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Authors Note: Enjoy guys. This chapter is dedicated to my lovely elder sister, Tracy137, who helps to keep me sane.

Tracy137 – Yes you're a fairy, and no fatter than me, so watch what you say missy! LOL. ;o) We're thin in my mind at least. Poor Trev, he'll get used to it eventually I'm sure. I'm glad you thought everything was handled well sis. I was so worried that I was rushing things there. But it's Tristan, so how could she resist him for long? I couldn't. And you will laugh more when we get to the Tavern and Fay gets a shot at Whiny boy there. Glad you enjoyed the chapter so much. Hopefully you like this one as well and it puts some of your fears to rest on whose kid it is. (Even though I've already told you.) Also, if I've got you wrong in this I'm so sorry! Don't hate me. I'm trying to blend a bit of the you I know and love with the you from your stories. Does that make sense? Hopefully it does. If you completely hate it tell me and I'll fix it. Repost and everything.

Vintersorg – A woman for Galahad…never thought about that much actually. Not because I forgot, as much as his whining irritates me in the movie and so I instead love to pick on him. I still love him mind you, but he just can be slightly irritating. But I see your point that it would be bad for him to never find a woman. So I must think about that and get back to you. I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter. Here's the talk, hope you enjoy it as much as the rest.

Lilstrummrgrl527 – LOL. Yes she finally got past them enough to sleep. And while she knows they will always be there, she also knows that she has a way out and they don't have to rule her life any longer. Yeah, someone had to, and Lance seems best for the job if you ask me. Glad you liked that line. Made me giggle when I reread through the chapter before I posted it. Galahad is my favorite punching bag I must admit. He just makes it so easy. Poor little kid. Yes in a few chapters they will be wed. Okay don't be jealous of Fay okay? It was that or let Gawain die old and alone and as we can both agree, he is just too damn sexy to let the gene pool end there. Fay is very cool, don't worry and based after my lovely sister, so she will be very good to him. And all of them for that matter. I call my dad's dog mutt sometimes just to irritate her. She's a Sitz Tzu and thinks she's royalty. Must sleep on pillows and everything. Thanks for not making me feel in too much of a hurry with this chapter and for the review!

Elfvamp1-13-97 – Thanks for the carry over music. All was missing was "tune in next week for the continuing saga of Priestesses of Avalon!" LOL, but then I'm just silly so pay me no mind.

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Newsieskane – Really? I can. I do it often. Glad you enjoyed the chapter though, and don't worry, I didn't take too long see? I could have taken longer, but then I would have been killed, so I thought it best to update now. Thank you as always for such a lovely review.

MoonMaiden-of-Gawain – Hmm, I don't much mind. ;o) I enjoy the cliffhanger. All answers are revealed…well that answer at least…here. Was it too long a wait? Thanks for reviewing.

TriGemini – The healing has really begun now, and while she will never be free of what was done to her, she can now cope with it. Yeah I would hope Jasmine was happy with the idea, cause otherwise why marry him? Thanks for the review.

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The Priestesses of Avalon

Chapter Twenty-Three: Truth Coming to Light

Tristan had said nothing on their way back to the rooms. This was not an uncommon occurrence in itself, but today, it made Mariska nervous as a snowball in Hades. Frowning at the back of his head all the way back, as he drug her there, she was almost afraid to speak. This must be truly bad news to have him so silent with her.

As soon as they were in the room he shut the door and led her to the bed, setting her down before he began to pace, his face a mask but emotions raging in his eyes as he clasped his hands before him, focusing on the floor, trying to find the perfect words to tell her.

"Tristan what is it?" she asked after a moment. This was not like him at all and it was beginning to frighten her. "What did Arthur say?"

He looked up and caught her eyes then, and the fear that was dwelling behind the dark lashes. He was before her in an instant, on his knees with his hands clasping her own. "I know of the child Mariska," he said quietly after a moment.

Fear, sadness and shock came to her eyes then and her mouth fell open as she gazed at him. "But…how?"

"Merlin and Sonia found out. Through the runes," he brought his hand up to cup her cheek. "Why did you not just tell me?"

"How could I? After what has happened?" her voice was thick with tears. "When I knew how much it would mean to you."

"It means nothing to me," Tristan stated firmly.

"What?" her head shot up in shock, her eyes large as saucers.

"I do not care."

