A small part of Bella felt guilty seeing the constant frown on Galahad's face; she got over that quickly though. After all, he was the one being difficult. Two weeks of rubbing a secret admirer in his face and nothing. It wasn't as if she thought they should get married or anything, but what was the harm in getting to know each other. Perhaps the feelings were only physical and they'd find that they didn't have true feelings for each other, but that obstinate man didn't even want to see. The whole 'you're too good for me' garbage was enough to make her want to slap him.

Galahad finished washing his face as Annie cleaned his rooms. Annie was a cheerful girl who was quite smitten with Lancelot. "Do you think I should shave Annie?"

The blonde girl looked over at him. "I think yer quite handsome as ya are Sir Galahad." She said honestly. "Are ye tryin to catch someone's eyes maybe?" Annie grinned. Everyone knew he was taken with Bella, and she like everyone else didn't understand why he hadn't made a move on the newcomer. It was obvious she was just as taken with him.

Galahad stared at himself in the looking glass. "No. No one in particular." He sighed. He knew he'd ruined any chance he might've had with Arabella.

"Oh, I was thinking you might be trying to catch the attention of Helga the laundress." She teased.

This caused Galahad to start laughing and the two left his chambers; he in search of breakfast and she on to the next room.

Bella was on her way down to the kitchens when she happened to see Galahad and one of the serving wenches exiting his rooms. Galahad was grinning and he smacked the other girl on the bottom. Fury raged through Arabella and for a moment she considered going back into her chambers. In order to get to the kitchens she'd have to walk right past them. Instead of hiding as her first instincts told her to Bella squared her shoulders and walked past them with her chin in the air. The nerve of the man! Telling her he wasn't good enough! Oh, but he could happily rut around with whores like a…like a….like a pig! That's exactly what he was, a pig!

"Good morning Bella." He told her with a smile.

"I'm sure it was for some of us!" She snapped and strode past him.

Galahad frowned. What was that about? "Are you well?" he asked following after her.

"Am I well?" she muttered. "Am I well?" Bella narrowed her eyes at him and then kept moving. "Chiede se sono bene? Non sono ovviamente donna abbastanza per lui! Preferisce ovviamente i wenches biondi! Indennità buona! È giusto un figlio di un maiale fangoso!" (He asks if I'm well? Obviously I am not woman enough for him! Obviously he prefers blonde wenches! Well fine! He's just a son of a muddy pig!)

Galahad winced as her voice rose as she spewed the foreign words angrily. He didn't know what she was saying, but whatever it was there was nothing pleasant about it. The woman was mad and he had no idea why. It was also obvious that her ire was directed towards him. He reached out and captured her arm, effectively stopping her from moving. "Why do I get the feeling you're directing that at me and it isn't particularly flattering?"

Her eyes were glittering with her anger and her cheeks were flushed. "You are a swine! Spouting off nonsense to me, and it is all lies! You are worse than a swine, you are a ….a….a…an imbecile!" She shoved him away from her person and stalked off still muttering in Italian under her breath.

"What was that all about?" he murmured in a daze.

"I think she saw us leaving yer chambers and was thinking things were happening that tweren't happening." Annie told him from where she still stood behind him silently watching.

Galahad paled. "Oh good grief." Sighing he made his way down the hallway and headed towards the loud clattering coming from the kitchens. He met up with Vanora, Gawain, and Lancelot standing outside of the doorway. "I take it Arabella is inside?"

"Would you be the one who upset that girl?" Vanora frowned at him.

"She was muttering some of the most attractive phrases." Lancelot murmured. "In her tongue and our own."

Gawain laughed. "Whatever did you do?"

Galahad gave his friends a brief explanation on what Annie thought it was. Vanora shook her head at him in disgust and walked away. "What? I've never touched the wench! Ever!"

Gawain chuckled. "You're being an idiot Galahad. The woman is mad for you and you sit back and wait for someone else to snap her up from under you." The blonde man sauntered away before his friend could reply.

Lancelot stood silently watching the emotions flit across the younger man's face. "If I were you I'd go in there and let her know nothing happened between you and the serving wench."

Galahad took a breath and headed into the kitchen. It was wrecked. Bella saw him and her eyes narrowed even further. "Bella…"

She flung the mug she'd been holding at him and he managed to duck just in time. It hit the wall behind him with a crash of breaking pottery. Bella picked up a wooden spoon and threw that next. Now it was Galahad's turn to narrow his eyes and he made his way towards her managing to avoid everything she tossed at him. Once he got to her he grabbed her by both arms and shook her. "Bella!" he roared.

Bella looked up into his angry blue eyes. She stopped moving almost instantly. "Let me go!"

"I don't think so." He snapped. "Nothing happened with Annie!"

"I don't know who Annie is and I don't care!" she cried.

"Annie happens to be the blonde girl who cleans my rooms. The girl you saw coming out of my room. The girl who is head over heels for Lancelot. And I would say it's quite obvious by your temper tantrum that you do care!"

"I think you're an idiot!" Bella was so angry tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. Anger and frustration warred inside.

Her chest heaved with her heavy breaths, and her face and neck were lightly pink and flushed. Galahad pulled her tightly against him and pressed his lips to hers. At first she stayed rigid against him, but it wasn't long until her arms wound around his neck. His hands relaxed from their grip and wrapped around her waist pulling her even closer. Her mouth moved against his and they spent long moments tasting each other and exploring each other's mouths. Galahad's mouth moved down the column of her neck eliciting a gasp from her as she leaned her head back to give him better access. Bella's fingers played in the curls at his neck and one hand buried itself in his hair completely.

He lost himself in her and they staggered. Her back bumped into the table and Galahad lifted her to where she was sitting on the sturdy furniture. Hindered by her skirts Bella was finally able to wrap her ankles around his legs and pulled him closer. She was almost lying on the table with him on top of her. Bella's hands itched to remove the linen shirt he was wearing. His whiskers scraped against her soft flesh and Bella relished the feeling. This was what her mother had told her about when teaching her about making love and passion.

Galahad came back to himself first. Good gods, he'd been about to take her on the kitchen table! He straightened quickly making sure to pull her up more gently. "My apologies."

"Oh Good Lord!" she muttered. "What are you apologizing for? I enjoyed every minute! I would have kept enjoying every minute if you hadn't stopped."

"It is unseemly to take a lady in the kitchen Bella." He murmured slowly rubbing his hand along her cheek. She leaned into the caress almost like a cat when it's being petted. "I didn't mean to imply I regretted, nor enjoyed it. I enjoyed it very much."

"Oh. Well. Okay then."

"Come, let me help you clean up this mess, and then perhaps we can spend some time together today. That is unless you've made other plans." He told her from beneath a hooded gaze.

"No. I don't have any other plans." She murmured.

"Good."