*Hello to all my lovely readers and reviewers! I am eternally sorry that it has taken me so long to update/ post a new chapter. I have no excuse other than I am a perfectionist and i wanted to make some changes before posting again. I also had a lot going on the last couple of years with graduate school and getting married and moving cross country! I hope you understand and will continue to read and review! Constructive criticisms welcome! :) Also I would like to give you all a chance to decide a little of where the story will go ;) I have up to chapter 20 fully written (I just haven't typed it yet) so somewhere after the events of chapter 22 would you like A) a baby announcement other than Vanora. B) an epic battle between the Woads and the Knights. C) a bar brawl in which one of the knights gets (hopefully) hilariously injured in a non life threatening way or D) Tegan gets to scare the shit out of everyone. All of these things will eventually happen I'm just letting you my lovely readers have the chance to pick the order a little bit. Leave a review with your choice after this chapter and the one with the most picks will be worked in first! Onto the story!
P.S. please please let me know if you find any spelling or really horrible grammar mistakes so I can fix them! :)
Chapter 14. Tegan P.O.V.
The hallway was freezing. It felt wonderful against Tegan's fevered skin. She couldn't stay in that room. Not while her family was retelling everything she had witnessed Liam do to them, the guilt was too much and she couldn't handle it. It was crushing her and she had felt like she couldn't breathe. She didn't care that she had walked out on the meeting. It was too much for her to cope with all at once, a fact that Arthur and thankfully Tristan, both seemed to understand because neither man came after her or sent anyone to fetch her.
That is another problem in and of itself. Tegan thought. How in the hell did they end up in the time of King Arthur and his Knights? How were they going to get home? What could she say without revealing they were from the future? Should she even mention the strange dream with the old man in blue tattoos she had just before waking in the freezing river?
Tegan sighed in frustration. She had more questions than answers and sadly they were all questions she couldn't ask. She needed time to think and she needed to talk with her friends alone before she spoke to Arthur.
Tegan took another deep breath, then another thinking she'd push herself up from the wall and go back into the room. She stood up and took a single step forward when Iona stepped out of the room wiping her eyes.
"Pax?" Iona looked up at Tegan and laughed slightly.
"I'm alright Tegan, just Niamh being Niamh and being stubborn. Ah my nerves are just about fried for today. I just needed air and I need sleep. Niamh is in there talking right now. Are you going to go back in soon?" Iona came and stood next to Tegan as she talked and slid down the wall to sit where Tegan had just been. She sat back back down next to Iona.
"I'm not sure Pax. I don't know what to say or how much to say. I don't know how much I trust them yet. It's good that you have Niamh talking, she'll be able to get information about them without their realization. We all need to meet and talk privately. I don't know how much we should tell."
" I agree." Iona paused and Tegan turned her head to hear what else her friend had to say. Just then the sound of raised voices and angry words sounded through the door of the meeting room.
"Sounds like you need to go play referee Pax." Tegan said with a slight sarcastic tinge to her smile. She tilted her head and looked at her peaceful friend. Iona was pinching the bridge of her nose and let out a sigh.
"Those two are either a perfect match or they'll kill each other. If it's the former I hope they realize it and accept it soon or else we are all in for a big headache. If it's the latter well then I hope they kill each other soon and save the rest of us a from months of refereeing."
She let go of the bridge of her nose and stood heading toward the door. Tegan stayed sitting and watched Iona go play mom. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall again. Going back into the meeting room while Niamh and a knight bickered did not sound appealing. 'I'll wait until the shouting stops' she thought keeping her eyes closed. Before she knew it, the exhaustion of the entire ordeal caught up with her and Tegan was fast asleep on the floor in the hallway of the not-yet King Arthur.