"How can you say that?" she asked incredulously, pushing him away and rising, walking away from him. "Do you not know what this means?"

"Aye, it means we are to have a child. It matters not who fathered it, it is ours," he stated rising as well.

"What?" she turned on him, confusion on her face and tears streaking her cheeks.

"I am saying," he said sighing and walking over to her, and placing his hands on her shoulders, rubbing her arms gently. "If you wish to have the child, I will love it as if it were my own for it shall be. And if you do not wish to birth it, then I will support you in that as well."

"Tristan what in the name of the Gods are you speaking of?" she asked after a moment, her eyes drying and the confusion taking over completely.

"The child being a Saxon's, it does not matter to me."

"I am not carrying a Saxon's child."

"What?" this time it was his turn to look confused.

"I was pregnant before they took me. But with all they did…" the tears returned then and she took a deep breath to hold them back. "I lost it…I had to have," she broke down then, openly sobbing as she leaned her head against him.

"Why did you not tell me?" Tristan asked hugging her close, the reason for the sadness to her eyes becoming clear now. She thought that she had lost their baby, not that she was carrying one of the Saxons.

"Because I was unsure. I was going to tell you of my suspicions that night, but…" her voice was so thick with tears by then it was hard for him to understand her and her body shook with sobs. He tried his best to sooth her, but she only sobbed harder. Eventually he was able to make out three words that caused his heart to stop.

"I failed you."

"What?" he pulled her back and locked eyes with her, wiping the tears from her face with his thumb.

"I failed you. I let them take me and I lost our child," her voice was so soft he had to strain to hear it. "I would not blame you if you wished to be rid of me now."

"Daft woman," Tristan stated with a snort causing her to start and look up at him sharply. "Nothing will have me rid of you now. Not by choice or otherwise. You belong full as much to me as I do to you. In death I would walk by your side until you could join me."

"Oh Tristan, you know that I would do the same don't you?" her arms shot up about his neck, hugging him close. "What did I do that led the Great Lady to bless me so by leading you into my life?" she murmured, his arms coming up about her waist as well.

"I often wonder the same," he murmured back, easily finding her lips with his own.

He sank down onto the bed, pulling her into his lap and stroking her cheek, brushing her hair behind her ear. "You are not too upset then? About the baby?" she asked after a moment, the sadness returning with a great wave of disappointment.

"Nay, for if it is as you say, then you lost nothing," he said, bringing his hand to rest over her belly, rubbing it gently as he gazed into her eyes. "Sonia and Merlin know you to be pregnant. And the Fates told Jasmine that you knew the father."

"No Tristan it is impossible," Mariska shook her head sadly. "As badly as I was attacked, it could not have survived."

"Were you not the one to tell me nothing is impossible if the Goddess deems it so?" Tristan countered with a quirked eyebrow.

"But Tristan the damage they did…"

"Did not affect our child. Or do you call your Grandfather and High Priestess wrong and our babe a weakling?"

"On this instance I do!" She was out of his lap in an instant, an angry look on her face. "If what you say were true, then I would feel the child. Know the life that grows inside me is there as I did when it first sparked and real and I do not!"

"Did you feel it die?" he asked quietly, his voice as calm as always.

She paused for a moment, her face contorted in contemplation. "Nay…I do not think I did."

"Then how can you be so sure?"

"There was so much blood when you brought me back here," she sighed, her voice still shaky. "How could it have survived?"

"The blood was not all your own," Tristan reminded her gently. "There was more than one Saxon's in it, as I recall."

She sighed, her body trembling now. "But why can I not feel it? As I did before?"

He rose slowly, coming to her and gathering her into his arms. "Your mind was plagued before by the dream. By all that was done to you. Perhaps it was too much for your heart to bear. Besides, it is my child is it not?"

"Aye," she nodded, snuggling closer against him, nuzzling her head against his chest, taking comfort in his touch.

"Than do you really think it would make much noise?"

A smile came to her lips then and she laughed, actually laughed, for the first time in weeks.

"Try again," Tristan coaxed her after a few moments. "Close your eyes and see if you can feel its life within you," he murmured, bringing his hand back to her stomach, his fingers splaying out, covering it entirely.

"I'm afraid too," she whispered, looking up at him with fright filled eyes, her arms already wrapped about his neck. "What if it is not?"

