Disclaimer: I don't own any of the knights, Woads, Romans, etc. I only own characters that aren't from the King Arthur realm, i.e. Evelyn, Wolfram, etc. Thanks to ZELINA for getting me back into writing this. Written so when it says Evelyn it's in her p.o.v. when it says Tristan the story will be in third person p.o.v.
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Thanks for reviewing the last chapter, I am updating a lot more frequently at the moment, so the next chapter will be up soon. Anyway, hope you enjoy.
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Chapter 10
Tristan and other characters
Looking up at the ceiling, he thought back to earlier on and found himself thinking about Eve. Her mouth-watering curves had been visible by the dress that she was wearing. Lancelot was awake and must have been feeling better for he was flirting with one of the young female healers, who sat on the edge of his bed, giggling at his stupid jokes. Tristan turned his head away, the mere thought of Lancelot and the healer making him sick."How do you feel?" Looking to the end of his cot, Tristan found the Woad woman standing there. Without answering, he looked back to the small window just within his vision. Guinevere clucked her tongue and sat down on the side of the cot. "You don't like speaking to me, do you? Because I'm a Woad." She was right. Despite that he had fought alongside both the Woad princess and her people, didn't mean he had to like them? "Well, Arthur asked me to tell you to rest now, because he and Eve are heading for the Saxon lands, and he wants all his knights ready." Not waiting for him to say anything to her, Guinevere stood up and left the room. Lancelot looked from the door to Tristan, who was laying on his back, clutching the pendant hanging about his neck.
"You shouldn't be so mean to her. She is only doing what Arthur asked her to," Lancelot told him. Tristan shrugged, not bothering to pay attention to his kinsmen. When Lancelot fell back to sleep, Tristan pushed the covers back and after making sure that no one was watching him, struggled onto his feet and looked down at the bandage covering his middle. Groaning as each step he took caused him pain; Tristan reached the door and slipped out. Something bumped into him, causing him to inhale sharply and pull away from the person trying to hold him up. It was Eve.
"Back to bed," she ordered. He looked at her in defiance, shaking his head. "Fine." She opened the door, took hold of his arm and pushed him inside. Shutting the door, Eve lead Tristan towards the cot. Both knights were the only two in the room, having been moved into a spare room in the knight's quarters to make room for more injured people in the infirmary. Reluctantly doing as she ordered, he sat on the edge of his cot and looked up at her.
"Happy?" Tristan asked. Eve turned and made to leave; only he took hold of her arm. He slowly drew her down into his lap, pushing her skirts up around her thighs. Swallowing heavily, Eve took hold of his hands, stopping him from doing anything further.
"Tristan. You're injured, and need to rest, not do this." Ignoring her, he pulled his hands free and threaded a hand into her hair at the nape of her neck.
"I'll stay here, if you stay with me." She couldn't believe what this knight was saying; her first thoughts of him seeing her again wouldn't have been like this. His hand slid up the silken skin of her thighs, making her moan very softly and move her hips instinctively against his. He turned slowly - as to not pull on his stitches - and laid Eve down on the cot.
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Lancelot slowly opened his eyes. He heard noise coming from Tristan's cot, but they were sounds that Lancelot knew all too well. Easing himself onto his stomach - facing the wall - Lancelot put his fingers in his ears, hoping to block out the noise and leave Tristan and Eve alone. He grinned though, for the simple fact that Eve seemed to be turning Tristan into a human being, more than an animal, like he had first thought his friend was.- - -
Eve laid her head against Tristan's chest, smiling. He was breathing raggedly, worn out. Easing up, she raised a hand to his cheek and lightly ran her fingers over the tattoo. "No more fun until you are better." Chuckling, he groaned when the action caused him pain."I don't think I'll want any more fun for a while anyway," he replied, pulling the cot's thin sheet over them. Eve giggled at him and eased her self against his side and laid her head on his shoulder. She looked over her shoulder at where Lancelot lay and went quiet, before turning back to look at Tristan.
"I should get dressed, before the healers come back," she said, trying to get up. He stopped her, holding her to down with strength she thought, earlier on, that he wouldn't have with his condition.
"Sleep. I'll wake you before they come in." Taking a wary look between his face and the door, Eve settled back into his grip and shut her eyes.
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Arthur looked up as Guinevere shut the door and walked over to the desk. "Were you able to speak to him?""In a way. I don't think he likes me all that much," she answered. Laughing slightly, he took hold of her hand and pulled her into his lap. "Have you found any maps that will be of use?"
