A/N - Hey! I know it's been awhile since I updated, I'm really sorry about that! I've been having MAJOR writer's block on this chapter and the following one. IT'S DRIVING ME CRAZY! AHHHH! Anyway, now that I've ranted to you all about my writing issues, I hope you enjoy this chap. More to come soon! :)
After only a week of training, Esme had proved herself to be a good enough knight that she, along with Leon, Percival, Elyan, and Gwaine, was given the privilege of going on a special mission with King Arthur himself. The village of Guelder had been attacked by the most wanted band of rouges in Albion. Led by the powerful sorcerer Borin de Gruir, they would be more than a match for the knights of the round table. They gathered up their equipment from the armory, preparing themselves for the worst. Esme waited until only her and Leon remained in the room, she had fancied him the moment she first laid eyes on him, now was her chance to make her move.
"Um, Leon?" she asked quietly.
"Yes?"
"Can you get my sword down for me? I would do it myself, but I'm not quite tall enough to reach it." she stood on her tiptoes and reached her arms upwards to emphasize her point.
"Of course." he smiled, raising an arm to retrieve the weapon. He turned to hand her the blade, but nearly fell over from shock as he felt a pair of delicate lips on his. The sword dropped to the ground with a clatter as he tried to push Esme away from him. His efforts were useless of course, the hard-head young woman was only encouraged by his attempt to escape her grip. She pressed his arms against the wall, holding him back to the best of her abilities, amused by his somewhat-pathetic struggle. Finally, she released him, with a cheeky grin, one that Leon had often seen on Gwaine's face, she skipped out to the courtyard, leaving a very red-faced knight behind her.
Leon exited the armory, his cheeks still maintaining a scarlet tint. He hadn't kissed a woman since Morgana, it felt strange, not quite right. It wasn't that he didn't like Esme, he very much respected her position as a knight and her status as a nobleman's daughter. He thought her a rather attractive young woman as well, nothing to Lady Morgana of course but then, few women were. I'm doing it again, he realized, I'm comparing another woman to Morgana, he wanted to hit himself over the head with a lance. Why do I always do that? He needed to get over her, find a new love, some one who wasn't an evil witch hell bent on destroying Camelot. Then a thought struck him, that new love could be Esme. She had already expressed an interest in him, why couldn't he do the same? He strode over to his horse, throwing a casual smile in Emse's direction, she winked back playfully, this is going to be easier than I thought.