"Then we will grieve," he rested his forehead against hers. "Together."

Their eyes locked and after a moment she nodded slowly, taking a deep breath before she closed her eyes, snuggling closer to him, her forehead still resting against his own and concentrating on the beating of her heart.

He watched her closely, releasing a breath he was unaware he had been holding as a smile crossed her face, and her entire body seemed to almost glow as her eyes shot open, moist with unshed tears but alight with a joy that he had missed for the past two weeks.

"Oh Tristan!" she murmured, his arms tightening about her body as he pulled her close, kissing her deeply, an indescribable joy flowing through them both.

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That night at the tavern there was much cause for celebrating as Mariska confirmed for them all, and shocking more than a few, that the child was indeed Tristan's. Drinks were flowing freely and most of the knights, including an even drunker than usual Bors, were more than a little inebriated, except of course for Tristan. He doubted seriously that he would ever drink that much again. And strangely, Gawain had taken very little, but was busy trailing after Fay with his eyes, all about the tavern.

"Well if you all wondered so, why did you not ask me sooner eh?" Mariska chided her sisters and Vanora from her place in front of Tristan on one of the benches, his hand massaging her scalp while he waited his turn in the dagger-throwing contest he was having with Galahad and Gawain.

"We did not know how you would take it if it were the Saxons," Hayley explained, leaning back into Dagonet's arms, his hands resting over her stomach.

"Well fortunately it was not," Mariska shuddered at the thought.

Across the room, Esmeralda and Lancelot were dancing and laughing along with Jasmine and Arthur, the king smiling broader than any of his friends had ever seen him while he kept Jasmine close to him. Near the bar, Bors got another drink, staggering over to Vanora.

"Van, my Van," he said, leaning heavily on her.

"Ugh, get offa me ya brute!" she said, pushing him away and into a chair. "I don't need you drowning yourself and crushin' me in the process," she slapped the back of his head before stalking off to fill more mugs.

He watched her go sadly, looking down into his drink and muttering incoherently.

"What's wrong brother?" Dagonet asked as Fay wandered over then, watching the throwing contest with interest.

"I'm tryin' Dag, really hard as hell I am," Bors grumbled. "But how's I supposed t' get enuf courage and ask her if she keeps pushin' me way and runnin' off the little vixen!"

"Oh no Bors!" Hayley said, shaking her head in disbelief.

"You're not going to ask her to marry you like that are you?" Mariska asked, her eyes wide, stopping mid drink of her water.

Behind her, Galahad drunkenly threw his dagger, it landing crooked in the chair leg that was their target.

"There, beat that!" he slurred, beaming at the shot.

With barely a glance Gawain threw his dagger, landing straight as an arrow just above his brothers.

"Bloody hell!" Galahad grumbled as Tristan's dagger flew, imbedding itself in Gawain's. "Damnit Tristan!"

Another dagger flew then, landing at the end of Galahad's crooked one. All three men paused and turned to see a beaming Fay, her arms crossed over her chest as she admired the shot. "Not bad, but a little high don't you think?" she asked nonchalantly, smirking as she went to retrieve her dagger.

"Damnit even a woman is better at it than I am tonight," Galahad grumbled, sinking onto the bench only to have his hair ruffled.

He looked up indignantly to see Fay smiling down at him. "Don't worry pup, one day you'll improve," she smirked.

"Come Fay, sit and laugh at Bors with us," Mariska said as she noticed her new friend, patting the seat next to her.

"I could use the break," she grinned. "And why are we laughing at Bors today?"

Tristan sat next to Mariska, wrapping an arm about her shoulders and kissing her temple. "We know him?" he asked passively, earning grins from about the table.

Gawain looked uncertain for a moment before he felt a hard nudge that sent him falling towards the table, barley catching himself on his hands next to Fay and blushing a bit as he shot his head back to see Vanora walking back towards the kitchens, a large smirk on her face.

"I don't bite you know?" Fay laughed at him, grasping his hand and pulling him down to sit. "Now come, I wish to know why we are laughing at Bors."

"Because, in his infinite wisdom, he's decided to ask Van to marry him," Mariska smirked.

"Isn't that a good thing? I thought that's what Van wanted," Galahad asked drunk and confused.

"Aye, but his approach is lacking," Hayley stated. "To say the least."

"How do you intend to do it?" Gawain asked Bors, who merely groaned and sank his head down in his arms.

