Calliann: Ok, no more tears for you! This one won't make you cry, but hopefully you'll enjoy as well!
But I'm glad I'm able to make you cry when this is my intention! And thanks for helping me keep my knights "refreshed" is this hot weather!
MedievalWarriorPrincess: Thank you for your review, dear! It means a lot to me know that you're enjoying my pieces! And don't worry, I have no intention to stop write this pieces anytime soon!
Wanderer of the Roads: Last one was my best piece? Wow, I'm blushing here! Thank you, sweetie!
Title: Cold Bath
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: I own nothing or no one. Lancelot insists in having me in his arms because he wants; I'm not forcing him to anything!
Arthur and Galahad are resting from the great night we had; as you can see, they chose remain in my company as free men!
Author's Notes: English is not my native language and I'm still learning it; I'll be glad if you help me pointing at any error you find!
Any feedback will always be welcome, so please, let me know what you think!
KA100 Challenge #14:
Write a drabble based on the scene of the night in the woods before the battle on the icy lake.
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Guinevere was feeling warm, but that had nothing to do with the bath Fuliciana was giving her. Those brown eyes watching her had lighted a fire inside of her. And she felt colder when Lancelot turned away. He was brave, handsome, passionate, intense. Everything she always wanted and more. But he wasn't perfect. Lancelot had a single flaw. He wasn't the commander. He couldn't lead her people in battle. Letting the water wash away her desire, she sighed. For her people, she should forget about her own needs. For her people, she should extinguish that fire in the cold water.