After washing, changing and falling asleep for three hours, Amaya only awoke when Vanora shoved her out of bed. "Up! It's time to feast and you are going to fatten yourself up until you can't even walk through the double doors." Amaya groaned, crawling on the floor as Demon bounded towards her and flipped her onto her back, laying on top of her as he tried to lick her face but Amaya managed to push him off in time, laughing.

"Alright, I'm up." She groaned then got to her feet. Refusing any fineries, Amaya slid into a silver and grey dress with simple adornments on her neckline then put on some slippers, which were soft against her feet whilst Vanora brushed her hair then let it hang loose.

Amaya's hand slipped to the necklace she wore, Lucan's necklace. It had survived through a great deal with her and she was beginning to believe it truly was lucky. Taking a deep breath, Amaya nodded to signal she was ready. "Demon, go to the stables and keep Arluin company." Amaya murmured to the dog who barked then shot off the moment Vanora had opened the door. "Are my companions alright?"

"Oh aye, already gorging themselves. You all look half-starved so I don't blame them. Arthur's already considering knighting them for their chivalry in protecting you and bringing you back to us." Amaya glowed with pride. "Come on, everyone's bursting to welcome you home properly." For the first time in her life, Amaya could not wait to join the feast.

The moment she swept inside Galahad tackled her waist in a tight bear hug then pulled her over to the table, where everyone leaped up and threw their arms about her. Bors shouldered his way in and Amaya was sure her ribs were going to break before the last hug.

Percival smiled to her and held her a little more gently, kissing her brow in greeting before stepping aside. Daniel, Kay and Ector all embraced at once before Lionel lifted her up onto his shoulder, bellowing to the entire court. "Make way for the Wolf Maiden!"

"Lionel!" She scolded him then jumped down into Gawain's arms who laughed.

"Welcome home sister." He said then kissed her cheek, stepping back to reveal Ragnell who was heavily laden with child.

"Ragnell!" The woman smiled and held Amaya's hands, kissing her cheek softly.

"It is good to have you back. We were beginning to worry for you." The woman grinned. "I knew there was no need."

"What took you so long?" Galahad demanded. "You were away seven months!"

"I lost my memory." She admitted and everyone stared at her in shock. "When I was knocked out, the blow must have damaged me more than it was meant to. I remembered nothing for a long time, not even my own name."

"We called her Archer." Elyan said to them all, grinning. "You should have seen some of the shots she made in the arena. There was this one time that she shot an arrow up to the skies and her opponent practically walked onto it as it fell down from above!"

"Remember that time she shot that man in the rear?" Gaheris voiced the smirked. "She knew how to put on a show." Everyone stared opened mouth.

"So that's why you were gone so long." Galahad breathed in shock. "You forgot about us."

"Not by choice!" She instantly defended, narrowing her eyes then sighed. "It took another knock for me to finally remember everything. Even now there are bits and pieces still missing." Lancelot's head lifted slightly so she turned a smile to him. "Are you not going to greet me brother?"

"Alas, all words have abandoned me." Lancelot returned, getting to his feet as he smiled handsomely. "Your sudden reappearance and overwhelming beauty has rendered me speechless." Amaya grinned, playing the innocent fool.

"I shall treasure this victory forever!" She declared then stepped up to him, kissing his cheek. "Where is Guinevere's and Arthur's child? Was it a boy?" She asked but they all shook their head.

"A daughter. A little princess for the royal couple." Kay said to her and she smiled.

"Next time then." She said and all tension from Lancelot disappeared. She had fooled him into believing she did not remember his affair, which in turn healed the bond between them. Amaya did not enjoy being at war with him so she thought it best if she feigned ignorance.

At the will of her brothers Amaya ate a full meal of simple foods which Vanora had ben sure to set out especially for her and for once, the woman did not complain. She even ate more than Kay, which was a fete in itself as that boy could eat a horse if he was hungry enough. The four of them had been knighted and their bore their titles with pride. "So brother, when did you have the wedding?" Amaya asked, seeing the ring on Maia's finger but her brother blushed.

