-a/n- I apologise. I have no excuse. I have merely been procrastinating, and sleeping. A lot. Sometimes even sleeping to procrastinate...

Thanks for the reviews :D I loved reading them even if I did have to hunt for a while to find out where on earth ff net had archived my story! Grr. I really, really hope it's changed back, and soon.

This chapter is dedicated to Ally-Marty, who has just finished her amazing fic 'The Only Volunteer'. It's a wonderful read and I'd thoroughly recommend it. Don't be put off by the Kel/Joren ship either, it's written in such a believable way! It's a credit to your fic Ally that I had such a hard time writing Joren into this chapter. I feel almost guilty at making him evil again. *sighs*

As usual some of TP's original ideas/comments are woven in here, I take no credit.

Confusedknight xxx

Even after Kel had fallen asleep Alanna continued to pump the young squire full of as much healing magic as she could, knitting the bone fragments together and repairing the tissues expertly. When she was finally satisfied, the Lioness stood up.

'She should sleep for several hours,' Alanna informed the anxious ladies, swaying slightly as the room swam before her eyes. Neal placed a steadying hand on his knight-mistress's shoulder and gently offered her some of his own gift to replenish her nearly exhausted supply. Alanna accepted and walked stiffly outside to find Raoul, Neal hurrying along anxiously behind.

'You used an awful lot of magic there,' Neal pointed out, thinking how healers were trained to conserve their magic and let the body do some of the work.

'It was an unfair injury,' snapped Alanna. 'And she'll have enough bother with conservatives challenging her left right and centre without having to worry about a healing injury. Besides, I've got some of my gift stored in opals in the unlikely event that I should need it again in the next couple of days.'

'Hmph,' said Neal, thinking of how he'd be seriously chastised for using that much magic on one patient.

'Is she alright?' asked Raoul, when the knight and squire found him loitering a short way from the tent.

'She'll be as right as rain tomorrow,' Alanna assured him. 'Besides,' she fixed a steely eye on Raoul. 'I'm more concerned about the various other injuries she's suffered. Bloody great gash across her chest, speared in the shoulder by an arrow, burns, cuts, a slave brand and a very nasty healed break to her right wrist. What exactly has she been doing all these years?'

Raoul wanted to reply 'Ask your husband.' But held his tongue and said instead, 'I don't ask.'

Kel blinked, but struggled to move. It felt as though the linen blanket covering her was made of lead. She blinked again, unsticking her eyelids and a slightly fuzzy image filtered slowly into her brain. It took a few seconds for the image to clarify. Her large knight-master was hunched over a table facing the red-haired Lioness. As Kel levered herself onto her elbows she saw that they were playing chess.

Alanna looked around, her violet eyes positively glowing in the dim tent. She smiled and nudged Raoul. The big man stood up and made his way over to Kel, who was relieved to see that someone had dressed her in a shirt whilst she had been sleeping.

'How are you feeling?' he asked.

'Fine,' Kel answered honestly, 'just quite-' she yawned '-tired.'

'Well although it may feel healed, you'll need to give it time to build up strength naturally again. No exercise for two days and certainly no tilting for at least a week.' Alanna instructed firmly from her chair. 'It might also be better if you didn't let it about that it was I who healed you. Some dense conservatives might get it into their heads that I magicked you to earn your shield.' She grinned, 'As if you need any help.'

Kel blushed from the compliment and shifted so that she could sit up properly. 'What time is it?'

'About an hour before sunset,' Alanna informed her. 'I would recommend that you relocate to your tent and sleep for as long as possible.'

Kel nodded and climbed gingerly out of bed. Every movement required a great effort. Courage, resting in it's scabbard was laid on the bed next to where she had been lying. Grateful for their consideration, Kel picked up her trusty weapon.

'Will you be all right to walk?' Raoul asked casually.

'I'm fine.' She wasn't in any pain, but a limb-deadening tiredness had settled in Kel. It was similar to the way she'd felt after fighting at Somalkt with no sleep for two days. Determinedly, Kel stumped back to her tent and after taking a short drink of water, collapsed into her pallet fully clothed. Sleep came swiftly.

The progress moved on and Kel had begun to tilt again, this time with a new breastplate specially designed to withstand the impact of jousting. Kel had protested at the expense until Raoul informed her that he was purchasing it with the money that he won betting on her sword fights.