"Yes, there are a few. Why are you so curious, Guinevere?" he remarked, looking up at her. She shrugged and turned to examine the maps, knowing Arthur wasn't going to let her go.
"I'm coming with you. You need an ally you can trust. I know your knights would follow you through hell and back, but when they are around that Saxon woman, there are different," she said. Arthur's head fell back as he tried not to groan.
"They feel her pain. She has lost her brother, how would you be?"
She scowled and folded her arms across her chest, saying, "It's different. We are different. If I lost my brother to this war, I would be fine… I would still grieve, but at least he would have died protecting something."
"Guinevere, can you not see? He was protecting his sister, as Lancelot protects me during battle," he retorted, making her face him. She pulled away and walked over to the window.
"Have you seen whose body your knight, Bors, carried from the battlefield yet?" she questioned ruefully. Arthur stood up. He hadn't known of Bors even going near the battlefield, so how on Earth could he have known about his knight bringing a body back.
"No, Guinevere. I have yet to leave my rooms, since I have been searching through countless piles of maps and not seeing to my knights, as I should be doing," he quipped in return. She huffed in annoyance and stalked to the door.
"Well, I was not the one who agreed to help the Saxon. Think about that, Arthur Castus." He winced when the door slammed shut behind his lover.
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Eve felt knuckles brush against her cheek and opened her eyes. Tristan lay on his side, smiling down at her. "Hello. The healers have gone." Her eyes went wide in shock and she sat up slightly, holding the blanket to her chest. "Don't worry." Lancelot was sitting up, downing some food and drink. He started to laugh at Eve, who looked like a rabbit caught in a bear trap."Eviee no one saw anything, Tristan made sure of that," the curly-haired knight explained as he held out a piece of bread for her. She smiled and took it when her stomach growled. She took one bite from the piece of bread and began to chew as she held the other bit out to Tristan. The knight completely forgot about Lancelot and leaned forward, taking the piece from her fingers with his teeth. Eve swallowed thickly as his teeth caught one of her fingers between them for a brief second before letting it go and he looked at Lancelot, who was smirking as he tried to focus his attention on something other than his friend and the Saxon. Eve rolled over onto her stomach and smiled at Lancelot who returned it as he talked with Tristan. She looked up as the door opened and Arthur slipped inside.
"Hello. I see Tristan is feeling better," he mused, smiling at Eve when she blushed.
Lancelot burst out laughing again and threw his cup at Arthur's head; only he caught it before it hit him. "It was the only way she was able to keep him in bed."
"Ah! So, what did you wake up, or were you just lucky enough that Tristan told you that?" Arthur retorted, sitting on the edge of Lancelot's cot, facing the three people. Lancelot shrugged as did Tristan, neither answering the question. "I'm going to help you, Eviee." She looked at him in surprise when he called her Eviee, Lancelot, she could have guessed calling him that, but not Arthur giving her a nickname. "We'll leave when everything else is sorted out. So… until then, rest and prepare for the journey." Eve rested back into Tristan's arms as Arthur left. Lancelot looked at the two and very sluggishly climbed from the cot, one of the blankets around his waist. Raising an eyebrow at him, Eve shook her head when she noticed the large wooden bath in the corner, thankfully out of her sight. Lying down, Eve gazed up at the roof. Her eyes shifted when Tristan leaned over her and she watched him. His pain showed clearly in the dark eyes before her, and it scared her to see him showing any emotion, especially pain.
"You're in pain," she said, raising a hand to his cheek. The scout covered her hand and leaned down to kiss her gently.
"Don't worry about me. You should go. Lancelot and I do need to rest." Nodding, she grabbed her dress and looked around. Lancelot was resting back in the hot water and Tristan stood up, dragging a blanket with him, one already wrapped around his waist. He held it up for her to dress behind. Standing up, Eve quickly pulled on the dress and saw out of the corner of her eye, Tristan toss the blanket aside and turn her back to him. He deftly tied the laces on the back of her dress. Eve turned and kissed him on the cheek, leaving the knight frozen in place as she grinned and walked out.
"You like her… more than you want to admit, because you're worried that you'll fall madly in love with her, and she'll break your heart," Lancelot predicted, earning a sour glance from Tristan. Chuckling, Lancelot rested his head back against the wall behind him, shutting his eyes as the warm water began to wash away some of his pain.