A/N: Thanks to those who reviewed! I hope you all enjoy this! This is the morning following the last chapter.

Shyare woke up very stiffly. She cracked her back before stumbling to her feet in a tired fashion. Noticing the children and Achilles were already out of the room, she forced herself to the dresser to find clothing. She changed into her favorite tan breeches after pulling off the now wrinkled dress. After a moments thought, she chose her navy blue tunic. Shyare reached for her hair that she had let loose the night before. To her horror, she reached back, and grabbed nothing but air.

Shyare looked into the water bowl on the dresser to see all of her chair chopped to about her chin, all except her six or seven dreadlocks that hung to her waist. She sniffed and gingerly touched the area where her long beautiful hair had been. Shyare suddenly let out a blood curdling scream that could've awakened the dead.She had lost it. Her sanity was gone. She angrily turned to the wall where all of her weapons were hung. They were gone. Her bows and arrows as well. She would just have to make do with her knife and dagger that she'd fallen asleep with on her last night.

Shyare yanked open the door and stumbled out into the hall. She stubbed her toes on the way down the steps, realizing she had forgotten to put on boots. She headed towards the practice yard furiously. She saw Gawain and Galahad dueling. Bors and Dagonet were wrestling on the ground. Arthur and Lancelot were in a duel as well, she stalked towards him, knife and dagger in hand.

Tristan now saw her and quickly pushed himself off of the wooden fence. He stepped in her path. His calmly pushed her hands down to her sides. For once she was speechless. She looked past Tristan to see Lancelot cowering behind Dagonet's large figure. Gawain cautiously walked up to her.

"Shyare," her brother started very slowly, not wanting to add to her anger, "I was the one that took your weapons." he saw her eyes become very wide, her knuckles white from gripping her knife, "I saw your hair this morning when I went in to wake you up and couldn't let you kill Lancelot!" he finished quickly, running to hide behind Dagonet as well. The gentle giant rolled his eyes.

"Tristan," she warned in a low growl, "Get out of my way."

"No," he said firmly.

Before she could get another word in she felt a metal cuff around her left wrist. She desperately pulled against Arthur's strong grasp, he was heading for Lancelot. The once curly haired knight tried to make a run for it, but Dagonet grabbed the back of his shirt. His right hand was now in a cuff as well. He looked with wide eyes at the angry woman. She made a 'tsk tsk' noise and raised her knife, but Arthur quickly grabbed it and her dagger. She scowled at him. Lancelot let out a sigh of relief.

"You two will stay attached until you can learn to stop fighting," Arthur yelled at them, as if he were the parent.

Lancelot kicked the dirt with his boot, not looking at his friend. Shyare suddenly headed across the practice yard, pulling Lancelot with her. He didn't bother trying to stop her. She made her way up the steps. As she reached the knight's corridor, Achilles trotted up to her. Lancelot let out a yelp and moved behind Shyare. She rolled her eyes and pushed him away, forgetting the cuffs, she half landed on him as he fell.

She let out a huff and pushed herself off him, Lancelot followed her as she walked to her door. She opened it and heard Lancelot snicker.

"And what is so funny?" she asked, viciously turning on him.

He stopped immediately, looking down at her. Suddenly, not afraid, he smiled down at her, "I finally get you in my bed tonight."

Shyare suddenly had a look of disbelief on her face, she dropped her jaw. Finally after a moment, she snapped out of it and punched him on the shoulder.

"That hurt!" he whined.

"Really?" she asked in a sweet voice, "Are you going to cry?"

Lancelot narrowed his eyes and scowled. He watched Shyare as she rummaged through her drawer. She smiled and pulled out a small flask, taking a swig of it. She then capped it and set it back there. Lancelot couldn't help it, he didn't care how she'd respond, he pushed her against the wall and kissed her...

A/N: Dun, dun, dun... How will Shyare react? Sorry for the cliffy folks. I hope everyone enjoys this! I'll try to update soon! Please review! No flames!