"By doing what he does best," Dag answered with a grin.

"Getting drunk," Tristan snorted, an apple appearing in his hand that he began to carve for him and Mariska with the dagger Arthur had returned to him earlier.

"Yeah, worked before," Bors growled.

"What?" Hayley asked, a smirk on her face and mirth in her voice.

"When he first wished to ask her to his bed, he got slobbering drunk first. Watched her for a good three nights before that too. She ended up helping him home and feeling sorry for him afterwards," Lancelot stated as he and a very out of breath Esmeralda came up and sat down at the table. "Hell, even I felt sorry enough for him to hold back and give him a chance." This earned an eye roll and a slap from his lover.

"Harpy!" he stated before capturing her lips with his, kissing her deeply, leaning her back as far as they could go without both of them toppling off the bench.

"Where are Arthur and Jasmine?" Hayley asked then, looking about for the King and her sister, ignoring the other two. "Mayhap they can help us to come up with a solution for Bors problem."

"Over there," Esmeralda righted herself, breathing even heavier now, and pointed to the far side of the floor, where the aforementioned couple was snuggled close to one another, dancing to a tune that only they could hear.

"Wow, you cannot even see the light of the candle between them," Fay laughed, having been introduced properly to both of them earlier that day.

"Aye, isn't it romantic?" Galahad swooned, surprised this time when he did not earn a chuff to the head from his brother. Glancing over at Gawain he saw why, as his eyes were busy watching Fay.

"Aye it is," the blonde haired knight agreed, catching Fays eyes, both smiling at one another, a blush coming unbidden to her cheeks causing her to turn her head quickly.

"So, how do we help him ask her?" Hayley said, leaning forward conspiratorially.

"Well, sober him up first," Esmeralda said, her nose wrinkled at his condition, which was quickly heading towards unconsciousness. "Even their bastards would question her saying yes to him now."

"One of us could write out what he needs to say," Fay offered. "Assuming he can read."

"Aye, but he sweats like a hog when he's nervous," Lancelot said. "Would have to be strong ink to make it through long enough for him to read it."

"I don't understand, they are so easy with one another all the rest of the time, why is he so nervous now?" Esmeralda asked.

"He fears her saying no," Dag answered. "Despite the way he acts here around others, she rules his life. And in cases such as this, he is unsure how to proceed," he smiled down at his own wife then, kissing the top of her head.

"Self conscious little bugger isn't he?" Mariska laughed. "Like you used to be Ez."

"I was not," Esmeralda bristled, having had a bit too much ale herself.

"You were so, shy too. Until he came along," Mariska laughed, jerking her thumb at Lancelot.

"I never noticed," Lance assured her, kissing her forehead as she pouted slightly.

"So what are we to do with him?" Gawain asked, looking at Bors, for a moment, wondering if he would be that nervous when it came time to ask a woman to marry him. That was odd, he did not even have a woman and he was suddenly thinking on marriage again, more so than ever before. Catching a glimpse of Fay, he suddenly had an inkling as to why.

"Nothing," Tristan said after a moment. "He's a coward. Can't be helped."

All those at the table fell quiet then and Bors head shot up, looking more sober than he had all evening. "Wot was that scout?" he growled dangerously.

"I said you were a coward," Tristan answered calmly. "And deaf as well from the looks of it."

"I am no bloody coward boy!" Bors voice grew louder as he slammed his hand down on the table earning the attention of those near them.

"Yeah yeah. Big man, reduced to a simpering drunk by a woman," Tristan replied, taking another bite of his apple. "Very brave."

"I don't see you askin' your woman either," he growled in response

"I am not afraid to ask her," Tristan replied. "I just have not done so yet."

"Liar. You're just as chicken shit with her as I am with my Vanora," Bors grunted in response.

The table grew even more silent, and by now the rest of the tavern had heard them and shut up as well as Jasmine and Arthur began to wander over, her arm laced about his, his hand clutching her own.

Tristan's eyes were cold as he gazed at Bors, all the while his face remaining passive, his dagger slamming down into the tabletop. Around the bar, a few murmurs could be heard, people placing bets on how long it would take the scout to kill the brutish knight and vice versa.

"Do not pawn your faults on others Bors," Tristan ground out quietly. "I would ask her now but it would not sound sincere as you have just challenged me to do so. Mayhap if you grew some balls, you would not have all this trouble."

