Hi! so I'm the Soul Meets Soul On Lovers Lip part of this co writing...here's my chapter in my Oc's view...Maurya is Vanora's younger sister and she's in love with Lancelot...Personality wise she's kind of like her sister sassy, outgoing, caring, hardworking...there will be a picture of what I picture her looking like on my profile so yeah (I always picture Vanora with brighter hair then she does in the movie, always seems to go better with her personality)

I do not own King Arthur or any of the sexy Knights in it (wish I did though..:(..)..I only own half the plot and Maurya..Just like Dementors Loving Kisses only owns Aislin and any character we make together...

Maurya's Affections...chapter 2

(Maurya's View)

I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck as his strong arm encircled my small frame, keeping me close to his larger one. He laid small kisses from the base of my neck trailing upward. His bearded chin tickling my flushing skin as he made his way up to my ear, before nipping my earlobe lightly; Causing shivers of pleasure to run down my spine. I sighed in contempt as his deep voice whispering my name..

"Maurya" I smiled loving the way my name fell from his lips; smooth like honey. I felt him shift and in an instant his warmth was replaced by the cold. I turned around confuse by the loss of his strong arms; my gaze searching for my beloved but he was nowhere to be seen. A hazy fog seemed to creep in around me, as I stood there in the open field, the wall looming over me from behind.

"Maurya" Once again my name whispered by the breeze caused my gaze to turned towards the dark forest in enough time to see my lover disappear within the shadows. The feelings of joy and pleasure faded from my body, longing and panic filled their place; as I called to him following him deeper into the dense forest. As I walked deeper into the fog it felt as if I was being lead by an imaginary force, which pulled me in the right direction.

"Maurya" My head snapped to the right and I squinted against the bluish fog seeing dark shapes in the distance. I walked closer to the figures, mentally calling to my beloved as the shadows danced around me. The dark shadows morphed forming people. One an old man looked familiar to me; my eyes widened when I realized who this man was. He was the leader of the Woads, he was Merlin. He was talking to the other figure though his words came out silent; who now appeared to be a young woman my age, with long black hair and pale skin. I felt a pull to this person as I gazed at her the feeling of familiarity coursed through me. Merlin's gaze shot over to me, his intense stare sent shivers down my spine.

"Tá d'am ag teacht Maurya. Tá na pleananna le haghaidh biotáille mór duit leanbh ach do anois dul ar ais chuig do lover agus aisling." His raspy voice called to me in a whisper before he faded into the shadowy fog. In his place my sweet Knight stood giving me his crooked smile; his strong arms reaching for me. His lips mouthed my name but no sound came from them.

"Maurya" Once again he whispers.

"Maurya" I sighed attempting to snuggle deeper into the warmth of my mat; feeling around for my thin blanket as a cool breeze replaced the warmth, willing the dream to return. I squeezed my eyes tighter together, trying to ignore the sounds and smells of consciousness and the sweet sound of laughter from below.

"Maurya! You silly girl, I've let you sleep far longer then I should. Now get up before I send the brood on you. Hurry up I need you down in the tavern." A soft powerful voice called to me. I opened one blue eye; meeting the identical ones of my sister as her head, barely visible could be seen peeking up from the stairs. She looked at me, a small smile had made its home on her beautiful face. Though she looked older then she was due to the weather and the stress of a mother, she was still beautiful. "Maurya I'm serious. Up girl or I may just have to slip to my lover about a certain knight in my little sister's dreams." Vanora teased before disappearing back down the stairs. "Okay you lot give her a few moments before you- GILLY leave your sister alone before I hang you by your ankles over the wall!" My sister screeched before her footsteps fade into the distance; the sounds of laughter following.

I lay there for a moment longer wondering the meaning of my dream. Who was the girl and what did the leader of the Woads want with her? My source of air leaving me brought me out of my thoughts. I laid there gasping before looking at the giggling lump thrown across my body. A head of wild brown hair and a round smudged, freckled face came into view causing a smile to stretch its way onto my face. The little girl, my niece; well one of my many nieces squealed loudly as I grabbed her around her tiny waste, my long fingers attacking her small sides.

"Maurya stop! Please Maurya stop! I give, I give." Six begged breathlessly. I stopped my attack and the both of us flopped back on my mat letting our heart beats slow. Six took multiple deep breaths giggling softly to herself as I lay there with my eyes closed, a smile upon my face. "Maurya?" Six questioned in her sweet innocent voice; a slight lisp could be heard with in it. I could feel her shifting, sitting with one small arm across my stomach; knees tucked under her. I could feel her soft gaze on my face, knowing her doey brown eyes would be filled with love and laughter.

"Hmm?" My head turned towards her.

"Will I be as pretty as you and Mama when I grow up?" I opened my eyes to look at her as her small fingers caressed my face. There wasn't a doubt in my mind that any of my sister's children would end up being good looking, but I could see it in little Six's eyes the innocence and even uncertainty. I didn't know where that came from. Even with 10 children and one on the way, Vanora prided herself in 3 things; her children, her lover and the Tavern. Her lover Bors to prided himself in his children. You wouldn't think it when you looked at the large beast of a man, with his loud mouth and rough appearance, and constant denying that he wants my sister and his children but he loved each one of his many bastards always finding time between missions for each one of them. I sat up, opening my arms to her. She smiled before crawling on to my lap, leaning against me as I encircled her in my larger frame holding her like a baby. I sat there for a moment taking in the warmth her little body gave off, caressing her smooth delicate face; pushing back a couple pieces of stray brown curls from her eyes before giving her a reply. Yes she would be a beauty, just like the rest of her sisters. Bors was going be beating boys off her with a stick.