In late summer, Lucie of Cavall accompanied by her stiff-faced father and cheery Owen of Jesslaw joined the progress. This provided another distraction for Kel, who felt that she must always be doing something or training. If she kept busy then there were less minutes to brood over Scanra.

Kel quickly learnt to accept the offered matches; it prevented her from being challenged later on by conservatives who were set in their views that Kel had so far only won on sheer luck, and that any moment now the gods would set her in her place. Matches were safer and there was also no penalty for the loser. Although Kel lost not a single sword fight, she had her fair share of losses on the tilting lanes.

Kel noticed that the fully-grown Joren, still blond and beautiful, spent an awful lot of time amongst knights who later challenged Kel to matches. Joren himself never stepped forward as an opponent. Kel shrugged this off; let Joren associate with whoever he wanted.

Autumn came gilding the trees red and gold, and as Kel returned from glaive practice one morning she noticed that her breath hovered in a slight mist before her. She sighed, noting the end of a long summer. Suddenly there was a movement behind her and Kel felt her arms being pinned behind her back. She struggled but it was too late. She was held in a vice like grip and had no way of reaching her weapon. The attack had thrown her off balance and try as she might, Kel was unable to gain footing sturdy enough to try and counter the attack.

Joren stepped out coolly from a gap between two of the tents.

'Well, well,' he drawled. 'If it isn't the King's Own whore.'

'At least I've known whore's with more honour than you.' Kel retorted. It was a true statement; Kel thought of Rhonda.

Joren's rage flared up and Kel received a slap across the face that left her cheek stinging.

'Well you haven't changed Stone Mountain,' said Kel icily. 'Getting someone else to hold me down, how brave of you. Scared to face me on your own?'

Joren observed her with a calculating interest. 'What happened to the Lump? You have changed, and in more ways than one,' Joren ran his hands from Kel's behind up across her stomach, lingering at her breasts.

Kel spat onto Joren's shirt furiously, wishing that she could do more.

Joren's expression hardened and he grabbed Kel hard by the chin, forcing her to look up into his hate-filled eyes.

'When I'm knighted you'd better watch out, bitch.' He nodded to whoever had been holding Kel and she was thrown off her feet to land heavily on the ground. Rolling, over she surged to her feet, face burning with anger.

Trembling with rage, Kel watched Joren walk away. Let it go, let it go she chanted in her head, fighting her desire to either beat Joren to a pulp or challenge him officially.

A few weeks before the Midwinter festival began, the Progress turned south and headed back to Corus so that they would be in residence for Crown Prince Roald's Ordeal. Roald was not the only one due to enter the chamber; there were eleven fourth-year Squires that included Cleon, a large-redheaded youth whom Kel liked and also to Kel's distaste, Joren, Garvey and Vinson.

Kel hadn't forgotten Joren's threats and knew that when he passed his ordeal, she'd have to be extra careful to avoid any of the trouble that he was plotting.

However even the thought of Joren as a knight couldn't put a dampener on Kel's spirits. The return to Corus brought with it several bonuses; a proper bed, luxurious baths and also a lot more time able to be spent with Dom.

In the snowy city Kel and Dom could slip into anonymity. They walked down streets holding hands, enjoyed cosy meals in restaurants and went riding, stopping regularly for hot, steamy kisses out of sight.

Between her duties, training and Dom, the week until the festival began passed in a whirlwind. Kel felt that her cheeks had taken on a permanently pink colour; either flushed with cold or from the heat of the fires that burnt in every grate throughout the palace.

On the first night of Midwinter, Raoul disappeared off to help Kel's brother Inness to instruct Cleon in the code of chivalry. Following the ritual bath and instruction Cleon would have to sit a vigil overnight, preparing himself to enter the dreaded Chamber of ordeal at dawn.

When Raoul returned they played chess, Kel's mind occasionally flicking to Cleon, wondering how he was faring; alone and cold in the chapel. Both Kel and Raoul had a knack for strategy and their chess match was well fought on both sides. Eventually Raoul called 'Check' and the game was done.

Raoul fetched them warm apple juice and a freshly baked Midwinter cake and they sat before the fire and toasted Cleon. Kel's thoughts wandered. It would be three years before she was permitted to take her ordeal. Would the war have started by then? Kel felt sure that it would have, and wasn't even sure if she'd be in Tortall in three years time.