"We have not yet married." Her face dropped.

"What? What do you mean?" Amaya's jaw went slack before she punched her brother's arm. "You fool! You did not wait for me, did you? Galahad you oaf, marry her tomorrow! Tonight! Just marry her already!" Maia laughed, smiling as she took Galahad's hand.

"She is right, now that we have our sister back, there is no reason to wait." Galahad grinned.

"Then we shall be wed tomorrow, my love." He declared then swept her away to dance. Several of the other knights got up to entertain the ladies of the court, dancing or flirting with them. Amaya handled the closeness of everyone for as long as she could before slowly she rose and silently excused herself, leaving everyone to their laughter and merriment to try and slip away.

A man blocked her path and Amaya narrowed her eyes defensively, glaring at him then glanced to several more as they stood in her way. "After such a long journey, surely you would enjoy a dance, my sweet?" One of them spoke and the others laughed darkly, their eyes freely wandering her body. Amaya lifted her chin.

"Away from me, sir, I wish to retire for the night as I am weary."

"Then allow me to escort you." He answered simply, stepping forwards. "And I shall rub those aching feet of yours and kiss away all your pains." Amaya snarled darkly, stepping backwards at his approach but a gentle hand found her waist as an arm curled around her. She looked up to Tristan who ignored the men but leaned forwards to place a light but pointed kiss to her brow, lingering slightly before drawing his head back and narrowing his eyes to the men who instantly lost their nerve. Amaya smirked as they slowly stepped away, allowing her to pass so she glided forwards, Tristan's hand leaving her side so that he could remain a moment longer to glower at the peacocks who had tried to seduce Amaya.

After a moment of them quivering in their boots, he turned and walked away, slipping through the door quietly to find Amaya. She did not walk very fast, knowing that Tristan would follow so he stole up behind her and gripped her waist, lowering his head to her neck to kiss the tender skin there. "Tristan." She purred and he growled at the sound, increasing the intensity of his attentions as she tipped her head back.

"Are you going to see Arluin?" Tristan asked her quietly.

"Not yet, I was going to change out of this stupid gown first." She answered and slowly, the scout began to smirk.

"Do you require assistance?" She chuckled, turning around and draped her arms around his neck, arching an eyebrow at him.

"Perhaps, what will you require as payment?" He reached forwards and caught her lips, trapping them to his with a hand in her hair, rubbing his thumb into the curls as he lay claim to Amaya's lips.

"That will do for now." He replied huskily and her eyes lit up with her smile and Tristan was instantly entranced. Suddenly Amaya felt overwhelming desire and lust fill her. She could not hold herself back from the scout any longer. They had been separated for too many moths now and it was about time that she gave him what he wanted but never asked for as now, she wanted it too.

She kissed him again, groaning softly then pulled on his sleeve, tugging him forwards and she walked away, looking back over her shoulder to make sure she was following. Tristan frowned but walked after her, admiring her shape in the torchlight as she occasionally looked back over her shoulder, dark blue eyes boring into his as he felt his need for her spike.

Then with a jolt, he realised she was leading him back to her room. What was she doing? A strange sense of concern filled Tristan. Did she think that she had to do this? "Maya." He murmured her name and she glanced back, giving him a soft smile before reaching out and opening her door.

Tristan stopped at the threshold, not stepping inside. "Maya you do not have to." She laughed quietly, reaching for the sleeves of her dress and began to slide the garment from her body.

"You think I don't want this too?" She questioned as Tristan watched the grey and silver gown drop from her body, leaving her in only the undergarment she wore. "Tristan, we've waited long enough." She stepped towards him and gently drew him inside, closing the door then locked it with a mischievous gleam in her eye. "And I am not going to deny myself you any longer. Now kiss me." With a growl Tristan pulled her to him and buried his mouth to hers.

She pulled at his jacket, sliding it from his body then tugged at his shirt, finding a way underneath to then press her hands against his chest, feeling the defined muscles before Tristan lifted it away, tossing it over his shoulder as he gathered Amaya back to him and carried her towards the bed in his arms. He lay her down then she pulled him over her, gasping as his fingers danced over her skin.

