Time will Tell
Disclaimer: We, Cat and Abby own no right to the film A Knights Tale and claim no copyright infringement or what have you. We also own none of the funky characters.
* Yes, yes, we know about the deleted scene from the DVD involving Chaucer's wife, but hey! That's why they deleted it. All for the purpose of this fic. *
* Will's P.O.V. *
Its been 3 years since I won the World jousting tournament in London and married Jocelyn. Our marriage so far has been successful, though not always swinging in our favour. A great deal has happened since our wedding day, good for some, bad for others. The main problem with Jocelyn and my self's marriage is that I really didn't get to know the real her before we got married, its not that her personality is bad, in fact its fine, but she's not the kind of girl I envisaged marrying. I think it was her looks I was attracted to and got to know.
I'm still jousting of course, in fact I've won every tournament but one that I've entered. But the victories seem fruitless when the prizes are spent towards Jocelyn's growing clothing and jewellery collection. I suppose I never really thought things through. I've even let my eyes wander to other women before, even my lady friends, to escape the reality that is my marriage.
One person that seems to be having more luck than me in the case of romance is Roland. He had eyes for Christiana since he first saw her. They have been courting for 2 ½ years now and Roland frequently comes to me for advice about women, though I don't know why, for I am no longer a man in love, simply in lust.
All the while Wat was my squire, I never even thought he would like to joust himself. It never occurred to me that he would like to be the one fighting for titles. But I was proven wrong, soon. For, about a year after I had won the World jousting tournament, his boldness made him stray from our group. I always felt they were like a family. Of course, he had to forge the nobility papers, any commoner would. I suppose it sounds selfish that I allow myself to fake my stars, but think it's wrong that Wat should not, it just never seemed in character for him, and I don't think it ever will.
Kate left our group a year ago, to start up her own, larger trade of armour-making in Canterbury. It came as a shock when Geoff wanted her to stay more than any of us. At one point, he even asked if he could come along with her.
She said no.
When we had been travelling to Bordeaux, London and other cities for jousting tournaments, I had never noticed a bond of any sorts between them, though I was never excellent at seeing things like that. Now I think back though, there were a few moments which I probably overlooked.
* Chaucer's P.O.V. *
.The way I always tried to be next to her; when I shielded her from the royal guards that took William; when I walked her home the night after Will's victory; there were so many signs, she surely must have noticed. Yet she left me without a thought. But I am a writer - I can vent my anger through words. No, I don't hate her. Of course, I couldn't. It's just that ever since she went, things are plain. Will is not satisfied, I can tell that. Roland is distant, but they remain strong.
I walked her home that time in fear of wild creatures or thieves attacking her. Rumours obviously, but I could not let Kate go by herself. Perhaps my overreacting was what caused her to leave, but-I hate to think like that.
Perhaps it's time I left things be; Time I got on with my life; Perhaps it's time to learn that she could never love me as I loved her.
Perhaps time will tell.
Please R+R with chocolate sprinkles and a cherry on top!
Disclaimer: We, Cat and Abby own no right to the film A Knights Tale and claim no copyright infringement or what have you. We also own none of the funky characters.
* Yes, yes, we know about the deleted scene from the DVD involving Chaucer's wife, but hey! That's why they deleted it. All for the purpose of this fic. *
* Will's P.O.V. *
Its been 3 years since I won the World jousting tournament in London and married Jocelyn. Our marriage so far has been successful, though not always swinging in our favour. A great deal has happened since our wedding day, good for some, bad for others. The main problem with Jocelyn and my self's marriage is that I really didn't get to know the real her before we got married, its not that her personality is bad, in fact its fine, but she's not the kind of girl I envisaged marrying. I think it was her looks I was attracted to and got to know.
I'm still jousting of course, in fact I've won every tournament but one that I've entered. But the victories seem fruitless when the prizes are spent towards Jocelyn's growing clothing and jewellery collection. I suppose I never really thought things through. I've even let my eyes wander to other women before, even my lady friends, to escape the reality that is my marriage.
One person that seems to be having more luck than me in the case of romance is Roland. He had eyes for Christiana since he first saw her. They have been courting for 2 ½ years now and Roland frequently comes to me for advice about women, though I don't know why, for I am no longer a man in love, simply in lust.
All the while Wat was my squire, I never even thought he would like to joust himself. It never occurred to me that he would like to be the one fighting for titles. But I was proven wrong, soon. For, about a year after I had won the World jousting tournament, his boldness made him stray from our group. I always felt they were like a family. Of course, he had to forge the nobility papers, any commoner would. I suppose it sounds selfish that I allow myself to fake my stars, but think it's wrong that Wat should not, it just never seemed in character for him, and I don't think it ever will.
Kate left our group a year ago, to start up her own, larger trade of armour-making in Canterbury. It came as a shock when Geoff wanted her to stay more than any of us. At one point, he even asked if he could come along with her.
She said no.
When we had been travelling to Bordeaux, London and other cities for jousting tournaments, I had never noticed a bond of any sorts between them, though I was never excellent at seeing things like that. Now I think back though, there were a few moments which I probably overlooked.
* Chaucer's P.O.V. *
.The way I always tried to be next to her; when I shielded her from the royal guards that took William; when I walked her home the night after Will's victory; there were so many signs, she surely must have noticed. Yet she left me without a thought. But I am a writer - I can vent my anger through words. No, I don't hate her. Of course, I couldn't. It's just that ever since she went, things are plain. Will is not satisfied, I can tell that. Roland is distant, but they remain strong.
I walked her home that time in fear of wild creatures or thieves attacking her. Rumours obviously, but I could not let Kate go by herself. Perhaps my overreacting was what caused her to leave, but-I hate to think like that.
Perhaps it's time I left things be; Time I got on with my life; Perhaps it's time to learn that she could never love me as I loved her.
Perhaps time will tell.
Please R+R with chocolate sprinkles and a cherry on top!