The Meeting
Author: Samantha Worthington
Summary: This is a King Arthur fanfic. Galahad/OC. Galahad and the rest of the knights are on their way home to Sarmatia, after years of service to Rome. On their journey, they meet a group of Egyptian soldiers. Galahad falls in love with the General of this army. This is a three part fic. Thanks to I Fancy Hugh Dancy for the inspiration for this story! P.S, this is the first fic that I have let anyone read, so please take it easy on me!:0)
Rating: E for now. It will change eventually! Feedback is greatly appreciated!
Character list:
Galahad
Arthur
Tristan
Lancelot
Guinevere
Bors
Akil - meaning intelligent in Egyptian
Vanora
Katherine
Badru - meaning born under the full moon
Nailah - meaning successful
Mukamutara - meaning daughter of Mutara
Chapter 7
"Now where'd ye disappear to laddie?" Bors asked giving Galahad a questioning look as he rejoined the party.
"Nailah was in need of some fresh air, I accompanied her on a walk." The young knight replied. Bors laughed and elbowed him.
"She's really got a hold on ya, hasn't she?" Galahads response was a grin, "Ah, reminds me of Vanora and me when we where young!" Bors got lost in his thoughts and in the ale. It had been so long ago that he sent Vanora and their eleven children back to Sarmatia for safety's sake. How he longed to be with them again!
As he sat chatting with Bors and eventually Tristan, he watched Nailah weave her way through the crowd, talking with people here and there, occasionally getting pulled out into the dancing crowd by a drunken soldier or peasant, laughing the whole time.
God he loved her smile!
"Galahad! Come, the ante is growing, show these folks how it is done!" Lancelot replied, slapping his friend on the back.
Galahad tore his eyes off of Nailah and looked up at his friend wearily.
"Don't give me that look boy, come, we're having a wonderful time out there!"
"I was having a wonderful time in here!" He muttered to himself, but he pushed himself away from the table and walked to the door with Lancelot.
Arthur and Guinevere had joined in the games as well. Guinevere having bested Arthur twice now, barely nipping his dagger which had just grazed the bulls eye mark. Leaving Galahad to face off against her.
"Milady, I truly am sorry to have to end your reign so quickly!" He replied, taking up his position behind the throwing line. With a quick flick of his wrist, the dagger flew through the air and hit the target dead on!
"Well, that's going to be difficult to beat!" Guinevere replied with a smirk. Her dagger landed next to Galahads resulting in a draw.
Galahad had taken up the throwing position again, not having noticed that Nailah had joined the crowd of onlookers. Just as he was about to throw, she stepped up behind him and blew softly in his ear. Releasing the dagger before he had time to recuperate from the surprise, it whizzed past the tree!
"Guinevere, no cheating…!" He trailed off as he saw Nailah, not Guinevere standing behind him, grinning wickedly.
"Well done Sir Galahad, well done!" She teased.
"Why you…" He grinned evilly and made after Nailah, who gave Guinevere a wink and took off through the crowd giggling, Galahad hot on her heels.
After a few minutes, she glanced over her shoulder to see how close he actually was to her, but to her surprise, he had vanished. Stopping in her tracks, she turned, eyes scowering the darkness.
Just as she was about to call his name, she felt arms wrap around her bare waist and lift her off of her feet. Galahads breath was hot in her ear, "That was not fair milady!" He spun her around to face him, she grinned up at him.
"I am sorry dear Galahad, I could not resist!"
He raised a hand to her face, brushing her cheek lightly with the back of his hand. Her heart leaped as he leaned into her. She felt like putty in his arms as their lips met. She was amazed at how gentle his kiss was and the sensations that ran through her at his touch. She returned his kiss, only after her senses cleared a little.
Their hearts raced, pounding loudly in their ears. His lips brushed across her jaw and down to her neck, causing her to let out a small whimper. At the sound, he pulled her closer to him, recapturing her lips. This kiss deepened as she ran a hand threw his curly locks, then traced the side of his face gently bringing her hands to rest on his chest.
Suddenly Galahads conscious got the better of him and he broke the kiss, both of them gasping for air.
"I'm sorry, I,…we can't do this, not like this!" He replied rubbing a thumb across her cheek.
"I thought this was what you wanted?" She replied in a dejected whisper.
"Oh, how I do, I have wanted this moment since I first laid eyes on you! But not like this, not under the influence of ale and wine!" He admitted and apologized. Expecting her to storm off or even slap him, he was surprised when she reached up and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you!" She smiled, "A nobleman through and through! Come, walk me back to my tent. You are right, the wine and ale has gotten to us. Let us save this for another time!"
He was bewildered, had she wanted this affection as much as he wanted to give it? Was she saying that there was still a chance? His mind swirled with questions that his mouth would not and could not ask.
She linked her arm with is as they walked back to the encampment. They walked in silence, both replaying their intimate moment over and over in their minds eye.
Nailah broke the silence as they stopped outside of her tent. "Um, thank you for a wonderful night!" She smiled, a little uneasily.
"Your quite welcome, it was a pleasure!" His smile was as uneasy as Nailah's.
"Well, good night my dear knight! Until tomorrow!"
Galahad took her hand and gently kissed her knuckles, "Until tomorrow, my sweet Nailah!"
He couldn't wipe the smile off of his face as he walked back to camp. MOst of the party goers had turned in for the night, but there where still a few lingering around the fires.
"And what brings such a smile to thine face?" Guinevere quirked as Galahad's form passed by the fire.
Startled at the sound of her voice, he gazed at her silhouette, silently cursing her Woad stealth. "Nothing!" He replied, wanting to just get back to his tent t revel in his thoughts.
"Nothing!" She repeated skeptically.
"The festivities this evening, it was a welcome change. It helped to ease my mind from unfortunate memories!"
"Yes, a welcome change indeed! Especially seeing such a positive change in your countenance. You know how you've made us worry, don't you?" She replied
'Uh oh, here comes mother hen again!' He thought to himself.
Seeing his slight flinch, she cut her lecture short. "Good night Galahad! Pleasant dreams!" She smiled as she made her way to her and Arthurs tent.
"And to you milady!" He replied.
Galahad lay on his bed, hands resting behind his head, the smile permantly plastered on his face. He remembered the feel of Nailah's lips on his, so soft and the taste of wine still lingered on them. And the way she returned his embrace and his kiss so freely. The thoughts of her where driving him mad! How he wanted her so!
Soon sleep took over and his eyes closed, drifting into a deep sleep filled with images of his sweet Nailah!