Authors Note: My first attempt at Fic in almost a year. DO NOT BE GENTLE!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters. Never Will. We all have disappointments in life.
Kate tapped her mark into Prince Edward's new breastplate. She had been asked to create a new suit of armor for the black prince, and this was the last pass at the last piece. She glanced around her tidy forge. William, in collaberation with the prince, had it built for her a year ago for her on the land that William was granted. Kate had hurriedly finished the armor, so that she could prepare for the banquet tonight. Jocelyn had planned a great ball to celebrate William being named a lord. More importantly, Kate planned to ask Wat to accompany her. She had been gathering courage for quite some time now and now she was finally ready to ask him. Therefore, she could be happy. It seemed that the whole gang was finally finding their happiness: Roland was in London, seeing his family, but was due back anytime now; she had her forge; Chaucer had his garret in which to write; William had his title, his pride, his Wife, and his child, named John Edward, for his Grandfather& Godfather. & last, though most certainly not least there was Wat. Kate smiled to herself as she though of the red-haired Hothead, who never wanted anything more than Tansy cakes with peppermint cream. She was desperately in love but…She didn't want to get hurt again. Kate was pulled out of her thoughts by muffled voices out side. Creeping over to the wall, she pressed her ear against it. She caught the voices, loud & clear, Wat & Christiana were standing outside "Ok Wat, what were you going to say?" "Um…Will you….FONG! Will you give me the pleasure of accompanying me to the banquet?" "Sounds Good" Christiana said Kate backed away from the Wall & ended up Knocking over a bench that had her tongs on it. It made a loud clattering sound as Kate ripped off her leather apron, and headed out the door, running, with her luck, right into Wat, who was coming to visit her. Hot tears ran down her cheeks as she backed up and ran past him towards her room. Well. At least she knew where he stood. He liked Christiana. Bastard. "KATE" Wat called after her. She kept running and almost ran into Chaucer, coming down a set of stairs. "Kate?' he exclaimed, confused, She kept going. Chaucer looked after her & shook his head. Wat had some explaining to do.
So what do you guys think???? On with it or let it die??? Reviews & suggestions greatly appreciated.
