Hey all- just wanted to thank everyone for their reviews they were much appreciated.
I realized after I posted the first chapter that I forgot to do this so this is for all the lawyers and lawyer want-to-bes out there.
Disclamer- I own nothing from the movie-if I did I would be a very rich and happy woman.
Date Unknown
I have no clue what day it is. I remember making it to the back room and hearing the tour group come in and leave cause the little shit of a tour guide slammed the damn door. I half wanted to jump out and scream "Hello idiot, the door alone is worth more than your pretty little head. By the Gods, why would you use such force on something so ancient". But, after that thought I blacked out. I think something fell from the ceiling and hit my head. I woke up to more voices in the outer room…the voices are fading now. Whoever is out there must be leaving. I am going to go out and try to figure out how long I was out for.
Laura
Walking out of the room Laura is greeted by a disturbing sight. The moldy fading tapestries, which hung on the walls, were gone. In place of them were now new tapestries full of color and life. Brand-new replicas replaced the antique furniture that was scattered throughout what seemed to be a bedroom.
Something is seriously wrong here. These tapestries are hand-made very few people can even come close to making such beautiful works. Laura thought as she ran her hand over the tapestry. Well I better go find someone to ask what today is. Sneaking out into the hallway, lost in her thoughts, she collides into a lithe solid body. Jostled a bit she begins to fall backwards but is caught by a pair of powerful arms. Looking up she is met with a pair of detached brown eyes.
Tristan's POV
Leaving my room I make my way through the shadows toward the tavern. Taking the long way I pass the empty chambers of my fallen brothers-in-arms. Hearing voices coming from on of the rooms I stealth fully hide myself in a darkened alcove. I watch closely as two Roman guards leave the room and head towards the stairs. Letting curiosity get the better of me I stalk to the now unoccupied room. As I reach out to push ajar the door, it opens by what seems to be its own accord. A girl, no a woman glides out of the doorway and right into me. She starts to wobble without thinking I reach to steady her. I can not help but notice the softness of her milk and honey skin. The woman looks up at me with toffee eyes. Vulnerability can be seen in them for a quick second before pain and confusion cross over and then nothing. I quickly release my grip on her shoulders it doesn't help our bodies are still pressed together. She apologizes softly as she steps back so our bodies are no longer touching. I appreciate her awareness during that moment. While she looks at the floor seemingly collecting her thoughts I take my time looking her over. I must say, I enjoy the view. She is wearing an outfit similar to one of Vanora's. A dark forest green skirt covers what looks to be bark brown knee high boots. The lighter green bodice and cream chemise cover most of her well endowed chest, yet I can still see a slight swell of her pale breast. The green works well with her milk and honey complexion and auburn red hair. The woman is around five foot eight with wondrous curves on her. She is no whore that is for sure nor is she a maiden, but what was she doing with those Romans then? She is neither Roman nor Woad. I have never seen her here before there is no possible way that I could have missed her- Lancelot wouldn't let me. I swear that man needs to be turned into a eunuch. My eyes continue their path back to her face noticing a pair of pouty red lips and blushed cheeks. When my eyes finally find hers again they are greeted with an aggravated and embarrassed stare. I inwardly grimace at the look.