Shyare began to scowl to herself. She did not want to be stuck to Tristan. She could feel herself pulled up tightly against his chest. She was practically in his lap. His hands were around her waiste, with the reins in them. They settled themselves in Shyare's lap. Before she could make another remark, she saw the wall come into view. Shyare looked back towards Tristan.
"Is this our destination?" she asked.
Tristan nodded and made his horse speed up to release his anger and frustration. This was the last woman he wanted to spend his time cuffed to, yet they were. After everyone was within the fortress's wall, Tristan jumped off his horse, holding his hand out to help Shyare off. She ignored the offer and jumped herself. After quickly greeting Achilles, Shyare pulled Tristan to Alexander. She handed him two bags and grabbed the other four. She gave Gawain a look as if asking if Jols was to be trusted with her horse. He nodded. She gave Jols a smile and handed the steed over.
"Where's your room?" she asked impatiently while suddenly turning to Tristan.
"Why?" Tristan asked.
"To drop off my belongings," she said, "my quarters won't be ready for two days at the least. Besides, I have no idea how long I'll be attatched to you."
Instead of responding, he pulled her towards a staircase and to a long corridor. He stopped and opened the sixth door on the right. As they walked in the room, Tristan and Shyare dropped the bags in an empty corner. Shyare kneeled down, bringing Tristan to his knees, she began to organize her things into piles. Tristan saw eight different swords, six unique knives, ten bows of unique style, and at least thirty small throwing daggers. She then brought out a few bottles of alchohol and some clothing. He noticed there were no dresses.
"Do you know how to use all of these weapons?" he inquired.
"We've been through this, yes," she replied, almost tiredly.
"I need to take a bath," Tristan said.
"Why do you tell me? I'm letting you know right now, I won't assist you," Shyare said.
"I'll order the water and bin," he said, "I just wanted to know if you'd like one as well."
"Well, thank you," Shyare said.
Shyare was roughly pulled out of the room and into the hallway. Tristan gave the requests to a young maid, when she was pulled abruptly into the room again. Tristan sat on the bed and removed his boots, Shyare did the same. The bathing water and bins came moments later.
"How's this going to work?" Shyare asked.
"Get undressed," he commanded, " I'll turn the other way," with that he turned his back to her.
Shyare quickly unlaced her tunic and threw off the undershirt. She slid her breeches and underbreeches off. Shyare lowered herself into the water and dunked her head. She made sure there was no dirt left and tried to reach for new clothes, which happed to be out of her reach.
"Tristan?" she asked.
"Hmm?" he responded, sounding more like a grunt.
"Can you move towards me?" she asked.
"What?" he said.
"I can't reach my clothes!" she explained while standing up.
Tristan stood as well, he heard the water dripping from her. As he stepped backwards, he slipped on the slippery stone floor. He fell into Shyare's wash bin, when she was suddenly pulled down as well. Tristan found himself with a naked woman in his lap. They were both struggling to get out and away from each other, when the wooden sides of the tub broke off. Water went pouring across the floor. When Tristan finally got up, he pulled Shyare to him. She tried to cross her arms, but Tristan's hand came in contact with her breast, both pulled away. Tristan carefully went to his chest of drawers and shoved an extremely lare tunic over Shyare's head and arms. Shyare went as quickly as possible to her weapons, and half slipped, Tristan caught her around the middle. Tristan grabbed the bows and knives as Shyare grabbed the swords and some of the daggers. The only reason he helped her, was because he knew how much weapons meant to their owners, almost like they were their children. They picked up the rest of her belongings and set them on the bed. Shyare grabbed a set of semi-dry under breeches and shoved them on.
"Do you havea pair of breeches?" she asked while surveying the room, running a hand through her wet locks.
Tristan handed her a forest green pair, which she shoved on immediately. Suddenly the room's door burst open, revealing Arthur and Lancelot. Both Shyare and Tristan had scowls on their faces, Tristan's less noticable. Lancelot gave Tristan a smirk.