Rising early at dawn Kel was there to watch a very pale and shaky Cleon exit the Chamber, very much alive. At sunset he was knighted and Kel cheered with the rest. She tried to make her way over to congratulate Cleon in person, but he was surrounded by jostling people and Kel decided that it could wait until later. Instead she sought out her second oldest brother.

'You did a fine job,' she congratulated Inness.

'I had a good squire to work with,' he muttered, draining his tankard of cider and not looking at Kel.

It was strange, Kel thought that despite Inness being her brother, she felt very little connection to him at all. This tall, serious Knight was a far step from the few childhood memories she retained of her brother. With a small, polite bow Kel excused herself.

Their majesties were tired of entertaining and no large balls had been scheduled for Midwinter, so Raoul decided to host his own gathering in his Chambers with a select group of his and Kel's friends. Kel delivered invitations to Buri, Jerel of Nenan, Neal (Alanna was back at the barony for the holiday), Yuki, Princess Shinkokami, Prince Roald, Owen, Lucie and Lord Wyldon, several of the Rider captains and Third Company.

Whilst most of the Third Company popped in to say hello before leaving to go down to the taverns of the main city, some, including Dom stayed. Kel wanted to kiss him and wish him Midwinter's Luck but their present company prevented her from doing so and she had to content herself with catching his eye meaningfully and laughing at Neal's ridiculous antics.

Everyone seemed to be enjoying the small gathering, even Raoul, who was far more comfortable than Kel had ever seen him at a party. At present he was sitting next to Buri, immersed in conversation, both of them leaning slightly inwards, intently.

When the party broke up at around midnight, Kel helped Raoul tidy and then returned to her rooms. Dom was waiting and they kissed silently before Kel shooed him from her rooms somewhat reluctantly.

Before Kel felt she'd had time to properly sleep a ham-sized hand was shaking her awake. Raoul stood over her with a grim look in his face.

'Sir?' asked Kel blearily.

'Vinson of Genlith has requested an audience with the magistrate.' Kel must've looked confused for Raoul said, 'Get dressed quickly, it's not usually good news when they request something so soon after leaving the Chamber.'

Scarcely ten minutes later Kel was seated next to Raoul in the courtroom, watching the pitiful display that was Vinson of Genlith. Face bruised and eyes swollen from crying the trembling squire fell to his knees, rasping out his confession. Cuts and marks kept appearing all over his exposed flesh before fading away and judging by the nature of Vinson's flinching, other invisible blows were being delivered all over his body.

Kel felt sick as Vinson confessed to beatings and rape of lower city girls. Sitting there with barely concealed horror on her face she watched as Vinson was placed under arrest and was half carried, half dragged away. It seemed as though the Chamber was intent on making Vinson feel every blow and injury he'd ever dealt on the defenceless.

Now that the royal family had left, people were standing up all around Kel, muttering darkly about the events that had just occurred. Kel just sat there, guilt washing over her. If she had reported Vinson's attack on Lalasa would he have gone on to rape those others? Could Kel's own, selfish desires not to draw attention to herself have allowed that monster to harm more women?

Her stomach heaving at these thoughts, Kel fled from the courtroom and out into the cooler corridor. Tears were pricking at the corners of her eyes. A hard pair of hands grabbed her and registering that it was Joren, Kel rammed him back into the wall and punched wildly, feeling bone break under her fist. Then she darted away, still furious at both herself and Vinson.

She found her way outside and shivered, the temperature was well below zero. Snow, two feet deep covered the ground and as Kel began to tramp through it icy cold seeped through her boots and breeches.

The practice courts hadn't been cleared, but this wasn't going to stop Kel from doing what she usually did when it all became too much. She drew Courage and stamped out a small area, starting the hardest of her practice routines as the snow began to fall again.

Not dressed for the outdoors, the cold quickly wormed it's way in through Kel's clothing bringing with it an all-encompassing numbing sensation that calmed Kel's thoughts, bringing relief. Time slipped past and it wasn't until Courage slipped in Kel's numb grasp that she let the blade dip to the floor. Panting, the freezing air painful on her lungs, Kel shook off the snow that had settled on her hair and shoulders.

She thought of Alex who would have told her not to be so stupid, courting frostbite out in the cold like this. What good was it doing anyone? Just because Vinson had gone, it didn't mean that there weren't more men out there, ready to prey on women. Kel wondered what it would take for self-defence classes to be set up in the lower city...