"Yes little one you will as pretty as your Mama and me one day, maybe even prettier. Now come my little lamb, let's go help your mother-"

"Mama says Papa's coming home today!" She exclaimed interrupting me, something she rarely did often; though it didn't surprise me. Out of all my sister children 6 was the quietest. She was shy and spent most of her time following around her older sisters but when she was alone with me in the kitchen her little mouth never seem to close. I smiled at her before my eyes widened in shock. The Knights were coming home today. How could I have forgotten, especially when-? I gently pushed Six out of my lap before heading to my small trunk to fish out my nicer looking of my 3 dresses; making sure to avoid the thin blue one I usually wore. He was coming home today and I had forgotten; how that happened I couldn't even fathom but I was going to look my best for him when he came riding into the wall with the rest of the Knights even if he didn't take notice. I rolled my eyes, throwing my dress over my summer frock, I knew one knight that would notice and like my sister I could only take so much teasing and fake seduction. Sighing I grabbed the only thing left I had of my mother and the most valuable thing I owned; a small golden hairbrush. I ran it gently through my long red curls before looking in the tiny piece of glass that I had found. What I saw caused me to squeal slightly. How could I greet my Knight looking the way did.

"Maurya!" Vanora's loud voice carried from the Tavern to where one of her youngest and I sat. Only Vanora could raise her voice without yelling, something she inherited from my father. I looked back at the mirror and the small crack wash bowel with wanting before reluctantly heading down the small ladder that was meant to be stairs. My face would have to wait, Vanora needed me especially since the Knight were coming home; the Tavern would be crowded tonight. I could hear Six's little footsteps following mine before her tiny hand grabbed mine. I looked down to see her smiling up at me, her brown eyes filled with laughter and innocence as a wet rag hung dripping in her other small hand.

"Thank you Six", I leaned down to kiss her slightly dirty forehead before taking the rag and washing her round face. Her smile widened as I cleared the dirty from her face before running the rag slightly over mine. "There now we both look ready to greet the Knights. Come my little lamb let's find your mother and see what she wants us to do." I threw the rag into a large wash tub in the corner by the door before grabbing her small hand again and headed for the Tavern to follow through with Vanora's demands.

The Tavern was quiet except for the couple of patrons sitting by themselves and the laughter of the little ones running around, as Vanora and the bar maids got the tavern ready for the festivities later tonight. I was in the kitchen when I heard the shouts.

"The Knights are coming! The Knight's are almost home!" I looked between Dalin, the old cook and little Six who was sitting in a corner playing with a doll. They both met my gaze, Dalin nodding his bald head signaling that I could go and Six with her eyes full of excitement and a smile so large stretched across her small face I thought it would rip it in two. She hopped of the tiny stool and ran passed me through the doors leading into the tavern probably joining her siblings waiting for her mother's instruction. I too made my way into the tavern being greeted with the sight of my nieces and nephews lined up as Vanora talked to them gently, baby on her wide hip. I leaned against the bar and listen, smiling softly at the scene.

"Alright you lot, your Father's coming home with the rest of the Knights. We're all going to go out there- Gilly leave Six alone before I lean you over my knee and spank you." Vanora gave Gilly one of her many motherly looks before a soft smile replaced it. I could see the want for her lover in her large blue eyes as well as the joy that she would have her Knight with her one more time. I stifled a giggle knowing that Vanora nor Bors would ever laid a hand on any of their children unless it was playful. "Now what was I saying? Ah yes we are going to go out there and wait for your Father's return, cheering as loud as we possibly can. Can't have him forget his brood can we?" At this all the kids shook their head almost frantically, large smiles plastered on the little faces. 'The Knights their almost to the gates!' Vanora looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes too shining with the same excitement I was feeling, before nodding her head towards the door. I stood up walking towards the doors of the tavern before looking over my shoulder at the group behind me. I was met with 22 pairs of eyes staring at me all filled with life. I smiled gently,

"Well what are you all waiting for? We have some Knights to welcome home!" That was all they needed before they ran passed me, pushing and shoving each other out the door heading to the gates. I felt a tiny hand grasp mine knowing who it was immediately. Six and I waited for Vanora as she waddled her way over to us cooing to little 10 on her hip, before I reached out and took him from her. She looked at me funny look before shrugging it off; grabbing Six's little hand that I had dropped before taking the baby and followed her other children lead heading toward the gates. I stood there holding little 10 in my arms listening to him cooing softly to himself. I pulled him to my chest as too headed to the gates to await the Knights return; lost in my thought the whole way there.

So the crazy gibberish is Gaelic (not saying it's a bad language because it's a very beautiful one) and "Tá d'am ag teacht Maurya. Tá na pleananna le haghaidh biotáille mór duit leanbh ach do anois dul ar ais chuig do lover agus aisling." roughly means "Your time is coming Maurya. The great spirits have plans for you child but for now go back to your lover and dream."...Thanks for reading...

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