Disclaimer: I do not own King Arthur or any of the characters in any way. I do, however, own the OC and the plot.
Plot: TristanxOC. As the Sarmatian knights take a rest after long months out in the wilderness, they come across a surprise in the woods. Ratings may change.
Noise fills the air as Arthur and his knights occupy the small tavern run by Bors' lover, Vanora. The spicy red-head had taken Ghost and bathed her, then stuck her in a warm bed for the night. Arthur watches as Gawain and Galahad play darts with their knives, just as Gawain divides his attention between the game and the woman in his lap. Dagonet is sitting at the bar next to Bors, silently sipping at his ale. Turning around abruptly, Arthur spots Tristan leaning against a post a few feet behind him. He nods his head in acknowledgment, then heads to his own room for the night. Gawain waves Tristan over, who complies silently. As he walks towards him he picks up an apple, and cuts into it with one of his knives. Gawain smirks and hands Tristan a knife, and points at the chair that himself and Galahad had been using for a target. Tristan shrugs and throws the knife carelessly, the tip of it hitting the top of the chair. Galahad shakes his head with an exasperated sigh.
"Every time, Gawain. He does better than both of us every time!" he plops heavily into a chair, taking a large gulp of his ale, "Why do we even bother?"
Tristan smirks and continues eating his apple, winking at Gawain. Gawain shrugs and turns to the woman in his lap, kissing her furiously. As Tristan swallows his apple bite, he blows his hair out of his face, just to have it settle back exactly where it was before. He rolls his eyes and walks over to Dagonet and Bors, just as Bors pulls Vanora into his lap. Dagonet looks towards Tristan and smiles, just as Tristan tries to clear his face of hair again. Giving up on the hair, he gives the rest of his apple to a passing dog. Turning around as he gets tapped on the shoulder, Tristan notices Lancelot handing him a mug of ale.
"You need a drink." Tristan nods his head in agreement, gratefully taking the ale. He lifts it to his lips then pauses. He sniffs at the ale, then dunks his finger in it and takes a small taste, moving it around on his tongue. After a few moments of thought, Tristan shrugs his shoulders and takes a large swig from the mug. Lancelot looks at Tristan with an expression almost as if he is trying to decide whether to laugh or not.
"Really, Tristan? You'd honestly think that I'd poison you now?" Tristan looks up from his drink and studies Lancelot for a few moments, then smirks himself.
"Not you, Lancelot. Both other people might." Lancelot rolls his eyes skyward, and Tristan offers his ale to Dagonet. After the large knight accepts it, he stalks off to be by himself. Walking through the streets, he draws in a deep breath of fresh air, and freezes as he looks to his right. Standing there is Ghost, but there is something exponentially different about her. She is wearing a white dress, and her pale hair falls around her shoulders in soft waves instead of dirty tangles. Her ice eyes seek out his own, and she bows slightly. Tristan nods once, and turns around to continue walking. The girl was not beautiful as some of the women in town, and she wasn't even pretty. There was just something about the way she carried herself…she was attractive. That was it. Nothing particular, but he was sure that Gawain would find something to make him want her. Making his way back into the tavern, he realises that everyone is looking his way, which puts him on edge.
No one ever pays attention to him, which suits him just fine. And so Tristan turns around to see that Ghost had followed him into the tavern. He sighs deeply, then walks towards the bar, ordering an ale.
I'm going to need it tonight…
Review, please! Please tell me if Ghost is too Mary Sue! I really don't want that to happen!
~ xoxo, Ryuu