Games of Chance
Disclaimer- Don't own any of the characters from the movie and assorted literature surrounding King Arthur.
Notes- This is my first KA fic, so tell me what you think. Like it, hate it, suggestions? All welcome. Please review and enjoy.
We huddle around a warm fire, satisfied with the promise of a long rest when our little company arrives back at 'our' fortress. Yet even now there is one who would not join us in raucous celebration. The strange man has rarely joined in us celebration. It no longer comes as a surprise.
Tristan. The man is many things, few of them in good opinion. Quiet and reserved with only his hawk for chosen company, this strange warrior still frightens me. For what other reason could there be for my increased heartbeat and embarrassingly sweat palms when he focuses that intense sapphire stare upon me? Surely I have not taken a liking to him like a trembling girl-child.
I am woken from my reverie by a shout in my direction. "Wake up and join us princess!" shouts Bors. "We were beginning to worry, what with you starin' at ole Tristan and all."
"Oh no I wasn't!" I snap. "I don't stare at men like virgin wenches!" Bors sighs and mutters things about crazy men named Lancelot and their madness and returns the others. Let off the hook for a while at least.