The next day of Midwinter Kel had cheered up somewhat and exchanged gifts with her friends. She received a beautifully crafted warhammer from Raoul, a delicate bracelet from Dom, a jar of bruisebalm made by Neal and a lovely warm padded coat from Lalasa, accompanied with a note to say that business was booming.

That night Prince Roald sat his vigil and in the morning Kel made up part of the huge crowd that watched as the Prince exited the chamber shakily. Relieved and pleased that Roald had made it to knighthood, Kel decided to take Prince out for a ride.

She returned to her room to fetch her new coat and warm boots. There, laid on top of her bed was a small package. Kel opened it curiously and discovered two items within; a small sheathed dagger and a note. She began to read, a grin splitting across her face.

Little one,

I hope this finds you in good health. I apologise for not having contacted you earlier, it has been difficult even now to find a trustworthy courier. Our Shang friend found me several months back and informs me how well you are doing. Stick to your training, there is very little that can be done here now. We try of course, but it is increasingly difficult and we now look towards the future, one which you and your comrades will play a large part in. Defend your homeland well.

I think of you often and pray that we will meet again one day,

Your brother.

The message was somewhat cryptic and lacking in detail, but Kel supposed that it had to be, for safety. She sat back on the bed, dazed and filled with a fresh hope and happiness. Examining the dagger, she discovered that it matched Courage in design and tempered-blue blade.

She pushed her head around Raoul's door. 'Did you hear anyone come in and leave a package?' Kel asked.

Raoul looked up from his desk which was covered in paperwork and shook his head. Kel sighed, she hadn't really expected one of Alex's subjects to be noticeable.

'It's Midwinter,' Kel pointed out, 'You're not meant to be working.'

'Well I can't leave it until the gods-cursed progress starts again,' Raoul explained with a sigh.

'Do it later,' Kel urged. 'Come for a ride.'

Raoul looked up, surprised at his Squire's obvious good mood. 'Alright then,' he agreed.

Warm in her brand new coat, Kel rode happily through the city engaged in relaxed conversation with her knight-master. They bought warm, toffee coated apples from a street vendor and munched as they rode. The conversation turned to the evening's entertainment.

'Will you be hosting another party?' Kel wanted to know.

'If only,' grouched Raoul. 'I've received a summons from Sebila of Disart, my great aunt, who informs me that plenty of relatives and eligible women will be assembled at her town house to greet me this evening.'

'Oh,' said Kel, seeing to the heart of the problem. 'They'll want to know why you aren't married?'

Raoul nodded gloomily. 'They will discuss my lack of a wife in loud voices whilst my Aunt proclaims me to be "a feckless gawp of an overage boy" who ought to be grateful and settle for one of the ones that no one else wanted because I've left it far too late.'

Kel didn't reply, thinking hard. 'What about if you brought someone along with you, that way they can't try to match you up.'

'But if I bring a lady along, they might think that I mean something by it and I don't want to-'

'Buri,' said Kel suddenly. 'Invite Buri, then you'll at least have someone sensible to talk to.' Kel watched for her knight-master's reaction, he and Buri were good friends but Kel wondered whether there were more feelings involved. 'I'm sure she wouldn't mind helping you out,' Kel pressed on, 'I'd help my friends in a situation like that.'

Raoul cheered up a bit for the rest of the ride, although not quite managing to match Kel's excessively cheerful mood. When they returned to his chambers, Raoul drafted a quick letter and sent Kel to deliver it.

'Oh, how could I turn my back on him,' Buri grinned at Kel. 'Imagine, the Giantkiller needing protection from his Aunt! Tell him I'll do it, it's appropriate to spend Midwinter with friends.' Kel left feeling pleased with herself. Taking a quick detour she sought out Dom under the pretence of delivering a message. When they were alone, Kel whispered, 'Are you doing anything this evening? Raoul's going off to a family party...'

'I do believe that I'm taking a Lady Squire out for dinner,' Dom interrupted, pressing a quick kiss to Kel's lips.

'And at what time should the Lady Squire expect to met her dashing young sergeant?'

'Around the seventh bell,' Dom replied with a wink, before slipping back to his squad mates.

Whistling a Midwinter tune happily, Kel trotted back to her knight-master and helped him with the paperwork for several hours, enjoying a leisurely lunch brought to Raoul's chambers. When Raoul finally stood up with a stretch and declared that he'd better smarten up for the party, Kel retreated to her own rooms, washed herself quickly using a sponge and a basin of warm water and dressed again in a pale blue shift and fawn gown that had been a present from her parents. Pinning her hair up loosely so that strands fell down to frame her face, Kel fixed earbobs in place and put on her new bracelet, admiring it as she did so.

