"You must be Sir Gunther," said a tall brown eyed knight as soon as he had noticed them. About eleven more knights where behind him loking at Jane and Gunther. Gunther took the knights hand and shook it before letting go. "Yes, I am," mumbled Gunther.

The knight looked at Jane," and you must be the Lady knight, Sir Jane, or Lady Jane?" he asked her.

Jane smiled, "Witchever one suits you best Sir, uh..."

"Calder, I am Sir Calder." he said.

"I will try hard to remember that. How far away are we from the nearest Kingdom?" asked Jane, eager to recognise it as one of wich she had studied.

"A day's ride. You will be coming along with Alan, Baron, Duncan, Cree, Einar, Hillard, Louis, Kendrew, Ragnar, Sloan, Cort and I."

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Jane was taking a bath in the washroom. The group of knights arrived here a day after they had met Jane and Gunther, and where staying here for at least five days. Jane let the water cool her down from the excitement. Once she was finished bathing, she got out, put on a clean green tunic, and waited around her room for her hair to dry off.

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Only Gunther was there sitting by the table and Jane went to join him. The only greeting she got from him was, "Hello, buiscuit weevil." Jane decided to ingnore him and began eating her pordrige, only to be stopped by a shapely female heading Gunthers way. She had long waist level red hair, fashioned by being half up and half down. Blue eyes went along with her pale white face and in the way she walked. Strait and tall.

She smiled at Gunther and sat close to him. Close enugh for him to feel every curve of her body.

"Damara." said Gunther. The woman, Damara, put one hand gently on her shoulder and looked up to Gunther with a gleam in her eyes. Gunther leaned down to kiss her and after a few moments, they where laying on the bench with Gunther on top of Damara.

Something in Jane's stomach flutterd uneasily and Jane leaned down to look at the both. She was struck by how much Gunther touched Damara. His hand has been everywhere on Damara, even under her simple gown, and Damara only giggled at the abuse. Jane cleared her throat and looked at Gunther. "Please, take her up to your room."

Gunther smirked and stood up, taking Damaras hand while she giggled again, thinking about what they might do.

Once they had left, Jane felt sick and could not eat anymore. why am I like this? I do not like Gunther!

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I know it is short, but I am doing this at 7am on secret. Its my dads laptop and I think he might wake up...Please comment!