Title: Green Pastures
Author: Kaye
Fandom: Realm of Tortall
Pairing: Jon/Thayet
Theme: 25 (fence)
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: No, I don't own this, or any fandom
Summary: Thayet regrets her actions.

Thayet looked out into the pasture, watching the horses graze. She gave a heavy sigh and buried her face into the crooks of her arms. She loved Tortall. Loved everything about it: from it's newly crowned king to itís various landscapes. It was sad that she felt like she had to be leaving.

She knew she had offended him with her rash action, she just knew it. Even in a kingdom where a woman was the King's Champion, such a bold action was surely considered rude. Especially if his reaction to it was any indication.

She didn't know what had come over her when she had leaned forward and kissed him square on the lips for the briefest of moments. They had merely been talking, bantering really, while on their way to lunch and without a second thought, to shut him up her lips had crashed over his. Thayet blushed. It had been her first kiss, though not Jonís. And she knew she had made a mess out of it. Utterly embarrassed herself.

Alanna may have faith that Jon loved her, and wanted to marry her, but he most assuredly did not a woman who could not restrain herself in a lady like manner. To top it off, she was sure she had been awful at it. Absolutely awful.

Thayet sighed again, so lost in her thoughts that she didnít notice the man approaching her until he was next to her, his hand resting comfortably on her forearm. At the touch she jumped, looking up at the king of Tortall, and his bright blue eyes. She knew a blush rose up onto her ivory cheeks and she tried in vain to hide the red staining her normally pale skin.

"Jon?" His name was nothing but a whisper as it escaped her lips.

He was silent as he turned to look out over the pasture; leaning against the fence that Thayet had found refuge in. His hand kept on her forearm though, and Thayet felt uncomfortable at the touch, but did not dare ask him to remove it.

Jon was silent for a moment and Thayet had finally begun to relax, wondering if she had perhaps dreamt up the whole thing, kiss and everything.

"You ride, correct?" His voice made her jump and swing her head to him. She was hesitant in answering him but he had continued on anyway. "Maybe tomorrow we could ride. I'm sure Stefan, our holster, could find you a horse to ride. I suppose being kept in the castle must be boring for you."

"No, no, not at all." Thayet spoke without hesitation still looking at him. "A ride sounds lovely."

Jon merely nodded, a small smile gracing his lips. "A ride it is."

Thayet never noticed his hand slip into hers, lacing together with her fingers. She was too caught up in leaning against the fence with Jon, looking over the pasture, staying in silence with the king of the country she was not going to run away from.

Fin