So, just to recap, Katlyn got absolutely drunk at the festival and then she kissed Tristan. Morning after events...oh my gosh! What's going to happen? Ha, I'm the writer so I know, you guys are going to have to read to find out :)
Waking up the first thing I did was groan. My head hammered painfully and I was glad that I had the morning off. I was going to need it to try and deal with the after effects of too much drink. Why on earth do I do this to myself? Next time, I swear I shall not go over three drinks. That is as much as I can handle safely. Any more than that then I can't seem to stop as I get too giddy.
As I stretched out, my hand brushed against someone. My head darted to the side, widening in fear but I relaxed when I saw it was only Tristan. Deciding that the best course of action was to go back to sleep I turned over, curling up into a tiny ball but Tristan shifted, sighing quietly and his hand snaked around me, curling around my waist then over my own arms which I had tucked into me. Smiling, I closed my eyes.
When I next awoke, he was playing with my hair. I moaned sleepily as I struggled to open my eyes. "Tristan?"
"I'm here." He murmured, brushing his fingers against my cheek. Smiling into his touch I nuzzled his hand then reached out to lace my fingers into his. "You drank a little too much again."
"Ugh, I feel it." I answered, touching my head as I finally forced my eyes open. "What happened? I didn't do anything mortifyingly embarrassing, did I?" Tristan paused, running his tongue over his lips before shaking his head.
"Not really." I arched an eyebrow at him. He was lying, I could always tell.
"You are a filthy liar, scout." I said to him gently and he smirked.
"Trust me, you have no reason to be concerned. The worst you did was start singing in your sleep." I blushed deeply. I really had to try and stop that, somehow. "You weren't as bad as you usually are this time." I laughed.
"Well, it is an improvement." Sighing again I stretched, yawning like a purring cat then turned over, still holding Tristan's hand in mine so that his arm curled around me. "Are you sure I didn't do anything else? No private shows, no falling over?"
"No. I kept an eye on you." Tristan assured me gently, his thumb rubbing a small circle into my skin.
"Thank you Tristan." I murmured, eyes closed once again. "But I think we really need to stop making a habit of this."
"I'm not the one who drank too much."
"Next time, you have my permission to physically restrain me. Give me water instead." I chuckled, wriggling a little. "I'm jealous, your bed is so much more comfortable than mine." He leaned forwards and lowered his voice, whispering in my ear.
"You're welcome to come and sleep here any time, Kat." I smirked, turning around then lifted a hand to trace the tattoo on his face. "Though I cannot always promise I will be here."
"Who said I wanted your company?" I teased him and he smiled, closing his eyes and turning his face to tenderly brush his lips against my fingers. Though I was cold, Tristan provided a warmth that I did not want to pull away from. I wanted him to surround me, blanket me in his heat so that I could stop shivering.
"Are you cold?" He asked me and I nodded my head.
"A little." Making no reply he shifted, pulling me closer to him then pulled the blanket we lay on to drape over us. Instantly I was warmed and I drew closer, smiling into his chest as his arms wrapped around me carefully. "I am not looking forwards to my next shift."
"How is your head?"
"Stinging. I'll find something to help ease it later." I said, yawning again then rested my cheek against his chest as he rolled onto his back. He seemed tense so I lifted my head and frowned at him. "What's wrong?" Saying nothing he pulled away and sat up, placing his feet on the ground then lowered his head.
"Nothing." Biting my lip I inched closer then set my hands on his shoulders, gently beginning to massage them until all tenseness had been released and he leaned back into my arms as I rested my head atop his.
"Will you ever stop lying?" I murmured to him, one arm snaking around his waist. "You can tell me anything Tristan, I won't judge."
"I know Kat. I know." He assured me, pulling me around to sit in his lap. I blushed slightly and he chuckled. "Why the blush? You started this."
"I was very much intoxicated last night, I cannot excuse any of my actions." I retaliated firmly but curled into him with a smile. "Though this, I think I could get used to." Something nagged at the back of my mind, something I knew I should remember but couldn't for the life of me. I tried to look back but the last thing I could remember was Lancelot going off to find some company. I have to say, after my scolding of his behaviour, he had got a little better. He no longer led women on unless they knew perfectly well that there would be no ties involved.
"Tristan, I know you are hiding something." I said to him softly, keeping my head resting against his shoulder and he let out a low breath.
"Just trust me, Kat. It is better if you do not remember."
"What if I do eventually?" I retorted simply, lifting a hand to rest against his neck. "Then you'll be in trouble."
