Ok, I know, evil author. I stopped writing waaayy too long ago and then I just got heavily sidetracked. Bad author, bad. Eww, that sounds weird.

LOVED Vivian alexandra's reaction to her status as new fav reviewer. Got some chuckles, yes I just said chuckles

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Alright, stopping now.

Chucckkleessss…..

SHUTUP!

Oh god, I need help.

Disclaimer- yes, we know the drill, no ownage of the kingege. Arthurege. Tristanege. Whatever and a cow.

All I have to say- "Manhood"

After running away from Gawain after her threat against his manhood (which she might fulfill if he kept pinning her to walls), Damara managed to avoid the attractive young knight for most of the day.

It had not been easy.

He had managed to at least show up in the vicinity of where she was, if not within five feet of her. She had been forced to use all the thieving skills that Kiri had taught her as a joke a while back. She knew Kirima hadn't been joking, however she approached teaching her princess, it had to be serious. Kirima was after all an assigned protector to the ruler of her nation.

Damara was now sitting in a gigantic tree by the wall. It was the only tree by this part of the wall, with thick foliage, and Damara's hope was that Gawain would hopefully not find her. She didn't have much options left if he did.

You wouldn't mind it if he did, though, wouldn't you?, her mind said.

"Shutup brain" she said irritably.

Haha, just admit I'm right.

"I'm going mad", Damara said with a sigh. "Fantastic".

She cut off the conversation between her rational self and her insane self before she started to accept any really bad ideas that she just might enjoy.

"Ok, now I really am going mad" Damara said to herself. She sighed, and leaned back against the tree trunk at her back.

Squinting, she peered out through the foliage at the wall next to her. Roman soldiers were on it, surveying the ground.

Ha, she thought with a smirk, they couldn't see a real threat if it hit them in the face.

"Well, I hope they could, considering that they're my men" came a deep voice from below her.

Shit.

Damara silently cursed at her bad luck. Or maybe not so bad, considering that Arthur was a leader just the same as she was.

She looked down.

Arthur was examining her position in the tree with an amused, curious stare. He sat well on his charger, she would give him that. She knew that she did look odd, perched on a gigantic tree branch in leather pants, a linen shirt, and leather vest.

She grimaced.

"Did I actually say that aloud?" she said sheepishly. The last person she would want to hear something like that would be the commander of the fort.

"Yes you did, Lady, and I don't believe that they would appreciate hearing you say that" he said, not without a hint of disdain.

Damara opened her mouth to respond in kind, but he apparently wasn't finished.

"However, my knights would appreciate that" he said with a smile.

She stared at the commander for a few moments, and then chuckled. She was surprised. The man had a sense of humor.

His grin widened at her laughs. He held up his hand.

"Come down" he said, "I would like to speak to you".

She looked down. He had Magnus standing placidly next to his own horse. Her odd-looking horse was chewing on a piece of apple very contentedly. Too contentedly for her opinion. She had trained him to only let people she led to him approach him alone.

She hopped down onto a branch above his head, then down to the ground in front of Magnus. He snorted slightly at her fast movements.

"You deserved that and you know it" she said to his appearance of surprise. Grabbing his neck, she hauled herself quickly up into the saddle. Her shoulder was still a little sore from her overenthusiastic show of fixing it. It had been worth seeing the knights' faces when she did it though.

Having grabbed the reins and adjusted her seat on the gigantic stallion, she looked to Arthur.

"Lead on, Commander" she said, more than slightly formal.

He acknowledged her with a grave nod, a corner of his mouth quirked at the memory of her talking to her horse just moments ago.

Arthur nudged his horse out along the dirt road along the inner wall. Before he could say anything, she was right alongside of him on the road.

As they settled into a comfortable pace, Damara turned her head to Arthur.

"So, you wished to discuss something with me?" she said in a dignified tone.

"Yes", he said, staring at her just as levelly "You have been accepted as guests at Hadrian's wall, but we do not know your intentions, or why exactly you have come to Britain. As I am the commander of this outpost, I need to know in order to be able to accept you and your charges". He stated this as if Damara was just going to have to be entirely trusting in him and reticent to all of his orders.

"Well, then, aren't you just straight to the point" Damara said, a not a bit taken aback. She had been expecting this. It had been bound to come sooner of later.

"Milady, I need to know this, and if you believe that not telling me your mission is what you believe needs to be done, then I believe that you can only stay at Hadrian's wall for the duration of the night. After that, you must find lodgings somewhere else, Milady".

"Well, if you feel the need to know, I was searching for something that I…lost. Something I lost a long time ago, something that I need to locate soon." Damara said, trying to not think upon the fact that her sister had been with them for only a fortnight when the Romans had burst in upon them.

"Milady, I thought you said that I was the one who was not so straightforward." Arthur said with a slight grin.

Damara did not smile back.

"Commander" she said in a cold, rigid tone, "This is a matter to be dealt with only by me, an emissary of the Amazon nation. I cannot permit myself to divulge any part of my mission to a party outside that of the Amazon nation". She paused for breath, looking Arthur straight in the eye as she gathered her reins.

"Especially not to a Roman".

With that she turned Magnus and dug her heels into his sides, making him jump out into a fast paced canter, carrying Damara away from the stunned and confused Commander Arturius.

Magnus had obviously not been exercised well enough while under the Romans' hands. He was full of energy, so Damara decided to let him have his head. She let go of her incredibly tight grip of the reins, allowing Magnus to really stretch out and run to his heart's content. Hooves pounding the dirt, they picked up speed until Damara felt as though she was flying. She passed Roman soldiers marching in formation, not to sorry when Magnus sprayed them with mud he stirred up under his hooves.

Their indignant cries of outrage and sputterings gave Damara a whole new look on the day. Everything seemed brighter now, better. Laughing, she encouraged Magnus to even greater speeds and sped off along the roadway.

AN

Sorry, I know waaaay to short for such a long absence but I've just been so god-awfully busy. Please forgive me :(