Where Angels Sigh

Chapter two

It's been two months since we arrived here at Hadriens Wall and the arguments still haven't quieted down between Tristan and I. He keeps ordering me to tell the other knights I'm a girl, but I just call him a bastard and continue on with whatever I'm doing.

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It was about noon when I was shoving my on breeches and boots to head down to the tavern for a couple of drinks and some food, when I heard Tristan's door close. I popped my head out into the hallway to see Tristan walking down the hall without his sword for the first time since we got here. Perfect time for some havoc. I quickly bound my chest with the bandages again and slipped a black jerkin over my chain mail shirt. I slipped out of my room, locking the door behind me, headed over to Tristans door. As I entered his room I kept looking behind my shoulder to see if anyone would suddenly appear, one of my fears no doubt formed from the scout who appears out of nowhere. After I shut the door and barred it with a stool, I began my search for his curved sword.

"Ahah, there it is!" I exclaimed, while I giddily clapped my hands.

Where's what?" I heard a voice say behind me, no doubt Tristan's.

I looked over my shoulder to see him leaning casually against the door with an amused smirk playing on his face. I looked at him in disbelief, stupefied once again.

"How did you get in? I thought I barred the door!"

He just stared at me blankly and adverted his gaze at the stool.

"You did, but not very well."

I took the time while he was staring at the stool to snatch his sword off his bed. My movements made his eyes dart back to me. As soon as he saw me clutching his sword he clenched his fists.

"Give it back." He growled.

I just simply smiled at him and snatched the covers on his bed. He started taking overly dramatic steps towards me in an attempt to reclaim his sword. As soon as he reached for it, I threw the bed covers over his head and rushed out the door and down the hall in an attempt to flee. When I realized the door of Aaron's room swung open it was too late. I smacked straight into it, falling to the ground with a loud thud.

The last thing I remember seeing is Aaron's shocked face. When I finally came to, I saw Tristan sitting in the corner of the room clutching his sword like his life depended on it. After blinking and looking around for a while I realized I was in my room. Tristan, realizing I was awake came over and examined my face. I started groaning as he prodded and poked at the swelling flesh. I swatted at his hands and my face protested against the touch.

"You have an eggplant of a bruise on your face" Tristan gave me one of his impassive looks.

"Go Away." I grumbled, "My head feels like some hit it with a hammer."

Just as I was about to start throwing curses at Tristan, Aaron came in laughing.

"Kierah, for a knight you aren't very bright, even if your name is that of a girls."

Aaron's comment made Tristan snicker

Aaron's comment made Tristan snicker. That made me snap. I threw back the covers of my bed and glared daggers at Aaron. Putting on an innocent smile I tackled him and started punching his face in. "You want to make fun of my name again? Huh?" I yelled in his ears. Just as I was going to land another punch on his nose, someone caught my wrist. Thinking it was Tristan, I elbowed my captor blindly in the stomach. Seeing Tristan still standing by the bed and Aaron on the ground, I stared up into Galahads face.

"Let me go!" I screamed and kicked Galahad where in his special area..

I grinned as I heard him grunt in pain and drop to writhe on the floor. Finally free from his grasp, I kicked him once more in the crotch. Straightening my Jerkin and squaring my shoulders, I shrugged and glanced at Tristan who was staring at me. I glowered back and motioned at the door with my hand, signaling him and Aaron to leave. Aaron and Tristan just stared for a moment at the writhing Galahad in amusement.

"Out, you lecherous men!" I snapped impatiently at a grinning Aaron and the blank scout.

"Lecherous?" Tristan spoke barley above a whisper.

"Want to end up like him?" I pointed to Galahad, who was now curled up whimpering. Watching Aaron fiercely shake his head, made me grin.

Oh how fun it was to have the men at my mercy.