"Trust me, Kat. Just trust me. For now it can remain forgotten, it is best. If you remember…then we shall talk." Nodding my head I lifted my head then kissed his cheek gently.
"I trust you Tristan." I assured him then slowly got to my feet. My head instantly span and I dropped back into his arms, groaning. "Ouch." He chuckled, pressing his lips to my brow which made me pull back in surprise.
"A kiss to make the wound better." He said to me. "Come on, I'll help you up." Nodding my head dumbly he lifted me up then held onto my shoulders as I took a tentative step forwards. My head hurt like someone was drumming on the inside of my skull but Tristan remained standing behind me, helping me take the first few steps until I was able to walk on my own.
Opening the door Tristan walked with me out to the front gate, passing the stable where I paused and glanced inside. The familiar smell of horses distracted me from noticing my headache for a moment and I thought about going inside to try and get close to a horse but I turned my head around and decided against it.
"There is nothing to fear." Tristan said to me gently, brushing his fingers down my back. "I would never let them hurt you again, Kat." Shaking my head I lifted a hand and touched my shoulder where my scar rested on my back. "Give it time." With a sigh I leaned against him as we walked, holding his arm as the morning came alive.
The carnival had died down a little though a few dancers and performers still entertained passing civilians who would toss coins to them. I was so transfixed by watching a rather a rather good dancer prettily perform for her audience that I did not see the woman come up to me until she stood directly before me, her hands going to my stomach. "Yes! I foresee children. Strong children. Warriors for you and your lover." My mouth dropped open and I quickly pulled her hands away. Her wide eyes stared at me, pale grey hair messily falling from the cloth she had wrapped around her head. Flicking my hands away she got close to me, grabbing my head and tipping it back, frowning as she parted my lips with her fingers.
Tristan moved to drag her off me but I held out my hand, touching his shoulder to assure him it was alright. These kind of women would not give up until they had shared their findings with you. It was best to just let them do what they will. "Hm…yes. Three. You shall have three." She grabbed my hands and turned them over, inspecting them closely, brushing her roughened, cracked fingers over the creases. "Two sons, one daughter."
"Very well. If you will it." I answered simply though when she gripped my shoulders and shook me, I blinked. "Stop that!"
"You must listen to your heart! Obey its command!" Rabidly she turned on Tristan and grabbed his head, forcing it close to hers so she could squint at him. I stared with slight laughter as she pulled at his mouth then peeled back his eyelids to practically thrust her eyes into his before grabbing his hand and turning, holding it in a vice like grip as Tristan hissed. "Yes, strong sons, an even stronger girl. You must bed her tonight for a son!" Now my just dropped.
"Alright, that is enough." I informed her, drawing myself up to my full height as she turned to face me. "You are talking nonsense."
"Nonsense? Child, I see you with a great future! One with towering castles and adventures, legends of your greatness will be sung for generations! Including your children!" She grabbed Tristan by the shoulder of his jacket and with surprising strength dragged him to me and me to him. "You must take her tonight for a son."
"Enough woman." Tristan growled, shaking her off. "We are not lovers."
"You must be! I am never wrong!" She crowed. Having heard enough of her insanity, I tossed her a coin and she snatched it from the air then walked off. Completely astounded, I clenched my fists then looked to Tristan who looked equally as baffled as I was. Lifting a finger I pointed at him.
"Now don't you be getting any ideas." I warned him, making him smirk as I began to walk off. Suddenly he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me back into his chest, sliding one hand to rest on my belly and I tensed instantly, taking a sharp intake of breath as he whispered huskily in my ear.
"Are you sure you are not in desire for a son?" Turning to look at him I tried to not tremble and keep my face void of all expression save for the arch of my eyebrow as his hand rubbed slow but firm circles into my stomach.
"You are worse than Lancelot. You know that?"
"Where do you think he learned his tricks from?" I smiled shortly before turning my head away to hide my blush. "Kat I…" Slowly I looked back at him, still in his arms. He sighed then looked away, conflict flickering in his eyes before he shook his head. "Nothing."
"Well then, scout, you had better remove your hands from me before I have to use unnecessary violence to disconnect this all too improper establishment you have made upon my person." Suddenly Tristan grinned at me, sliding his hands from around me.
"I enjoy making you irritated. Your eloquence is highly amusing." Smirking I inclined with my head and continued to walk, Tristan keeping by my side.
Seeing a little bit of flirting going on there. I have my eye on you two, don't think I don't know what's going on! Tristan, you keep your hands to yourself! Leave my sweet innocent little Kat alone! For now anyways...