A/N: I hope everyone enjoys the chappy! It starts directly after the last. :D I apologize for the long wait. School has been absolutely hectic! Remember, this starts immediately after the end of the last chapter! Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed! You have no idea how much I appreciate your kind words!

Shyare and Lancelot made their way into the tavern, still chained together. She immediately spotted Gebann and Tadg in the cloud of dirt as they rolled across the floor. Danu sat on the bar stool, talking to Vanora. The redhead had the biggest grin imaginable on her face when she spotted Shyare and Lancelot. Shyare quickly frowned, what had Danu said?

"So," Vanora began, still smiling as she cleaned out a pitcher, not even noticing Shyare's new hair-do, "You and Lancelot?"

"What?" they asked simultaneously, looks of shock on their face.

"Danu asked why Lancelot 'pushed Shyare against a wall and seemed to suck her face off'," she said, repeating Danu's words exactly, the small child nodding to her every word.

"Umm..." Shyare stuttered, finally pointing to Lancelot saying, "It was his fault!"

"Mine?" he asked incredulously, as if she had started the entire scene.

"I believe you were the one that kissed me," she yelled, jabbing a finger in his chest, "I happen to love someone else!" her ranting suddenly stopped. She had just said her actual feelings aloud.

Lancelot grinned and pulled her into another heated kiss, thinking she was referring to him. The dark knight always hearing only what he wanted to. Loud 'eeeewws' came from the crowd of children. Shyare glared at him and shoved him away. He fell to the ground, dust rising around him, unfortunately she forgot the cuffs and fell on top of him. She also didn't realize that Tristan had witnessed the entire scene. Lancelot and Shyare were now engulfed in dirt, they rolled along the ground fighting.

The children had created a circle around them, screaming "Fight!" It seemed like a simple quarrel at the playground. They were all encouraging the violence. Many of the girls rooting for Shyare, the boys cheering on Lancelot. Even the twins had stopped their own wrestling to watch. Their faces were smudged with dirt. Tristan shook his head and sat down to watch, his face seeming void of emotion, but inwardly smiling to himself. She loved him.

A few minutes later, and all of the knights were there observing. The cloud finally settled, everyone waited anxiously to see who had one. They were shocked to see Lancelot pinning Shyare to the ground.

"Go Lancelot!" Galahad yelled, "I knew he would win," he added to Gawain.

Gawain scowled and punched him in the shoulder. The younger man winced. Shyare looked up after she heard it, she simply smirked. Lancelot, thinking it was over, leaned down to kiss her as if he had won his prize. He was abruptly stopped when kneed in a sensitive place. Shyare, unfortunately, was not expecting him to collapse on her. Her eyes widened when he fell. Not anticipating the weight, the wind was knocked from her.

"A little help, please," she wheezed, her attempts to rid herself of Lancelot not working.

Dagonet finally snapped to his senses and pulled the now beaten knight off of her. He helped her sit up as she caught her breath. Lancelot sat up as well. Both looked up at a vividly angry commander. His arms were crossed. Both knights laughed nervously, thinking he might not take it against them. His frowned simply turned into a scowl. He roughly lifted Shyare off the ground, Lancelot following. Grabbing her ear like she was a child, he pulled her out of the tavern, Lancelot forced to follow. Her repeated 'ow' echoing in the halls, as she cowered in pain.

He finally stopped when they reached the fortress hall. He then roughly placed her in a seat. Fuming with anger, he still wouldn't speak. Shyare and Lancelot exchanged worried looks. Arthur took in a deep breath, finally ready to talk.

"This is unacceptable!" he roared, "I regret accepting your offer Shyare! I would send you to Rome in chains, but I have already been informed that you are not welcomed there." Shyare happily said 'yes' and perked up instantly, "So much," Arthur continued, trying to get his point through, "That they won't even accept you for prison time!"

"They won't even take her for prison?" Lancelot asked with a laugh.

Arthur was breathing heavily, "They say she is too much of a trouble, and hope I can handle the situation. They suggest I execute her now," Shyare had to laugh at this, Arthur rolled his eyes, adding "It was in all seriousness."

"Well," Shyare piped in, "look at the bright side. You have a good fighter!"

"A good fighter?" he repeated in a bewildered state, "You may be that, but against my own men! I'd send you packing if you were not Gawain's sister."

"Arthur!" Lancelot said angrily, standing up for Shyare. His friend had passed that fine line of lecture and insult, "Shyare is a good fighter. No, not good, a brilliant fighter. You should consider yourself lucky!"

Shyare hid her smile from Lancelot, she never thought she'd see the day when he'd stand up for her.

"She is a liability," Arthur corrected in a low voice, "But I will let her stay since she's created attachments," he finished, giving Shyare a pointed look.

Her mouth dropped. There was no way he knew, unless someone had seen them. Lancelot looked towards her, wondering what she had done. Maybe there was more to her story that she hadn't told the knights.

Arthur interrupted his friend's thoughts, "Which leads me to our next topic...Shyare, Tristan has given me a certain amount of information about the two of you."

Shyare's eyes widened. He wouldn't talk of this infront of Lancelot, the man who couldn't keep a secret. Or would he?

A/N: All right! I'm leaving it here! Please review! No flames, I won't read them. Sorry for the cliffy, by the way. :D