Chapter 6
Lyndsey and Tristan walked back to their room after the meeting with Arthur. Tristan was quite and Lyndsey had a pretty good idea why. She would be going with everyone tomorrow. This was her first time going on an actual mission. This was going to be her first time killing someone. It actually kind of scared her, but at the same time excited her.
Once they were inside their room, Tristan ignored Lyndsey. He got ready for bed and didn't pay any attention to her. Lyndsey felt kind of put out by this. She couldn't figure out why this was bugging him so much. If she remembered correctly, she went through the same thing when he would go out on missions.
'She can't go. It's too dangerous. What if something happened to her? I couldn't stand it. This is suicide. She cannot go and that is final!' Tristan thought to himself. He looked over to Lyndsey and found her staring at him with hurt very evident in her eyes. He knew the hurt was put there because of him.
"I'm sorry." Tristan said.
"For what?"
"I've been ignoring you and I shouldn't have."
"It's okay. I'm sure you're just as worried as everyone else." Lyndsey said.
"No! I am more worried than anyone else! Don't you understand? You are my life. If anything happened to you, I wouldn't know what I would do."
"How do you think it was for me? Huh? Every time you had a mission, it tore me up inside. Do you know how hard it was for me to just sit here and wait for you, never knowing if you would return to me alive or dead!" She yelled.
Tristan had never thought of it in that sense. He had forgotten that while he was out, she would be here worrying if he was alright. He immediately felt ashamed.
"I'm sorry. I didn't think of it that way."
"It's okay." Lyndsey said. She placed her hand on the side of his face and made him look at her. "I know you worry about me. And I love that about you. But I can take care of myself." She gave him a small kiss. "Besides, I have a way with animals." She smiled as she went to get ready for bed. He knew that she could take care of herself, and he admired that about her.
Tristan had an inside battle going on inside of him. 'Should I do it know or wait until we return. 'O what the hell' Tristan thought.
"Lyndsey?"
"Yea babe."
Tristan walked over to her and crouched in front of her. "Ever since I met you I have never felt better. Seeing you on the ground triggered something inside of me. I felt like I had to protect you. And I did for awhile. You have grown to be a beautiful and strong woman in my eyes and I love that about you. Would you marry me?"
Lyndsey sat dumbfounded. 'Huh?' she thought to herself. Marriage? Did she really want to get married? All of these thoughts and more were going through her had as Tristan was still kneeling in front of her. 'O what the hell."
"Yes! I'll marry you!" she screamed.
Tristan smiled and gave her a kiss. As he kissed her he knew that this was the right thing to do. The kiss started heating up and soon Lyndsey was lying on the bed with Tristan on top of her. She knew that this was the right thing to do. But so soon? Well they were getting married. 'Why not' she thought.
Tristan slowly pulled her tunic off. He slowly caressed her smooth skin. 'Finally' He thought. As he removed the rest of her clothing, Lyndsey began to do the same to him. As she looked at his bare chest, she could see the many scars that had plagued him throughout the years.
Soon they were both lying on the bed, with nothing on but blankets.
"Are you sure?" asked Tristan.
"Yea." Lyndsey said hesitantly. She was scared, she'll admit to that. Never had she been with a man willingly. So this was pretty much her first time.
"Just relax. I won't hurt you." Replied Tristan in a caring and loving voice. Lyndsey believed him with all her heart and knew that this night would be a time she would never forget.
The next day, Lyndsey woke with a smile on her face. Tristan had been up early so he could watch her sleep.
"Good morning." Said Tristan.
"Morning." Lyndsey said with a smile on her face. Tristan could get used to that face every morning. Lyndsey got up and got dressed for themission they hadtoday. She dressed in her black leggings, pink skirt, and black tunic with black boots. For some reason, she couldn't stray away from these clothes. She went to the wash bin and cleaned her face. She made two little braids on the side of her head and pinned them back, in a makeshift crown, so they wouldn't get in her face. She laced her eyes with kohl, to keep the sun from blinding her, grabbed her weapons and went to the door.
Just before she opened the door, she was pinned by none other than Tristan. He kissed her with such passion Lyndsey thought her knees would buckle. She wanted nothing more than to just throw him on the bed and have her way with him. But they had a duty, and when they got back, then she could have her way with him. He finally pulled away, and they made their way down to the stables.
As they entered, they saw knowing smiles on everyone's face. They all knew what had happened that knight, and surprisingly, Lyndsey didn't care. She looked over to Tristan to see him with a smirk on his face.
"So, it finally happened huh luv?" said Bors.
"Which part?" she said. Bors stood dumbfounded. "I know about your guys' little bet. So, who won?" she said with a smile. They all looked at her like she had grown two heads.
"Well, um, were not sure exactly." Said Lancelot. "We were hoping you could tell us."
Lyndsey smiled, "Bors."
"Ha! See I told you they would get married!" shouted Bors.
"And Lancelot won the second part." Tristan said.
Lancelot had an evil grin. "Yea well that was easy. I could hear you guys all the way down the hall." Lyndsey blushed and laughed. She knew it would happen, and she didn't care who knew.
Arthur came strolling in. "Congratulations you two. We will have a ceremony for you when we return. For know, let's get this over with. The sooner we leave, the sooner we get home."
They all mounted up, and were soon riding out. Arthur and Lancelot up front, followed by Gawain and Galahad, Bors and Dagonet, and finally Tristan and Lyndsey.
They rode hard all day, not stopping once unless to rest the horses and to eat. They wanted to get there fast, but they were never prepared for what they would find when they arrived.