"You little bastard," Bors bellowed, he and Tristan both jumping to their feet then, when Vanora rushed over.

"Wot's all this?" she yelled at them, a tray in her hand. "Wot's goin' on here?"

"This little whelp just insulted me!" Bors barked at her.

"So what? They always do, just as you always give it back!" Vanora cried exasperatedly, glad all the children were away from the tavern tonight. At least she thought they were, but her lover and his friends could be more childish than her own herd.

"This was different," Bors growled at her. "Stay out of it wench."

"I damn well won't if you two oafs intend to fight in my bar! Now what's it this time?" Vans hands went to her hips as she glared at her lover, her patience's with him quickly wearing thin.

"He called me a coward!" Bors accused Tristan, who had not moved, merely had his hand fingering the dagger in the table.

The still coherent knights at the table, and the King exchanged a look then, having a pretty good idea why Tristan had pushed it so far. Smirks came to more than one face as they leaned over and explained it to the women.

When Gawain began to whisper into Fay's ear her breath caught for an instant, and she closed her eyes, deciding the man was much too handsome for his own good before she leaned over and explained it to Mariska, who was looking a bit worriedly between the two men.

"Wot for?" Van asked, frowning as she looked between Tristan and Bors.

"BECAUSE I DON'T BLODDY KNOW HOW TO ASK YOU TO MARRY ME!" Bors bellowed, still glaring at Tristan wondering if he was quick enough in his drunken state to kill the deadly man before him. Would be tricky sober, as Tristan was faster and deadlier than all of them put together, but he would do it. Teach the boy a lesson. Suddenly realization of what he'd said and who he'd said it too dawned on him and he froze, catching the triumphant smirk on Tristan's face before he sat down, putting his arm back around Mariska.

"Wot I mean is," Bors voice dropped lower and he turned to face her, while refusing to look into her eyes, playing with his hands instead.

"Yes Bors," Vanora's voice was soft as she spoke and when he looked up, he caught the tears of joy in her eyes, the smile covering her face.

"Wot?"

"Yes Bors. Drunken brute that you are, your still lovable in your own damn way," she smiled at him, moving forward so that their bodies were touching. "I'll marry ya you dumb oaf!"

"My little flower!" he breathed, hauling her flush against him and kissing her deeply, a cheer going out about the tavern then as everyone began to turn back to their drinks and games.

As soon as they broke apart she hauled off and slapped him hard across the face. "That's for gettin' so sodden drunk I thought I'd be buryin' you in the mornin'!" she stated firmly before hitting him again. "And that's for damn near startin' a fight and killin' Tristan." She turned and looked at Mariska then, winking at her.

Mariska, understanding the meaning hauled off and slapped Tristan hard as she could upside the head, shocking everyone at the table. "And that's for scaring me and our unborn baby half to death!" she growled at him.

"As for you," Vanora continued on, a smile firmly in place now. "I'll kiss those better later," she said with a wink, before sauntering off to fill more mugs.

"Damint woman!" Tristan growled, rubbing the back of his head, shocked that she had snuck a hit in on him, a scowl on his face.

"I'd watch Mariska," Lancelot laughed loudly, hauling Esmeralda onto his lap.

"Aye, Tris has killed men for less," Gal added, his head resting in his hand, sinking further down on the table.

"So has Mariska," Esmeralda grinned as Hayley and Dag merely shook their heads, going back to their own conversation, ignoring the others. Sometimes they could be just like children. Perhaps Lucan and the herd could teach them a thing about maturity some time, but they very much doubted it.

Mariska had her hands on her hips and an eyebrow raised as she glared at her lover. "Would you really kill me and your babe?" she asked after a moment. "Or rather, would you like to try?"

Before she could do aught else, he hauled her to him, kissing her deeply, both ignoring the laughter that went up round the table then as they became lost in one another, Mariska feeling as if she were truly home for the first time in weeks.

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Later that night, as Fay closed up with a couple of the other Barmaids, allowing Van to get off early and celebrate with her lover, she pondered over how happy she was that she had decided to come to the fort after all. Saying goodbye to the other girls she began to make her way back to her room, allowing an awareness of her surroundings to fall easily over her as she let her mind wander to a certain pair of green eyes, peeking out from behind golden curls.

