Roran was tired of fighting. He was tired of riding a horse all day and getting blisters where the sun doesn't shine. And most of all, he was tired of not knowing wether or not his beloved Katrina was alright. Whenever Roran got free time, he was worrying about her and thier unborn child. His only consolation was that he knew that his cousin, who was almost like a brother to him, was taking care of her. That if worse came to worse, and the camp was attacked, Eragon would make sure that Katrina would be safe. That thought was the only thing that got him through the day. And the best thing about it was that he was coming home.
Katrina paced around the small tent. She was frantically straightening things and talking furiously to Eragon, who was helplessly trying to keep up with her. " Eragon, what am I going to! Roran's coming back, and Arya told me that I almost due to have this baby. One more thing and it'll just send me over the edge!" She threw up her arms at the last part and then sat heavily down on the bed. Eragon sat down next to Katrina and put his arm around her. " It's all right, sweetheart. I'll be right next to you the whole time. Roran won't suspect a thing." She nodded and wiped her eyes. " Go on now," she said " You know that Nasuada said she wanted you to be there to greet the soilders." Eragon stood up, kissed her on the cheek, and left.
Nasuada stood at the front of the camp, waiting for the soilders to arrive. Just as the legion came into view, she felt a warm hand grasp hers. Nasuada smiled shyly, still not used to their newfound relationship. It had all been so sudden.
Flashback
It was a day like every other, except for one thing: today was the day that Nasuada finally told Eragon how she felt. Some might argue that it wasn't proper, and that she shouldn't distract him from the war, but she just couldn't put it off any longer. One could never know what would happen in a war. That was the reason why she had to tell Eragon before it was too late.
Nasuada had invited him to come to her tent before dinner. Eragon had come, with a wild look in his eyes. Without so much as a single word, Eragon had crossed the room and kissed her. Needless, to say, Nasuada had been quite pleased with the whole situation. She was even more pleased when the kiss escalated into, well.. more.
Nasuada blushed at the memory of that night. At the way his hands had felt, and how soft his kisses were. She was quite infatuated with that Rider.
Well okay then. Chapter two I geuss. I'm pretty sure this is the longest thing I've ever written, like, chapterwise. Yeah, sorry if the POV switching confused you. I'm a confusing person. I've been meaning to ask: do any of you listen to Jay Park or any kpop? Probably a question better suited to the Uraboku fandom...