Why did you do that? – Chapter 26
Amelia pulled away from Tristan and looked up into his dark handsome eyes. Her side hurt greatly and as she looked up to the scout he knew that she was in serious pain.
"Why did you do that?" He asked quickly looking down at her with severe pain in his eyes.
"Do what?" She asked.
"Kiss me?" She looked to the floor quickly.
"Can you seriously say that you did not want me to kiss you Tristan?"
"I asked you a question." She laughed slightly.
"I do not know why I kissed you Tristan, do I really need a reason?"
"Of course you do. Did you do it because of Lancelot? If it is I do not wish to be apart of it. If you are using me because you cannot have Lancelot than I will not stand beside you never mind look at you."
"Alright Tristan, but what are your feelings, you must have some feelings for me?"
"You know I have feelings for you and you most certainly know what they are. What are your feelings Amelia?" She sighed slightly and looked to the floor before looking back to the scout's handsome face.
"I am unsure of my feelings Tristan, I am so confused. So many things have happened to me since I have been here and I do not know my destiny. I could tell you that I am madly in love with you and desire you to hold me but I cannot at the moment at time, I am unsure Tristan."
"Then I do not wish to be with a woman who is unsure of her feelings, you never know when she is going to betray you."
"I would never betray you Tristan, you should know that."
"I am unsure if I do know if I could trust you Amelia." He pushed past her quickly and walked down the corridor until he stopped and turned to look at the beautiful woman who had slight tears in her eyes.
"When you decide what you want Amelia, I will be waiting. I stand beside any decision you make as long as you do not go back to Lancelot. If you forgive him for his infidelity then I will never forgive you. Learn from your mistakes Amelia. When you have made a decision I will be waiting but do not come to me before then for I will reject you again." At this the scout turned quickly on his heals and walked quickly down the corridor.
"Tristan please." Amelia said before the man walked around the corner and out of her sight.
Amelia stood rooted on the spot for a moment, crying at losing two men in one day. But what did she want? She most certainly did not wish to take Lancelot back into her life, he betrayed her and he never would again. But with Tristan, she knew that she had slight feelings for the mysterious man but what that enough for her to commit herself?
"Amelia." A voice shouted. She looked up quickly silently hoping that the voice belonged to her scout but when she saw Arthur walking toward her she did seem slightly disappointed. She dried her eyes quickly as the man stopped in front of her.
"Yes Arthur."
"I heard that you have been injured in the attack on the Saxons." Amelia smiled slightly.
"It is nothing that a good night's sleep cannot cure Arthur. I will be well by sunrise I assure you."
"You should go to Dagonet, he may be able to help you."
"Thank you Arthur, but Tristan has already helped me with my wound. Now all I long for is to sleep peacefully." She moved away slightly but he stopped her. He held her shoulder slightly with a firm but supporting grip.
"I heard about Lancelot." He said.
"I suppose that everyone has."
"I am sorry Amelia." She laughed slightly.
"So am I Arthur, so am I." At this she walked away watched by the curious and maddened eyes of Arthur.
Amelia had just laid her head on her pillow when the door creaked open and someone walked in. She listened to the footsteps and immediately recognized who had disturbed her.
"Go away Lancelot."
"Please Amelia, let me explain myself." Amelia sat up quickly and looked at the Knight that stood before her.
"I do not wish to hear your excuses. I have heard enough of them. So please, leave me alone."
"Please Amelia, the relationship with her meant nothing."
"It must have meant something for you took her to you bed more than once."
"Amelia…"
"Do not interrupt me! I knew from the beginning that I could not trust you and for a while I thought that I could give you a chance. I gave you one chance Lancelot and you deceived me, just as I thought. I will give you no more chances, you have proved yourself to be exactly what everyone thinks. You are nothing but a man who uses women for his own pleasures."
"I confess that I am Amelia, but you were different."
"Do not give me that! I do not wish to hear it." She stood up quickly and looked up into his face, growing angrier by the moment. "To tell you the truth and all that I think Lancelot, I am so pleased that I did not give myself to you!" The dark haired Knight was silent for a moment.
"You have made your feelings very clear Amelia, I will not trouble you again." At this he turned toward the door and opened it. "I am sorry Amelia, I did not mean for it to be like this."
"You mean that you did not wish to be caught." At this he sighed slightly and left the room slamming the door behind him.
At least that was over, in a way Amelia knew that he would come to her and apologise and she already knew that she would not accept it. He could go running back to his whore for he would never have her again. Perhaps it was for the best.
Three days later Amelia and Tristan rode from Badon hill in the sunshine. They had been assigned a scouting mission to track a small amount of Saxons on the west coast. It was their duty to watch them and take any information back to Arthur.
As they rode through the heat not one word was said, there was no need, the tension was too great. Amelia sat looking due west and Tristan was sleeping in the saddle.
It was almost a day later when Tristan decided to stop to rest the horses. To Amelia it was a joy to be released from the restricting saddle and be free to walk around. As Amelia tied her horse to a nearby tree Tristan made himself comfortable against a tree. Amelia looked at him for a moment and saw the beauty in his features. She had never realized it before but now it was different, she was different.
As the sun shone down on Tristan's face he closed his eyes and relaxed. The weather was wonderful for this time of year, it was normally raining or snowing. It only came to his attention that someone was stood above him when a shadow was on his face, blocking the sun. He opened his eyes slowly and looked at the angel stood above him, hair billowing in the wind and a beautiful smile on her face.
"What is it Amelia? You are standing in the sun." She smiled quickly before sitting down in front of him.
"I have something to tell you Tristan." She said quickly and nervously.
"What is it then?" She smiled slightly.
"I have made a decision." He sat up slightly and looked at her. "I do not want Lancelot, he was a comforter for me, it was never lust or love. But I do want you Tristan, I need you. Will you have me or am I to be alone?" The scout sighed slightly.
"Will I have you Amelia?" He sighed again. "Will I have you?"
Amelia stared down at Tristan for a moment hoping and wishing for him to give her an answer. She seemed slightly disappointed as he stood and took out a knife.
"Are you not going to tell me your answer Tristan?" He grinned slightly before he gripped his knife tightly and held it out to her neck. She stood mesmerised for a moment but she did not speak to him. Instead she stared into his eyes as he did hers. It was only a moment later when he moved the knife down slightly before cutting open her shirt. She gasped slightly but he only sighed before roughly turning her and pushing her fragile body against a tree.
"You are not coming to me in place of Lancelot are you Amelia?"
"I have told you, I am not. Do you need me to prove it to you?" He sighed slightly.
"Perhaps I do."
"Then tell me what you desire for I will give it." He laughed slightly.
"Kiss me!" As this Amelia looked lovingly into his eyes before kissing him passionately. Both Amelia and Tristan immediately felt that flames of passion ignite and as they slid to the floor undressing each other Amelia knew that she would always give herself to Tristan, he was worth her love.
Under the tree during the break from the mission Tristan claimed the vicious lover - and she was vicious. He underestimated her, he knew that. She was wonderful and as he reached the heights of his own pleasure she arrived at her own peak. Together they lay crumpled on the cold floor sweating and laughing.
Deep in her heart, as Amelia lay next to Tristan, she knew she was pleased she did not give herself to Lancelot. She did admire him but knew that nothing in the past or the future could compare to the day under the tree with Tristan.
Still recovering from the heights of pleasure one bestowed on the other neither Tristan nor Amelia was aware of the man who stood watching them. Neither of them knew that they were being watched or that the man with dark hair was amazed to find the two scouts in such disarray. But what would be said?