AN: Hey sorry this took so long, just had a bit of writer's block. So here's the sixth chapter, again I own none of the rights to King Arthur, but I do own the rights to my created characters.
I opened my eyes to find that we had fallen asleep on the forest floor, Tristan's chest rising and falling slowly beneath my head. The sun was hidden behind a cloak of fog, and my mind was racing. "Tristan, my love wake up," I shook him lightly, his eyes fluttered open, "What's wrong?" I smiled, "We fell asleep in the forest, we have to get back to the Wall," he nodded, helping me up and taking me in his arms, "I look forward to waking up every morning to have you beside me." I chuckled, "Well I seem to have the habit of waking up first now don't I?" his lips captured mine tenderly, "I'll just have to be faster, and trust me when I say this: I will be." His hands grazed my bare shoulders, warm from hiding beneath his cloak, "Are you alright? You seem to be somewhere else," his voice was full of concern and brought my thoughts back to the present. I shook my head, "This battle is no longer ours to participate in and yet we have to," Tristan kissed the crown of my head, "No love, we don't have to, we just have to decide if we have done enough for Arthur to secure our leave."
I looked at him, "I thought we decided that last night?" his chuckle was less than cheerful, "I know we did, but that doesn't mean you can have second thoughts," the corners of my mouth twitched to hide my laughter, "Since when did you second guess yourself?" he grabbed my waist as I tried to get away from him, our laughter ringing out through the trees. "I only second guess my decisions for what's best for you," he pressed his lips softly to my cheek, "and that is the only time I do so." He helped me to stand and wrapped his cloak around my shoulders, taking my hand in his, "Now, do you want to fight?" his questioned firmly, his eyes searching my own for an answer, but I had made up my mind already, "Yes." Tristan sighed, his hand drifting to the wound on my face, "I don't know if I'll be able to focus on fighting, I'm going to want to protect you too much." I smiled, "Don't worry about me, you don't have to," he shook his head, "I do, Aielana. I have to worry that you're safe, that you're alive," I heard footsteps behind us, turning to face the sound I realized it was my father. "Are you two hiding out here forever or are you fighting?" Tristan rubbed the back of his neck, his other hand around my waist, "Sorry Brisus, we're coming," my father smiled, "I told you before Tristan, when you got to the wall, you could call me father, I think that you can do so now." I smiled, "Come on you two, I don't think we should keep the Saxons waiting any longer for their death sentence," I walked ahead of the two of them, my mind was somewhere else. I was thinking about what I hadn't told Tristan, what I hadn't told anyone. I had another life to protect other than my own.
"Aielana," my mother's voice broke my thoughts as we came out of the forest, my fellow Knights sat mounted on their horses, ready for the battle ahead. I noticed one face not among them, "Arthur?" my mother sighed, "Already on the hill," I looked to see a single soldier on horseback, his sword unsheathed. "He's insane," Tristan spoke from behind me, his hands on my shoulders, "should we let him sit there alone?" Bors laughed, "Not bloody likely," I smiled up at my husband, who nodded and went to fetch his bow, sword, and a quiver of arrows. I on the other hand, had to change back into my armor, with my mother's insisted help, which I knew was a bad idea. "My dear, your stomach is solid," her hand gently pressed against my lower abdomen. I pulled my tunic over my head to hide my belly from her, "What is your point mother?" she grabbed my wrists and looked me dead in the eyes, "If you know what I know then you cannot go out there! Think of the danger you're putting yourself in! Tristan should not be letting you go!" I closed my eyes, fastening my knife holsters to my sides, "Tristan doesn't know," the look on my mother's face was a hybrid of shock and anger, "Your husband doesn't know you're with child?!" I stared at her, "Mother, please! I want to tell him but if I do he would never let me fight! Then I would have to stay here and worry that he's going to come back alive!" My mother threw her arms in the air, "Better you worry than lose your child and your husband at once!" "MOTHER PLEASE!" I collapsed against the side of the wagon, my head spinning, "I do not need this!" tears poured down my face as my mother's arms wrapped around me, "Do not go, darling, do not go to your death." I wiped the tears from my eyes and stood, "Mother, I'm going, and don't try to stop me."
I walked away from her, but not before I could hear her mutter, "Then you leave me no choice, my dear," she headed off in another direction, I had no idea what she was up to, but I was not about to let her stop me from protecting my husband. I mounted my horse and prepared to ride off, but a strong hand grabbed my arm, "You're not going anywhere," Tristan's voice was firm. I sighed, "Tristan, I'm not letting you do this alone," "And I'm not letting you risk your life and our child's." I snapped my head in his direction, "My mother told you?" he nodded, "Why wouldn't you tell me?" I sighed, tears coming to my eyes once more, "Because I didn't want you to worry about me," he jumped off his horse and pulled me down into his arms, "I'm not going to lose either of you," I didn't want to think anymore, I just wanted to stay in his arms, but I knew that he was going to let me go and he wasn't going to let me fight. "Tristan, please don't make me stay behind," he said nothing, he only knelt in front of me and looked up into my eyes, "I have no choice, love, I have to do whatever it takes to protect you both," his hands pressed against my stomach, "please, please just stay here." I sighed, "Tristan," "Stay here," he wasn't going to argue with me anymore, with one kiss on my forehead, he mounted his horse and the seven of them rode off, leaving my mother and I standing there. I felt her hands on my shoulders, "Come Aielana," I shrugged her off, "I hope you're happy, because if he dies, his blood is on your hands." I mounted Hada and rode toward the caravan leaving the wall.
AN: Sorry this chapter is so short I just can't think of anything else, so I'd rather stop than continue and write a horrible chapter. Please R&R and I'd LOVE some ideas please!