His hands bunched up Amaya's skirt and slowly pushed it upwards to expose her muscular yet soft thighs, kneading the flesh as his mouth drifted over her neck and shoulder as her hands caressed every inch of his skin she could reach. Every time she found a scar she would trace the marks a few times before seeking out another. He growled at her. "You stole some of my scars." She smirked.

"Well then, try and take them back." She challenged and his lips sealed to hers in answer. Her body was so solid beneath him that Tristan could not help but grip on tightly, her form assuring him that she was really there and he was not going to open his eyes and find himself alone. Pulling his head away from hers Tristan lifted her up to him, sitting upright with her in his arms for him to take away the shift that concealed her from him.

Conscious that she was now naked, Amaya kissed Tristan to close his eyes but he pulled away swiftly and absorbed her form, fingers tenderly stroking the inward curve of her waist before his eyes met hers again. She cocked an eyebrow at him and smirked. "Do you like what you see, scout?" She challenged and he chuckled, kissing her again before turning his attention to the rest of her.

"What do you think?" He replied smoothly, kissing her stomach just below her naval and she gasped, knees gripping onto him as he began to torture her, filling her body with waves of emotion and pleasure which dragged sounds from Amaya she did not know she could make. He took his time, which was agonising as Amaya wanted him to take her, wanted him to claim her as his own. Suddenly her eyes widened as Tristan discarded the last of his clothing. "Tristan wait." He arched an eyebrow at her.

"You're really going to stop me now?" He growled at her but did not proceed, touching his face to hers. "What is it?"

"You know I'm not a virgin." He nodded his head, still giving her a blank look. She bit her lip. "And that doesn't bother you?" His eyebrow raised further.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm not a virgin either." Amaya laughed, smiling broadly up at him as he touched his lips to hers tenderly, comforting her worries until they were all washed away. "Maya, it's still your choice." He murmured to her and she groaned softly as his thumb brushed against her torso, rubbing smooth circles into her skin.

In answer she kissed him again, shifting beneath him as he gathered her close. She knew that it was not supposed to hurt, that it wouldn't hurt, as Vanora had often reassured her that although there was a fine line between pain and pleasure, making love was squarely on the pleasure side.

Tristan was gentle, as tender and as careful as he could be since he knew Amaya had suffered before. He did not care whether or not she was a virgin, all that mattered to him was that she belonged with him and she would stay beside him. He had longed for this moment for a long time, over a year, and now she was giving him everything that he had ever wanted. She was giving him her heart through the form of union in the way that only they could understand.

She gasped and murmured his name, drawing him closer as her fingers dug into his back, her spine naturally arching into him as he began to lose his control. He did his best to hold back but when Amaya whispered for him to let go of everything, he obeyed her command.

He growled softly, groaning with desire at the sound of Amaya's cries, her hands dropping back beside her head wantonly as her thighs gripped on tightly, locking her ankles around him to pull him further as her stomach twisted tightly and a fire raged through her body.

Her hips bucked against Tristan's and he growled softly at her, drawing in breath as deeply as he could before slowly, his pace began to slacken. Amaya lay back on the sheets gasping, shivering as her body reacted to Tristan's love making and refused to recover even as he lifted her up and held her close, murmuring softly whilst he drew the covers over them. "It's alright, you're alright."

"Damn right I am." Amaya said and he chuckled, one hand reaching up and tangling through her hair as she turned to face him. She reached forwards and kissed him quickly but firmly as he was still breathing heavily and she did not want to suffocate him. Their eyes locked together and Amaya refused to look away, though she was slowly drifting away from the world as exhaustion swamped her. It had been a long time since she had slept somewhere so comfortable.

"Amaya." He murmured her name and she smiled as her eyes finally closed then shifted closer to him as he moved, placing his shoulder under her head then drew her close as one of her feet gently stroked his leg. "Sleep."

"But I enjoy your company." She answered dreamily, her head rocking up and down as she fought to stay awake, to remain there with Tristan and the knowledge that he was there.