Kel heard Raoul leave, hurrying to go and pick up Buri on time so that he wouldn't be late for the dreaded family gathering. Kel shook her head, it amazed her how some families could become so obsessed about marriage, never mind that Raoul was one of the most renowned and respected warriors in the Kingdom...

Waiting for Dom she sat on her bed, sword in hand. Kel was debating internally whether or not to strap it on over the dress. It wasn't so much the fact that it ruined the look of the outfit, but more a matter of whether she could let go of the security it gave her. Kel forced herself to lay Courage down and instead strapped two daggers onto her belt, and shifted them round to her back so that they were hidden between her dress and cloak.

Minutes later Dom arrived and whisked Kel away down into Corus. They had to be cautious leaving the palace that no one saw them together, even if few would link the happy, laughing noble lady in Domitan of Masbolle's company with the serious, determined squire to the Lord of Goldenlake.

Over dinner the couple talked about anything and everything. They joked about mutual friends, discussed how long it would before Raoul could find something to lure the Third Company away from Progress again, Dom told Kel about all his elder brothers and in turn Kel described her large family. When the meal was done, they sipped hot cider together, Kel tucked neatly into Dom's side.

The letter from Alex had alleviated her worries about being back in Tortall, Kel was where Alex wanted her to be. She had spent an enjoyable day with Raoul and now, kissing Dom, Kel couldn't remember ever being happier.

Returning late, Kel noted that there was no light seeping from under Raoul's door, was he still being detained by his family? Kel pulled Dom inside her room and pushed the door shut. Once again they drew together, hands caressing, joined at the lips.

Dom made to pull away, 'Stay' murmured Kel, drunk with happiness and love for the man that held her tightly.

Kel opened one bleary eye, she could hear a person or persons shouting. Light was creeping into the room from underneath the shutters and Kel could make out Dom's muscular form lying next to her. She felt unnaturally content, safe, tucked beneath Dom's arm.

'You should go,' Kel murmured, kissing her sleepy lover.

The shouting noise was getting louder, noisy footsteps in the corridor. Both sat upright, now alert. Kel clutched the sheet about her bare form and Dom slipped out of the bed, struggling into his breeches and hunting for his boots in the near darkness. Kel reached for the nearest garment of clothing and pulled it on, it was a large shirt. Right outside her door, Kel heard a lady shouting, pleading 'No.' Before Kel had time to react, her front door smashed open.

Leaping up, Kel threw open the shutter, letting wintery sunlight stream into the room. She reached for Courage, only to find that her sword was not at her hip.

'Trollop, you killed my boy!' shouted the man that was striding across the room towards her. Kel didn't know who on earth the stranger was, and when a second man and a woman entered she discovered that she didn't know them either.

Not taking her eyes off of the crazed man, Kel fumbled around for a knife, dagger or any sort of weapon on the dresser behind her. Dom sprang into action, taking the older man by surprise, knocking the sword from his grip. Dom struggled to hold onto the well-dressed man, even with the help of the other two strangers.

The door that separated Kel's room from Raoul's sprang open. Her knight-master, dressed only in a loincloth surveyed the situation with his dark eyes; Kel standing shocked against the back wall a knife now closed in her fist, Dom, also half-dressed, panting with the effort of holding back the madman who was intent on getting to Kel.

Buri, clad in a blanket, appeared at Raoul's elbow seconds later, clutching a knife like Kel.

Raoul strode over to help Dom and between them they managed to pin the snarling, cursing man against the wall. The woman was crying so hard that the babbling of her male companion was incomprehensible.

Kel stepped forward, very glad that Dom's shirt was large enough to cover most of her thighs. Clutching her weapon she spoke, 'Who are you?'

When the man swore and cursed angrily back at her, Raoul pressed a broad forearm across the man's throat until he fell silent, blue eyes bulging.

'If my Lord of Stone Mountain intends to try and carry out his threats then I will kill you.' Kel had never heard such a dangerous tone in Raoul's voice before.

'He is maddened by grief,' gasped the woman, 'He doesn't know what he says.'

'My nephew is dead,' the other stranger half-shouted. 'The Chamber of Ordeal opened on his corpse.'

