A/N: After having written this stories predecessor three years ago, and now picking up the newest Tamora Pierce novel Bloodhound (super good but working 9-5 cuts into my reading time), I bring you the plot, or plan rather, for the sequel to the much loved Of Plots and Plans. I cant guarantee that I will keep up with everything; however, I promise to try. I hope some of my old fans are still around, and I will always welcome new ones, just remember that this is a sequel.
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Oh shut up you stupid prick! Keladry yelled as she swung an axe at an extremely handsome sergeant. He blocked it with a small dagger that was hidden in a belt behind his back.
"Kel," he breathed heavily as he spoke, she was wearing him out. He knew that she would win, she always won, and she would always win against him. However, this fact he did not mind whatsoever, "Kel, I really dont think that we should be doing this"
"You are such a pansy Dom! You just cant stand to lose to a girl, thats what it is." Kel retorted, also bring across her axe in a wide arc, smashing his side with the wooden handle. "I could have killed you right there Dom! You little girl!"
"Not fair!" Dom shrieked in defense and defiance. He knew that she was arguing because it kept her spirits up when she was in battle. However, exerting herself was not something that she could allow herself to do. She swung at him again, hitting him in the shoulder with the practice axe. Dom stared at her face, knowing that she would kill him if she would be allowed to. He knew that, at this moment, she was his prey.
These past few years, three to be exact, Dom and Kel had gotten closer and closer, and it was this closeness that made her such an angry fighting power. Every day since the day that he rescued her they had spent as much time together as possible. He loved her more than anything in the world, and he was thankful that he finally was able to see it for himself. It had been a wonderful three years.
"Stop daydreaming Domnitan!" Kel lunged and the end of her weapon connected with Dom's stomach before he had time to brace himself.
"Damnit woman...that...hurts" dust from the training arena flew up around him as he fell to the ground, completely winded. He clutched his middle and fell onto his back, groaning.
"A few inches lower and she would have been an unhappy wife." a large but playful voice interjected.
"Raoul, dont give her any idea's" Dom squealed from the ground.
"Believe me Domnitan, you are my husband, I NEED that kept intact. What else are you good for? You arent a good sparring partner, thats for sure." Kel laughed heartily and turned to unlace her leather gloves.
"Keladry," a sultry voice said. Kel turned and was met by her idol, the Lioness...Alanna of Trebond. "Keladry you did very well, especially for someone in your condition."
"Thank you, I know Im not performing at my best. These battles really take a toll on my heath. If it wasnt for Sergeant Domnitan I dont think that I would have the strength to go on." Kel turned and smiled as Dom was being helped up by Raoul. He smiled and waved weakly in acknowledgement, then doubled over and heaved all over the training ground.
"Poor bloke, you really should take it easier on him, he is your husband after all." Raoul looked emphatically at Kel, who smiled a sheepish smile in return. "And really Kel, listen to Alanna, she would know all about this type of battle fatigue. You need to rest and not be out and about every day."
"I cant help it, I love war, I love fighting. I enjoy thriving in the anguish and how hard it is to keep going day after day. I like it almost as much as I love a real battle." Kel looked down, then looked up to stare into the loving eyes of Dom, HER Dom. "Although, I am tired, its time to go home princess."
"Princess? He lost badly, but not that badly.." Raoul began to say but was interrupted.
"She didnt mean me, she meant her." Dom walked over to Kel and put one arm around her rested his free hand on a large protruding belly. Both Dom and Kel smiled as, with acknowledgement, they all laughed and headed off to the castle for the evening meal.