"I shall still be here when you wake." He promised her softly. "Now go to sleep." She grunted at him, sighing before letting her head drop finally, sliding one arm over Tristan's waist as he held onto her, resting his head back as he too closed his eyes.


Upon instinct Amaya woke up when someone shifted beside her but she relaxed again when Tristan merely turned over, his other arm naturally draping over her waist. It was past dawn but not by much and Amaya needed to go to Arluin and stay with him until he was fighting fit again, though she did not wish to awaken Tristan.

Slowly she slid forwards, lifting Tristan's arm from around her then quietly stepped from the bed, going over to her washroom to have a quick bathe before dressing behind the screen. Tristan awoke reluctantly, sighing then reached out a hand to seek Amaya but when his fingers found nothing but air, his eyes shot open. Where was she? Tristan sat up and he began to panic, looking around him. He was in her room but there was no sign of her. Where was she? Was it all just a wild dream? But it had felt so real, it could not have been.

"Amaya?" Tristan called out fearfully then he saw a shadow move behind the screen. Amaya stepped out quickly, frowning at the scout.

"What's wrong?" She asked him softly, coming to his side and he sighed with relief before lifting a hand to her face as she sat beside him, guiding her to his shoulder as he rested his head against hers.

"I thought for a moment I had dreamt your return. You were not beside me." He told her quietly and forlornly so Amaya lifted her head and kissed him gently.

"I am here, Tristan. I'm home with you." Her hand pressed to his face and her fingers began to caress him tenderly, tracing small lines across his features as his arms wound around her. "I'm sorry, I just did not want to disturb you." She explained in a soft voice as she gazed up at him. "You looked so peaceful." Without a word Tristan turned over, pulling Amaya down then rested her head on the luxurious pillows, his hands still holding her waist as he looked down at her.

"Next time, do not leave me alone. I still cannot believe you are here." He told her nonchalantly but his eyes shone and for a moment, Amaya thought she saw tears there but the scout hid them well, so she nodded her head.

"Alright. Next time I shall not be so selfless. I will shake you awake by the shoulder or shove you out of the bed to wake you up." Tristan arched an eyebrow at her then swooped forwards, capturing her mouth with his firmly. When he pulled back, Amaya simply lay there with Tristan looking down at her, one hand following the curve of her waist in smooth, slow strokes.

Weariness winning out, Tristan slowly settled his head beside hers and closed his eyes once more but when Amaya lifted her hand and toyed with his hair he smiled slightly. "I must go to see Arluin." She explained in a whisper and the scout nodded.

"Be on your way then." She paused.

"Will I see you at some point through the day?" He grunted in answer, still not opening his eyes. Amaya rolled her eyes but shifted over, placing a tender kiss on his face before leaving him to rest. She headed over to the door but was stopped by Tristan's voice murmuring her name.

"Maya." The woman looked back and watched as her scout opened his eyes to look at her with a perfervid heat in his eyes, hypnotically pulling Amaya towards him through the resolute tie that had locked itself from Amaya's body to Tristan's. "I love you Maya." She exhaled softly at his words, which were like a bolt of lightning through her body as she heard them then allowed them to echo through her empty mind like a shout through the deepest cave. For a moment she just looked at him before her eyes lit up with pride, her smile widening and Tristan watched the reaction with satisfaction. Saying the words had not been as hard as he had expected it to be.

"And I you, scout. I love you Tristan." She murmured quietly but with equal paroxysm in her eyes for him. Nodding his head Tristan closed his eyes and Amaya stood there, watching him. She couldn't take her eyes away and she listened to his steady breathing, quite enjoying the view of the scout in her bed with no clothes on.

"I can sense you watching me." Amaya chuckled.

"Can you blame me?" Tristan smirked in answer then sighed, shifting to get more comfortable.

"Go see Arluin. He'll need you." Nodding her head Amaya took one last look at Tristan before slipping away quietly after unlocking her door then strode as quickly as she could to see Arluin, her mind already thinking of ways to tempt his appetite and get him back from the brink of death.