'Joren's dead?' asked Kel.

Joren's mother nodded briefly and then looked away from Kel, tears streaming down her pointed face.

Kel felt a thread of pity for the woman that had evidently loved her son, but she felt no remorse for Joren. Anders had once told Kel that the chamber of ordeal was a hammer, and it seemed that Joren had been too inflexible to survive it's rigours.

When Raoul relieved the pressure from the Lord of Stone Mountain's windpipe, the tirade of insults started afresh.

'Jumped up merchant slut, sleeping your way into favours-,' at this he glanced contemptuously at Dom.

'You are stretching my patience,' said Raoul, his voice soft and deadly. 'Kel couldn't possibly have influenced the chamber, nothing can. Now I am sorry for your loss and won't ask to settle the insult to my Squire by combat.' He released Lord Burchard disgustedly.

'He was never the same after you arrived! And now with you in Corus two lives have been destroyed, you little witch-'

Dom, who had remained silent throughout the exchange, swiftly punched Burchard, knocking the air from his lungs and preventing any further insults. Raoul gave the young sergeant a warning look.

'I think Joren acquired his imperfections long before he met me,' said Kel coldly. 'You moulded your son so rigidly that not even the attentions of two training masters and his knight-master could change his ways. You condemned him to this fate.'

'Why you little trollop-' and he lunged for Kel once more.

'Enough,' Raoul hauled him back. 'One more word against my Squire Stone Mountain and you will answer to me by the sword, lance and every other weapon in the King's armoury, do you understand?'

The deranged Lord had turned an ugly puce colour, veins throbbing on his temple, but he said nothing, and allowed his wife to pull him away.

'We understand that the gods have lost faith with our withering realm,' snapped Joren's uncle. 'The chamber's failing is proof. Although,' he sneered, 'what else do you expect when then men in charge are seduced by foreigners and harlots wielding swords.'

'I make allowance for your grief.' Rage seemed to crackle over every inch of Raoul's skin and Kel was shocked at how intimidating her easy-going knight-master was. It was frightening.

'Go and bury your son,' Buri spoke up, 'and take your bile with you.'

Joren's uncle left hurriedly after his brother and sister-in-law. They did not close the door.

Kel, unable to help herself, threw her knife viciously into the door through which the Stone mountain's had just left. It embedded in the wood with a thud, slamming the door shut. The remaining three glanced at her, shocked because she was usually so contained.

All of a sudden Kel felt very trembly, the shock of having such a start to a morning.

Raoul was running his hands through his hair.

'Sir-,' Dom started.

Raoul gestured with a large hand, 'Save it. Right now I need a drink.' He collapsed into Kel's desk chair, rubbing his face.

Kel shakily set about pouring juice, although her hand was so unsteady that quite a lot of it missed the cups. Buri declined the drink, hoisting the blanket more firmly around her shoulders.

When she handed Raoul his drink, Kel didn't meet his eyes until one warm, firm hand pushed her chin up. 'Don't you listen to them for one moment, Kel. Your presence as a squire, your skill with the blade, they're challenging opinions, and for those whose brains haven't turned to mud, you make them think, reconsider and remember that not so long ago there were Lady Knight's roaming throughout the lands.'

Kel nodded. 'Sir I'm sor-' but like Dom had been, Raoul hushed her too.

'I'm hardly in a position to judge Kel,' said Raoul softly, looking up at Buri with a slight grin.

The K'mir smiled back. 'I'm going to back to bed,' she announced. As Kel went to offer Dom a drink, Raoul stood up.

Dom, removed the tray from Kel's cold fingers and enveloped her in a warm, comforting hug. Over her shoulder he met Raoul's eyes and a look of acceptance passed from the older man to the younger.

The couple pulled the door to Kel's room shut behind them.

'Young love,' smirked Buri.

'Older love isn't so bad either,' whispered Raoul, craning his neck down to kiss the commander of the Queen's Riders.

-a/n- Well, better late than never I suppose! Will I meet my deadline? Who knows... If you're lacking in something to read, go and read 'The Only Volunteer' or re-read 'Squire' and play spot the difference!

A question: how many of you would be interested in a pdf version of Fallen, spell-checked and possibly with some graphics/extra bits and pieces? SavingSaturn suggested it and I was wondering what the general consensus was...

Please leave some thoughts on the chapter; feedback makes me very, very happy :D

Confusedknight xx