He looked almost like a lion, she mused, her pace easy and light, enjoying the feel of the night air against her skin. But gentler than any lion she had ever seen. He was quiet, which she liked, and so very sweet with the others. Yet he looked so lonely she'd noticed, when she'd catch his gaze. And almost shy.

Not a good thing mind you, when she tended to be on the shy side herself from time to time. Especially when it came to personal matters. As she wondered why everything couldn't be as easy as a good fight, one came her way, as a twig snapped behind her.

Spinning she had her blades drawn and resting in a scissor like position at the throat of…"Gawain?"

"Sorry, Lady Fay, I meant no offence," he said, his hands up in a surrendering position, a smirk on his face. She was fast, and obviously trained. He liked that.

"You startled me," she said, re-sheathing the blades at her back beneath the cloak that kept them so well concealed. "I apologize."

"No need," he said, coming to stand next to her. "I just did not think it very gentlemanly of me to let you walk home alone, at this late an hour," he said with a small smile. "May I?" he asked offering her his arm.

"Yes you can Sir Knight," she smiled taking it in her hand. "It is the least I could do for such the rude hello I just offered you."

"I take no offence, since you let me keep my head," he grinned winking at her, an act that caused her to blush. "I must wonder though, why a woman such as yourself would feel the need for blades?"

"It pays to be able to protect oneself," she answered coolly. "Since there is not always a chivalrous knight around to do so for you." Her tone stated plainly that she did not wish to speak any more on it, so he left it at that. Unlike his brother Galahad, he was able to take hints.

"So what do you think of the fort thus far?" he asked, changing the subject gracefully.

"I like it very much. It is lovely and the people are so kind," she smiled sweetly up at one another. "When they're not trying to kill one another that is."

"Ah yes, Bors and Tristan," Gawain chuckled. "Tristan reads people too well sometimes and it puts the rest of us at a disadvantage."

"Yes, but he is a good man. That is evident," Fay smiled.

"Aye he is. And lucky to have found someone as patient as Mariska to draw it out of him. He was damn near impossible before she came. She controls him though," he answered.

"And what of you Sir Knight? What woman controls you?" she asked shyly.

"Sadly I have yet to find one willing to put up with me," he answered as they stopped outside her door, turning to face one another. "I am hoping that that is to change soon though," he said with a small smile, bringing her hand up to her face, kissing the palm instead of the knuckles. "Good night my lady," he bowed slightly.

"Good night Sir Gawain," she smiled, blushing once more, watching as he turned and walked away, bringing her palm to her cheek, holding it there for a moment before she sighed contentedly, turning and entering her room, closing the door behind her.

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"All seems to be working out well," Arthur said to Jasmine as they lay in their bed later that night, wrapped in each other once more.

"Aye. Destiny has dealt us a good hand this turn, we should enjoy it," Jasmine sighed contentedly, snuggling closer to him.

He leaned over and kissed her forehead, his hand running through her hair, lifting a few strands every now and then, enjoying the softness of it between his calloused fingers. "I was thinking, mayhap it's time to move on."

"How so?" Jasmine asked, positioning her head so that she could hear the strong beating of his hart.

"I wish to leave the wall. Build a fort or palace closer to the center of Britain. I have been looking over my maps, and it seems the best idea. We would be closer to Avalon then in case you were needed there or vice versa, and everyone else for that matter. What do you think of the idea?"

"It would be nice to be closer to home," Jasmine sighed. That's what Avalon would always be to any who had served there. Home. "And it does make sense. What do the others say?"

"I have not asked them yet," Arthur answered. "I wished to hear what you thought on it first."

"Softie," Jasmine smiled, leaning up to kiss him gently. "I think it is a good idea, worth discussion."

"If we do decide to follow through with it, I was thinking perhaps we could be married there," Arthur said after a moment. "Then mayhap Sonia could come and perform the ceremony. I know you that is what you desire."

"And how did you get to know me so well your Majesty?" Jasmine's voice was teasing, but touched all at the same moment. He really did know her better than others.

"Blessed I suppose," he replied, tangling his hand in his hair and kissing her deeply, putting off the thought of talking to the knights for the morning.

Authors Note: See I didn't make you wait too long for it! I was feeling nice today though. Hope you all enjoy it. (Review Meg! I gave you the fluff you asked for.). Let me know what you all think.