Chapter 8:
Ceres paced her bedroom floor, today was the day she had been waiting for seince she laid eyes on Gawain, there wedding day. She had a dark midnight blue dress that reached down to her ankles, her hair was let down and went down to her back in ringlets, she had flowers made into a ring form on the crown of her head (like what Guinevere had ontop of her head in the movie). There was a knock at the door, she stoped her paceing and took a deep breath.
"Come in" she called. Lancelot stood at the door in his best armour. He smiled at her, he walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her and kissed her brow. She thought back to when she was smaller, there mother had just died and he held her in his arms till she had stoped crying, he was her protector, her wall, her big brother.
"Are you ready?" he asked. She looked up and smiled, he brushed away the few tears that had fallen and kissed her brow one last time. Ceres took his outstreched arm and proceded to walk out to where the ceramony was being held. Ceres locked eyes with Gawain when she saw him standing at the other end of the aisle, Galahad standing beside him. He smiled at her, his blue eyes shineing with happiness. Lancelot placed Ceres hand in Gawains opened hand and kissed her brow before standing next to Morgan. By the time Merlin had finished with the ceramony Ceres look like she was about to fall aslepp, till she felt Gawains soft lips on hers she smiled against his lips and kissed him back.
"I love you" she said once she had pulled back from his lips. Gawain smiled and kissed her again.
"I love you too."
That night there was a celabration held in honnor of Ceres and Gawains union. Strangley enough know one had seen eather of them sence they had returned. Galahad was in a knife throwing contest with Tristan, his knife baring in the hilt of Galahads.
"Tristan how do you do that?" Tristan took a bite of his apple.
"I aim for the middle" he said simple. Morgan, who was sitting on Lancelots lap, laughed. Arthur was danceing with Guinevere, she had been pregnat for six months and seemed to glow more every day. Bors was getting drunk and yelled at by Vanora to slow down, and Dagonet was sitting at the tabel with Morgan and Lancelot.
"Do you think we will end up like that?" Morgan asked Lancelot, pointing her finger at Arthur and Guinevere. Lancelot smiled at her and wrapped his arms tighter around her waist.
"I hope so." he wispered in her ear. She smiled at him and placed a small kiss on his lips.
"I love you Lance."
"I love you too." she rested her head on his shoulder and watched the happy ocation before her.
A few days later Galahad was rideing his horse in the woods when a puddle of mud hit him square in the face. He looked over to the tree across from his and saw a young woad woman in the tree laughing at him. Galahad notched an arrow and aimed it above her head, when the arrow hit she jumped in fright and landed on her back in a pile of leaves that had fallen recently.
"Ow!" she stood up and leaned against a tree.
"Who the bloddy hell are you?" he asked while trying to get the mud off his face. She glared at him.
"I said, ow!" he roled his eyes and dismounted his horse. Galahad nealed down and cuped her ankle in his hands. He then noticed how beautiful she was, her black hair came down in curls and waves to her waist, her eyes were dark brown, almost black. "Is it broken?" she asked anoyed.
"No, it's going to swell thow, and you won't proablly beabel to walk on it for a few days." he stood up gave her an anoyed look. "Who are you?" he asked again. She sighed and leaned up against the tree behind her for suport. When she didn't say anything Galahad stared straight into her eyes. "What's your buisness here?"
"I'm visiting my cousin."
"Whos your cousin?"
"Her name is Guinevere." Galahad nodded his head.
"I'll take your to her."
"Oh joy." she said under her breath. Galahad glared at her. He started to walk back to his horse. "hay, do you think I can get some help here? It's your fault i hurt my ankle."
"My fault, my fault, your the one who threw mud at me."
"Well you didn't have to get an attude about it and try to hit me with an arrow." Galahd brought his hand threw his hair and sighed.
"You are unbeleavabel." he walked over to her and picked her up.
"Hey i can walk you know."
"Will you just shut up." she was going to say something back to him but decided against it. Galahad placed her on his horse and mounted behind her. He wrapped one arm around her waist and held the rings with the other. "What's your name?"
"Irina. Yours?"
"Galahad."
Irina POV
I had been walking all morning to get to Camelot, I was going to see my cousin Guinevere. When i was about a few hours away i saw a white horse coming toward me, the ridder was quit hansom. I climbed up a tree and decided to watch him from a distance. Before I climbed up i grabed some mudthat I saw on the ground, I smiled wickedly and waited for the writer to come closer. I threw the mud and hit him square in the face, I began to laugh till I saw him grab an arrow and point it at me. When it hit the trunk of the tree above me I lost my footing and fell down in a pile of leaves.
"Ow!" I heard him say something to me but wase't paying attation. I stood up on my good foot and leaned up against the tree I had just fallen out of. "I said ow" I yelled at him. He roled his eyes and dismounted from his horse. He bent down and cuped my ankle in his hands. His touch was so warm, I could now see he was very hansdom. His eyes were a blue and green mixed, he had a beard that was trimed and brown curly hair. "Is it broken?" I asked, trying to sound anoyed so he wouldn't know that I was stareing at him.
"No, it's going to swell thow, and you won't probally beabel to walk on it for a few days." he stood up and gave me an anoyed look. "Who are you?" he asked. I leaned against the tree and didn't answer him. His eyes locked with mine and stared intently at me. "What's your business here?"
"I'm visiting my cousin."
"Whos your cousin?" he was really geting anoyingwith all his questions but Idecided to answer him.
"Her name is Guinevere."
"I'll take you to her." he said.
'Oh know, how am I going to ride a horse with him, I won't know weather to kiss him or kick him. "Oh joy." I said under my breath. He gave me an anoyed look and started to walk to his horse. "Hay, do you think I could get some help here. It's your fault i hurt my ankle." he turned around to face me.
"My fault, my fault, your the one who threw mud at me."
'Well now I know what i'm going to do to him.' "Well you didn't have to get an attude about it and try to hit me with your arrow." he siged and brought his hand threw his hair
"You are unbeleavabal." he walked over to me and picked me up. It was weird, I felt wright in his arms, I wasen't going to let him figure that out thow.
"Hey, I can walk you know."
"Will you just shut up." I was going to yell at him but decided not to. He placed me on the front of his horse and mounted behind me, wrapping one arm around my waist and held the rings with the other. "Whats your name?"
"Irina. Yours?"
"Galahad."
sorry it took so long i've had writers block on both of my stories, i hope you like this chapter.
