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The Scandal

Kahlan and Cara are finally together, and happy. Nothing is standing in the way of their happiness. Except the council.

Chapter 1

Kahlan

The young Confessor sat in a plain wooden chair, a stark contrast to her white dress. She watched herself as she pulled the brush through her dark curls and noticed how tired she looked. It had been a long journey from Drundrill to Aydindril. She and Cara had to deal with Richard's whining the entire way. It was only when they had parted ways that the two women had time alone, time to think clearly. Zedd had gone with Richard, escorting him to a nearby inn. The old wizard promised to meet Kahlan and Cara at Aydindril in a few weeks.

The Mother Confessor and the Mord'Sith now realized there was no going back, they had both committed themselves to each other. Even though she was terrified of what people would say, what people would do if they found out, Kahlan could honestly say she was happy. Despite her rude remarks and emotionless front, Cara was the sweetest person the Confessor had ever known.

A series of impatient knocks made Kahlan sigh and put down her brush. Who could it be now? She thought. Maids, chefs, ambassadors, whoever, had been coming to visit the Mother Confessor all afternoon. At this point, Kahlan didn't care if it was her mother knocking, she didn't want to answer. Nevertheless, the white clad woman made her way to the door, and slowly opened it. She peeked out through the crack made by the door being ajar and smiled. There was Cara, beautiful, as ever, is her usual Mord'Sith red leather. Kahlan let out a sigh of relief and opened the door all the way so Cara could enter.

"Oh, I'm so glad you're here Cara. Everyone's been hovering around me all day. I can't stand it. I had to run away from my maid so I could be alone somewhere. I guess, since I'm in my chambers, she'll find me soon," Kahlan complained, and returned to brushing her hair.

"Is that why I've been looking around for you all day? All the servants kept pointing me in different directions," Cara remarked, a little bite at the end of her comment. Kahlan knew that the Mord'Sith didn't mean things to be rude when she said them, especially towards her. That's just the way the blonde spoke.

Cara walked over to the bed, rubbing the material of Kahlan's dress between her index finger and thumb. It was a new white dress, with gold embroidery around the square neckline and at the bottom.

"What's this for?" Cara asked, holding up the beautifully made dress. Kahlan turned to her and frowned when she saw what the Mord'Sith was talking about.

"It's the dress I'm supposed to wear for tonight's council dinner. I told them that this one was fine," she said, picking up the hem of the dress she was wearing, "but they insisted."

"I like it. It's pretty."

Kahlan looked at Cara, head cocked. Had Cara just said something was pretty?

"Oh come on. I'm allowed to give complements. Especially to beautiful women such as yourself," she said seductively, now behind Kahlan. The two looked at each other through the mirror.

"Very funny Cara. But if you're going with me tonight, there can be no funny business. I mean it. We have to keep… us… a secret," Kahlan said with a serious look on her face. Cara sighed and reluctantly agreed.

"Want me to brush your hair," Kahlan asked, and Cara nodded. Kahlan gently placed her hands on the Mord'Sith's shoulders, and then removed them to pick up the brush. She softly pulled the brush through the silky blonde hair, admiring the golden color. Kahlan wished she had hair like Cara's. After sitting through a long period of silence, Cara spoke up.

"So you want me to come?"

Kahlan was stunned by the question. Why wouldn't she bring Cara along? The Confessor placed the brush on the table and leaned on the vanity in front of Cara.

"Yes! Why wouldn't I?"

Cara smiled and took Kahlan's hand.

"Just making sure," she said, and stood up a bit to kiss Kahlan. The Confessor blushed, but returned the affection. Soon, Kahlan's fingers were in Cara's hair, and they were making their way to Kahlan's bed.

Kahlan lay down on the bed, and Cara sensually kissed her again, a giggle escaping from the Confessor's lips. As Kahlan put a hand on the blonde's cheek, a burst of light appeared on the other side of the room. Cara slowly turned around, still on top of Kahlan, to see an embarrassed Zedd trying to get to the door.

She pointed at Zedd.

"Hello, wizard. There's no point in escaping," Cara said, and then turned back to Kahlan, giving her a kiss. Kahlan pushed Cara off her and scrambled to her feet.

"Zedd, um… hi! Can I ask why you came in here," Kahlan said nervously, and she heard Cara laugh behind her.

"Well, if you must know, my magic isn't as sharp as it used to be. I'll be going now!" he said, and ducked out of the room.

"I'm glad that's over," Cara snorted, but Kahlan just walked over to the window. All she could think about was what if a maid had walked in on them, kissing like that?

"What's wrong," asked Cara, feeling that Kahlan was uncomfortable. Kahlan turned to Cara, a sad look on her face.

"What if someone else had come in here with us kissing? Or what if it was more than kissing? Cara, we have to be more careful!" Kahlan said, and Cara sighed as she kicked her feet over the side of the bed.

"Dear, you can't go through life thinking about the 'what ifs'. You just have to let things be." When Kahlan didn't move, Cara huffed in frustration.

"Fine. I promise to be more careful from now on. Okay?"

Kahlan sighed, and flashed a smile to Cara. "I'm sorry. I'm just so overwhelmed with all of these Mother Confessor duties."

The Mord'Sith walked over to stand beside Kahlan.

"Don't be. I'll be here to help you," Cara said, and rested her head on the taller woman's shoulder. Kahlan smiled, and held Cara's hand as they looked out the window.

Life was perfect.