"So, you caught the wild one?" Lancelot asked.
"Shut up, Lancelot," Shyare said, "Do you ever want to touch women?"
Lancelot gulped and instantly shut his mouth, as he noticed Shyare lift a dagger. "We'll have it cleaned up by tonight," Arthur said, "I don't think I want to know what really happened," Arthur said quietly to Lancelot while leaving the room, shutting the door.
After seeing Shyare struggle to tie a rope around her waiste with one hand, Tristan warpped his arm around her to finish the task. Shyare took a dagger and a knife, placing the knife in her "belt" and kept one in her hand. She looked towards Tristan.
"You still need a bath," she said while turning around.
"I suppose so," he replied.
Shyare walked to the drawers and pulled out all the clothing nescessites Tristan would need after bathing.
"I don't want to go through this again," Shyare said while turning away from Tristan.
Tristan took off all his clothing, which happened to be soaked. He settled in the tub. He quickly dunked his head and scrubbed his body as quickly as possible, still trying to be thorough. He stepped out, Shyare handed over each article of clothing. The two left the room, boots in hand. After escaping the water, the shoved the boots on, Shyare shoveda dagger in her left one.
"Where to?" Shyare asked.
"I'll give you a tour and then we'll head to the tavern," he replied while leading her down the steps.
The first place was the armoury and practice arena, in which the two saw Bors's bastards rough housing. Then it was to the courtyard in which Shyare thought was dreary and boring, wanting to leave immediately. The last stop was the stables. Shyare checked overAlexander quickly. She then made sure Achilles was comfortable in the area. She whispered something in his ear so softly, even Tristan's sharp ears could not hear it. They then left, the sun was just setting as the entered the tavern. Gawain called Shyare to him. She and Tristan joined the other knights. Shyare asked for a mug of ale. By her fourth mug, Tristan was supporting her. What she did not realize, was that Galahad had asked the barmaids to pour some wine into her ale, to make her drunk.
Tristan was equally as drunk when he got up to leave for his room. Shyare was passed out beside him. He lifted her by the waist and threw her over his right shoulder. He headed unbalancedly towards his room. Shyare began to stir as he almost dropped her while climbing the steps.
"What do you think you're doin'?" she mumbled with a slur.
Slurring his words as well, Tristan replied, "Taking you to bed."
Tristan kicked open his door to find a clean, dry room. Shyare's weapons and other belongings were still scattered on the bed. Tristan one handedly set them on the floor in the corner once again. He set Shyare on the bed. Both removed their boots. Tristan threw his tunic on the chair. Shyare pulled off her breeches from the knee length tunic. Tristan went towards the wall and Shyare on the open edge. She tried to lay on her stomach, but her arm was pulled behind her back. She then layed on her side, but was forced to contact Tristan. She layed on her back in a huff. Tristan crossed his arm over his chest when Shyare pulled her hand away.
"This isn't working," Shyare complained.
"I know," he replied while turning on his side to face her.
"What do we do?" she asked.
Instead of answering, Tristan layed on his back again and ingnored her. Shyare silently fell asleep minutes later. Tristan shortly followed. About two hours later, Tristan found himself without bedding, and Shyare snuggly wrapped in them. He forcefully tugged half of them back when he recieved a kick in reply. He let them go immediately.
A/N: I'm sorry this took so long! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Thanks for all of the reviews, I hope to recieve more!
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Wanderer of the Roads: Its alright that you missed my last chapter, don't worry about it. I wanted to make Shyare seem like Captain Jack Sparrow, I have a thing for pirates and knights lol! I needed her to stay with them, just a better excuse! I'm happy you enjoyed the duel! I had to make Tristan kiss her, it was just too tempting! I have to say, I kind of based parts off me, like being dangerous to wake up. I want Arthur to seem kind of bossy, maybe he'll warm up, I'm not sure. I have to say, I think my favourite part was Lancelot and Shyare pushing each other off horses! I'll try to update soon, school keeps getting in my way. My goal is to update at least once a week!