Chapter 3 rewritten
A/N: Here is Chapter 3, enjoy.
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We rode into the courtyard, were we all gathered in a circle around the bishop's carriage, I brought Flecha to a halt next to Tempest.
"Welcome back, Arthur," Jols said in greeting.
"Jols"
He looked over to Lancelot and nodded in greeting. "Lancelot."
Lancelot gave a quick nod in response. Arthur got off Feonaro just as the bishop stepped out of the carriage.
"Bishop, please: my quarters have been made available to you," Arthur said. He was always the kind of person who looked after the wellbeing of all others. That is what we all liked about him.
"Ah yes I must rest"
I looked at him and rolled my eyes. "Oh, come on! You can't tell me that riding a horse; from Rome to Britain with about a dozen soldiers to protect your spoiled ass…" I mumbled. "The knights, who were standing close to me, were trying hard not to laugh, even Tristan, although he did not have a smile on his face, I could see the humor in his
eyes. I had the strange feeling that the bishop heard me as well, although I would not have cared if he had.
Once the bishop was out of the way, we all dismounted our horses, and began to lead them into the stable. I took Flecha down to the end of the stables where his stall was, where I made him stand still. He was most definitely not to pleased about this, and he let me know by prancing around and tugging on his reins. "Easy, boy," I told him as I gently stroked his neck. He snorted and bowed his head. I can't say that I blamed him: he was tired and hungry, and he knew that when he came into his stall he would get food. I gently unbuckled the girth and slid off the martingale. I took of his saddle, and what I found did not surprise me, his back was covered in sweat. I took off the martingale and led him back outside where I took a bucket of water and a sponge to wash him down. This only served to make him more impatient for food. I kept on thinking about what I had told Gawain. I could not deny that I had a desire to be that Sarmatian woman whom he would wed. I knew that I was attracted to him, but to go all the way as to say to challenge him, I was beginning to doubt my decision… but then again I guessed that he would think that I was just joking.
I was brought back to reality when Flecha tugged at his reins again and snorted. "Sorry boy, just two more seconds," I told him as I grabbed some hay and dried him. I took hold of his reins and led him into his stall, where I had to struggle to get his head gear off. Once it was off I walked out and grabbed a bucket of corn, I dumped it into his tray, and he immediately began eating 'Wow, talk about wolfing down your food!' I closed the stall door and just stood there and watched him eat. I lost track of time until all of a sudden I felt a pair of warm lips on my cheek, all time seemed to freeze as this man entranced me in his kiss, I felt his beard and his warm breath tickle my face. I was brought back to reality when I felt his lips move I was about to protest when I felt them by my ear when he placed a gentle kiss on my earlobe and whispered into my ear, "What about that challenge, Mer?" I froze that rough voice, that beard, his warm breath, now I knew who it was: Gawain. I stood there frozen. He began to back away, I began to turn around and respond to him, when a rough yet smooth hand gently took hold of my chin, as he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. I closed my eyes and placed my hand on his upper arm. His lips were so warm, and his touch… at that point I knew that I was in love with Gawain. All too soon, he pulled away and we looked at each other. He had those piercing blue eyes which I found myself becoming lost in…
He began to walk away, as if nothing happened, leaving me there with the tingling sensation on my lips and a warm smile from him. I watched as he left the stable. I gave one last glance towards Flecha and then left the stable making my way to my room, to get ready for the meeting we were to have at the Round Table.
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