Court Rivalries - Chapter 10

Fights

Summary: A brother of a certian sergeant goes to court with fancies of catching a lady knight. Dom follows his brother to the escapades of court, hoping to win over his friend before his brother snatches her away, out of his grasp forever.

Disclaimer: dun dun dun, do not own anything, excepting Thad. Wow that shocked everyone did't it?

The Mess Hall's double doors opened and Domitan of Masbolle stepped through, hair tousled, obviously just out of bed, and through bleary eyes picked up a breakfast bowl, spooned some porridge into it slowly and scanned the hall for signs of his Meathead and friends.

Kel looked at him with a slightly nervous smile, as she was still under the illusion that Dom actually liked his brother at the moment, when Dom walked over and slid into the bench opposite her. "I told you Kel, Dom does sleep more than I do," Neal said smugly, obviously referring to some previous argument about Neal's sleeping habits.

Rolling his eyes at his cousin's behaviour, Dom finally looked around him properly with fully opened eyes, and was met with the sight of Kel in a dress. Dom was slightly shocked, as he had never seen Kel wear a dress before, although Neal had told him that she used to wear them regularly when she was a page. Dom had to say that she looked excellent, slightly more so than usual.

"Never seen a lady before Domitan?" she drawled at him, leaning her elbow on the table and resting her chin in her hand. Dom coloured slightly as he realised that he had been staring for a while, but he quickly recovered.

"Not one as beautiful as you." He shot her a dazzling smile. "Although I am sure that a dress would make it hard to fight."

Kel's eye's flashed in amusement. "Do you think that wearing a dress I wouldn't be able to beat you?" She asked casually, examining his face closely.

Oh Mithros, I shouldn't have said that should I? Dom thought belatedly, and decided to grovel.

"Of course milady, you could surely beat me asleep with both hands tied behind your back," Dom replied, a tad worriedly.

Kel smiled slightly. "That's a slight overstatement. But you have made me curious. Can I beat you wearing a dress?"

"Most assuredly," Dom replied, getting slightly frantic, to the amusement of Kel's knight friends.

And that is how Dom found himself Kel's practise partner for the day, so she could she if she could fight in a dress. She beat him with her glaive, her sword, her axe, her staff, he beat him at a running race, and a horse race, and now she was surely going to thrash him in a joust.

As Dom got all the tilting padding on, he could feel the aches and pains that she had given him throughout that day, and pouted at himself for giving her the idea.

At the other end of the tilting lane, Kel was feeling quite pleased with herself, and as Faleron waved a white flag, she gave Peachblossom the order to charge.

Dom's lance skidded off Kel's shield, missing her completely, while Kel's lance struck a perfect centre, and popped Dom out of his saddle, just giving him enough time to holler before he hit the ground hard.

Kel winced for him, she had had personal experience at flying, and had decided early on the she didn't like it at all, and dismounted Peachblossom gracefully and walked over to where Dom lay, groaning slightly.

She kneeled down carefully in the dust and eased Dom's helmet off and over his head. Overcome with a sudden impulse, Kel bent down and kissed him, aiming for his cheek, until Dom turned his head around and she ended up catching his lips.

Kel's friends cat called from the stands, while Kel blushed, Dom looked thoroughly surprised, and Thaddeus. Well, Thaddeus looked ready to murder.