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Author Note: Thank you for the reviews, I'm sorry that this is so short but I was sick for forever in lost the flow for this chapter. I will write another chapter soon. Much longer I promise!
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Knightmaiden: A New Life…well first off, where do you want to go with this story? Happy ending? Sad? If you know how you want it to end then it gets easier. But I beg you Update any story! I like reading your work. Thank you for the review and I sent you the website for the Tristan Movie!
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Shtoofi: Thank you for the review once again and you can vote for who R'han falls in love with. But so far you will be the 3rd vote so things might change.
Opening her eyes R'han was blessed with the good fortune of having an empty room. The dull ache in her side had yet to subside completely, but graced her with a few moments of numbness. Careful of her newly stitched side she sat up. Wincing as the pain returned full source. Biting her lower lip she was not surprised when the taste of blood met her tongue.
R'han was faced with a harsh reality. The only way to escape was to run and running would be painful. With a small amount of rage she flipped the fur blanket off her weakened legs. Using her arms as leverage she slipped her legs off the bed. Hissing loudly as her bare feet came into contact with the cold floor, cautiously she stood. Leaning against the wall as waves of exhaustion hit her, covering her body in sweat.
She began her escape, Maybe they'll kill me while I'm at it, she mused thinking of the release that death would bring as she slowly slide along the wall, mindful of her wound. Moving at a turtles pace she began to doubt her plan for escape. Where would she go?
There was a dull thump and a string of curses that woke Tristan from his fevered slumber. His brown eyes snapped open, alertness finding him even with his injured state. Heavy breathing pinpointed the intruder's location and he lifted his head slightly. Trying to view the source of disturbance.
His eyes fell upon a slumped figure of the floor. A female figure to be more exact. Her curtain of red hair falling over her face as she held her self up. Crying out quietly when she tried to steady herself once more. His mind flared with recognition. There had been only to places in which hair as red as fire had stayed to his memory. One was obviously Varona, for she had been at the fort for years, and the second, No, its impossible Arthur would never…
Tristan was otherwise distracted by the noise from the hallway, a great shout and the sounds of running men. "Have you seen the woman that was in the neighboring room?"
There was a muffled hushed response in which even Tristan's ears could not pick up. Arthur's voice once again spoke loudly, "Aye the Saxon lass."
Tristan watched astonished as the young women stood once more, legs wobbling slightly under the weight of her own body as she inched slowly to the doorway.