A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chappy. I'm sorry about the cliff hanger in the last chapter. This starts immediately after the last chapter. I want to thank all those wonderful souls that reviewed!

"What information?" Shyare inquired slowly, trying to keep her temper from rising.

"About you and the scout," Arthur replied as if it were nothing to be concerned about.

"Personal?" Lancelot piped in, now very curious.

"Oh yes," said Arthur with a short bark of a laugh, "Shyare and Tristan are lovers."

Lancelot burst out laughing, thinking this was absurd. Those two were as different as day and night. How could the scout have won her over and not him? None of the barmaids went to Tristan, they avoided him at all costs. This must be a jest.

Shyare sunk down into her seat. A heavy blush forming on her face. She closed her eyes, trying to block out Lancelot's laughter.

"You're jesting!" he accused Arthur, the laughter fading into chuckles.

"No, I'm not," his friend said, all seriousness.

"Shyare? Is this true?" Lancelot asked, the point sinking in.

She didn't look at him. She stared intently at her lap. His mouth formed an 'o'. Thinking back to the yelling fit earlier, he suddenly replayed the words in his head. She loved the scout, not him.

"Tristan told you?" she asked quietly.

"Yes," Arthur confirmed, "He said he didn't feel right hiding this from me."

She nodded, finally adding with a sigh, "I didn't either."

"Would you have told me?" her commander asked suddenly, trying to know if his newest knight was trustworthy.

"You chained me to him," she said pointing to Lancelot, who was admiring at his reflection in the glass of wine, "I was going to tell you today, but this happened," she added while indicating her new hair cut.

Arthur looked at her in suspicion. She narrowed her eyes and stood up.

"I may be a lot of things," she said loudly, more passion than he had heard from her before, "But I am not a cheater, a liar, or a coward."

"Sit down," he said softly. She refused and still stood, he continued to talk, "I believe you may want to inform the rest of the knights of your new connection with Tristan."

"And what if Tristan doesn't?" she asked stubbornly.

"He has already agreed to it," her commander replied smugly, "And I suggest you break the news to Gawain quickly and run."

Shyare couldn't help but laugh. For the first time, she saw Arthur smile.

"I suppose I am free from that relationship rule?" she asked slowly.

"Yes," he said while sitting down.

"What about him?" Shyare inquired brightly, indicating to Lancelot who was still staring at his reflection.

"I suppose so," he said with a sigh, regretfully unlocking the chains.

Shyare grinned. Lancelot finally looked away from the glass of wine and jumped from his seat. He ran from the room. Suddenly stopping, he looked back at Shyare and his commander.

"I'm breaking the good news to Gawain!" he said brightly, sprinting off before Shyare could take it in.

"You may want to be saving your lover's neck," Arthur said with a laugh, breaking Shyare from her reverie.

She nodded and sprinted from the room as well. Arthur sat back down, satisfied with his break through with The Sea Thief.

A/N: So, will Shyare be able to stop Lancelot from breaking the news? Who will be injured in the next chapter? You must wait to find out! Please review! I won't read flames, so don't bother sending them.