Tristan awoke to find Shyare and him having their hands holding each other's. Shyare's free hand was over his chest, her head on his shoulder. His free hand was resting on her thigh, which was uncovered at the moment. Shyare's left leg was bent at the knee and on top of Tristan's. He then heard the door open, an angry Gawain was looking at them. Tristan quickly shoved Shyare away from him, finding himself pulled to the ground, landing on top of Shyare. Shyare had a deadly glare in her eye as she looked up at Tristan. They quickly untangled from each other. Tristan found himself being turned roughly around by Gawain. A heavy punch hit the area Shyare had heavily bruised two days ago. Tristan staggered for a moment and backed away. Gawain pointed his finger at Shyare. Shyare wasn't sure what this was about and looked at him angrily.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" he yelled, "You could get yourself with child!"
Shyare had her hands over her ears, "Not so loud!" she said "You're killing my head!"
"Are you an idiot?" her brother continued at the same volume, ingnoring her request.
"No, now what are you yelling at me about?" she asked calmly.
"I found you sleeping with him!" he said while keeping his voice raised and pointing at Tristan.
"Well, where else am I going to sleep?" she asked while holding the cuffed hands up.
"Why are you wearing his clothes?" he asked.
"Because mine were soaked yesterday when the tub broke durning my bath. You must have been to drunk to notice I was wearing these same clothes last night." she yelled as loud as Gawain with her temper rising.
It was now Tristan covering his ears as he stepped between the syblings.
"Let me explain," he said, "We came back last night and must have fallen asleep in the posistion."
Now Shyare was extremely confused. How the hell were they sleeping? She really didn't want to know at this point. She now noticed the rest of the knights were at the doorway, listening to the conversation. She then saw Galahad snickering something to Lancelot, in which he grinned to. She pulled Tristan along with her, to the pair's direction. She grabbed Galahad by his ear, as he cowered in pain.
"You! You're the one who put wine in my ale and gave me this bloody awful hang over!" she yelled.
She had a fist raised, when Tristan pulled her back. He then motioned Gawain to walk out the door.
"We will meet you all in the training fields after we have breakfast" he said while closing and locking the door.
Tristan and Shyare dressed quickly. He led her to the market for breakfast. A small boy was running a booth, selling a variety of fruits. Shyare carefully selected a ripe organge, Tristan picked an apple. Both paid a copper. Shyare gave the kid a thanks and a smile, Tristan ignored him. He began leading her down the main street, and then down an overgrown path, which she assumed led to the armoury. She then wondered what weapon she would practice with. She stopped suddenly and looked at Tristan.
"What will we practice with?" she inquired.
"Throwing knives," he stated while moving foward.
"I need to get my good throwing knife," she said while turning towards the area in which they came. Tristan grabbed her hand to stop her.
"Doyou want to get these off?" he asked while lifting the cuffs.
"Yes, what is the plan?" she asked impatiently, sensing a plan.
"We'll share the knives," he said simply.
"And what will that do?" she asked.
"It'll show Arthur we trust each other. You'll act as if you've never used a knife like mine," Shyare snorted, "And I'll act as if I've never used one like yours," he continued, ignoring her response.
"Fine," she said.
She was pulled through an overgrown hedge into a door. She followed Tristan inside and found her self entering through a door in the back of the armoury. She closed the door behind herself softly. She saw Gawain practicing with Galahad, a scowl still plastered on his face. Arthur and Lancelot were dueling each other, Lancelot waved with a smile, while narrowly ducking Arthur's swing, clearly aiming for his neck. Bors and Dagonet were surrounded by the bastards. They were fooling around, but Shyare believed they were trying to teach them how to properly hold a sword. The children looked at Shyare curiously, she sent them a warm smile. She was suddenly pulled by Tristan towards the archery targets. She was at least fifty paces away. Tristan asked to see her knife and she handed it over. He looked over it carefully, and flicked it at the target. It was dead center. Shyare was a bit nervous, she was not the best knife thrower, but she was determined to beat him. She held out her hand for his knife. He handed it over, she could have sworn she sensed reluctantcy. She tested its balance and eyed the target warily. Her left hand released the knife and she was surprised to see it in Tristan's hilt. She began jumping up and down happily. The knights stared at her, the children were whispering to each other. Lancelot and Galahad had dropped jaws. Tristan had a small, barely noticeable scowl.
"Where'd you learn to do that?" Galahad asked.
"Well, I'm not that great with long distance throwing," she replied, "that was a lucky shot."
"Well, nice job," Bors said while clapping her on the back.
Tristan pulled Shyare towards the target and grabbed the knives.
"I thought you were right handed," he said while looking ahead.
"I can use both if needed," she said.
"Are you coming to the tavern tonight?" Lancelot asked randomly.
"I suppose," she replied, "only if Galahad doesn't try to put wine in my ale," she continued, giving Galahad a pointed look.
Arthur strode up and unlocked the cuffs. Shyare and Tristan continued to stand next to each other, not wanting to seem as if they wanted to be apart so quickly.
"You will share a room tonight. Shyare's belonging will be moved to her own quarters tomorrow," Arthur said.
"Well, I'll see you later tonight," Shyare said with a wave.
"Where are you going?" Gawain asked.
"I need to cleanmy weapons," she said while heading towards the stairwell.
Tristan followed Shyare up the stairwell. As they reached the top, he pulled her into a kiss, forcing her against the wall. Shyare struggled to get away for a moment, but then sunk in. She felt possessed. After a few minutes of kissing, Tristan pulled away breaking off the kiss. They were both breathing heavily. Shyare felt as if her lips were on fire.
"What was that for?" she asked quietly.
"I wanted to see how you'd respond," he replied simply with a shrug.
"And...?" she continued, waiting for a different response.
Tristan pulled her into his room and shut the door. He turned away from her as she sat on the bed. He ran fingers through his hair. He turned again to stare at her.
"I don't know what you're doing to me," he said in frustration, "One moment you make me so angry, I want to strike you. Some moments you make me feel as if I should take you in my arms."
"You want to know something strange?" she asked.
"What?" he said, almost impatiently.
"I feel the same way around you," she said with a small smile.
A/N: How was this chapter? I'm happy for all of the reviews! I hope to receive more!
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