One Thing - chapter 6
Disclaimer: What's that Oscar Mayer commercial, Oh yeah "O I wish..." Yeah, right.
A/N: My pairing is introduced this chapter. And it's mighty short.
After meeting Arthur formally, Teagan decided that she rather liked the Roman commander. He was unlike any she had met previously. He had given her a tour of the fort, saying that she was welcome to any of it. Even to take meals in the hall with the rest of the knights. At the round table. The round table was interesting. The Romans she had met, had strict guidelines on etiquette. Especially since most Romans found that the Sarmatians were beneath them. The Roman lords or commanders were at the head of the table, with everyone below. Arthur didn't do that. He firmly believed that his men were equal to him.
On this night, Teagan had decided to take Arthur up on his offer of using the library. He had quite the extensive collection.
After finding an overly fat volume, Teagan settled herself in a rather large chair set near the fireplace. Since somebody, usually Jols, made sure the fire was stoked, Teagan was quite comfortable. With the roaring fire, a cup of wine and an interesting book, Teagan never noticed that she had company.
He stood there watching her. The way the fire played with the red in her hair, setting off gold flames. She had that mass of curls pulled to one side, exposing her tattoo. What he would give to find the story behind that tattoo.
And what he would give to run his fingers along that tattoo, tracing it to it's end.
He shook his head as thoughts of running his hands through her hair sent a stirring in his stomach.
'Get a grip. She said she doesn't bed knights.' He told himself, willing his body to calm down.
His shuffling feet brought Teagan's attention to the door where he stood.
"Hello there. What brings you here?" Teagan smiled at the knight.
"You read." He said by way of greeting. 'Stupid, stupid. Of course she reads.'
"Of course I do. Don't you?" She was surprised at the look upon his face.
"Yes." Was his simple reply.
"But...?" There was a but in there, Teagan just knew there was.
He looked at her with confused eyes. "I guess I didn't see you as a reader...I mean, as someone who enjoys reading...I mean, the tavern..." He was stammering, not something he did. Usually.
Teagan smiled at the dark knight. "Calm down. It's fine. There are lots of things you don't know about me."
He nodded. There were many things about this woman that no one knew. Yet.
A/N: I need a little help. Teagan is going to come across a bastard child of one of our knights. Not Arthur, Lancelot or Tristan. Who should the daddy be?
