dare you to move ,, galahad.

[Alowyn]

Alowyn leaned forward, gently patting the neck of Seren, her gray pinto mare. She had been out with a few of the recruits, teaching them the ways the Saxon fought, and how to use an bow and arrow properly. Aly could tell some of them still didn't trust her, but then again, she couldn't blame them. She was of Saxon blood, the same people they were supposed to be fighting. Alowyn had been at Hadrian's Wall for a while now, helping her men prepare the other recruits. She had come into the city with one thing in mind – to strike up a deal with Arthur. Aly knew all of the Saxon's secrets, and was willing to help Arthur beat them for good, in return for one thing. Alowyn wanted the Saxon crown back, afterall, it was rightfully hers. Once she had the crown, she had plans on restoring the peace to her people.

So yes, she was willing to betray her own people for her own good. Alowyn could not stand the thoughts of Cynric wearing her crown, and killing numerous innocent people. The very last thing she had said to Cynric before she left, was that she would bring him down, whenever he was least expecting it. Brushing a stray strand of blonde hair back, Alowyn tilted her head back, looking up to the sky. The temperature was below freezing, and the ground had a good coating of snow on it. ”You deserve a hot drink at the inn. We won't train anymore today.” Aly said, watching as the shivering, pink cheeked, red tipped nosed recruits began to head towards the city. Grabbing her sword, she slid it into it's sheath, before giving Seren a gentle kick.

Once the horse and rider had come to a patch of tree's, with a few large boulders free of snow, they pulled to stop. Swinging her leg over the mare, Alowyn reached inside her sword sheath, pulling out a folded paper. Pulling the dark blue cloak closer to her body, Aly took a seat on a boulder, before giving a short whistle. A few minutes later, Alowyn held her arm out while her falcon, Wryn, landed gently on her arm. Slipping the piece of paper into the contraption around the bird's leg, Aly gave the bird a soft stroke. ”Take it to Steffan.”

her outfit – look in the icons & a cloak, her horse, her falcon.

[Galahad]

It was beyond freezing, in fact freezing would be a lovely change compared to how Galahad felt now. He was rugged up as best as he could, breeches, boots, shirt, tunic, heavy cloak and yet he still felt the shiver of the crisp air all the way to his very core. Why anyone would volunteer to be outside of the city in this weather and away from a warm fire was beyond the Knight. He was to deliver a message and he had volunteered for one reason and one reason only – to see her.

He remembered the first time he saw her, walking past like a flash of blond talking to Arthur. It was her hair that Galahad noticed first, golden like the sun, even in this dreary weather it was bright and beautiful. She was petit and slender and yet walked with such confidence and poise that Galahad could only stop and stare. He knew he was staring because Lancelot had slapped him upside the head to bring him back to reality. That day he had no idea whom the woman was and all he knew was that he wanted to find out. What he eventually found out shocked him to the core. Her name was Alowyn and she was a Saxon Princess, come to the fort to find peace with Arthur. The word Saxon had bounced around inside the Knights head like a dart and yet despite where she had come from Galahad could not get her image out of his head. And that is why he had volunteered to ride out in the bloody freezing snow just so he could deliver a message to her!

Shivering Galahad pulled his chestnut brown mare to a slow trot. He had found her, standing by a large pile of boulders, a falcon flying up from her arm into the grey sky. Leading his horse over the Knight coughed loudly, willing his heart to calm down, he was just here to pass on a message, nothing more.

“Alowyn?” He called out, lifting his leg over and slipping down from his mare. His boots crunched against the snow as he took hold of the reins of his horse.

[Alowyn]

Alowyn sat there, mounted on Seren, as she looked up to the sky. The weather was cold and the ground was frozen solid, with the exception of a soft layer of mud and snow on top. Giving a soft sigh, the young lady dismissed the recrutis, before watching as they shuffled away from her, and towards the warmth and comfort of the inn. They still didn't entirely trust her, but Arthur did, and that was what meant the most to Alowyn. Aly was not here to decieve Arthur; she was here to secure her crown and help stop the bloodshed of innocent people.

Aly had grown up with Cynric, and the rest of Cerdic's children. She knew all of their secrets, plans, tactics, and weaknesses of the Saxons. Not to mention the fact that she was not afraid to use them to her advantage. Giving a gentle flick of the reins, Alowyn waited patiently while Seren navigated her way to a clump of trees. Sliding out of the saddle, and grabbing a piece of paper, Aly headed towards the largest of the boulders. Scribbling a few words, 'All is well, come home soon.', before giving a soft whistle. A few minutes later, Alowyn watched as her falcon gently landed on her arm. They were smart, magnificent animals, and extremely useful to Aly.

Whispering ”Steffan” softly, Aly watched as the falcon flew up higher and higher into the sky, before finally flying east. A few seconds later, a loud cough caught her attention, causing her to jerk her head around in the direction that the noise had come from. Lifting a brow, Alowyn watched as a man dismounted from his steed. It was only Sir Galahad, but what on earth was he doing out in this dreary weather? Unlike most people, this weather didn't seem to both Alowyn; if anything, she enjoyed it. ”Fancy seeing you out here in this cold weather Galahad.” Alowyn said, pausing for a seconds before continuing on, ”What do you need?” She asked simply, giving a slight smile.

her outfit – look in the icons & a cloak, her horse, her falcon.

[Galahad]

Galahad tilted his head upwards towards the sky causing his dark curls to fall across his deep blue eyes. He watched in silent awe as Alowyn’s falcon flew higher up into the sky, souring across the wind as though nothing upon this earth could touch the animal. The falcon reminded Galahad of Tristan’s bird and how many times in the past he had watched the creature lift off from Tristan’s arm souring upwards into the sky. Before all of this, when he was still a slave to Rome Galahad used to watch Tristan’s bird and imagine what it would be like just to fly away, to feel the wind in his hair, to taste the sweet bliss of freedom once more. Sometimes he felt that day would never come and he would never see his papers from Rome – but he had them now. Tucked safely away in a box in his room, papers that signalled once more he was a free man to do and choose as he wished. And strangely, he had chosen to stay with Arthur. He had been on this Island for nineteen years, most of his life and at the end of his service Galahad found he knew nothing else but this life that was forced upon him.

“Beautiful bird…” Galahad commented to himself as he looked down from the sky, his eyes falling upon the blond woman standing in front of him. Beautiful woman… he thought to himself, but managed to keep that thought quiet.

“I’m here for you” the Knight instantly replied to Alowyn’s question. He then paused, eyes widening as he realised how that might have sounded in light of his growing feelings for the beautiful blond. Embarrassed the faint hint of a blush swept across Galahad’s cheeks and he coughed, quickly running a hand through his hair. “What I meant to say was I’m.. I’m here with a message from Arthur…” Gods above could he embarrass himself anymore?!

[Alowyn]

Alowyn’s eyes followed the falcon, watching as the beautiful animal flew higher and higher up into the air. She hadn’t realized how smart birds could be until Euric, her father, had introduced them to her right before he had been murdered. As a matter of fact, he had given her one as a gift for her sixteenth birthday. Little did she know that, that was going to be one of the last things her father would give her. But that had been sixteen years ago, and the bird had proven to be useful and a good companion. Like most things whenever they grew old, the bird eventually passed. It took Alowyn a while to find another falcon, but she eventually stumbled across Wryn.

A few had passed before the bird had flown out of eye sight, before Aly turned her head, watching Galahad. She remembered the first time she had ever seen him. Alowyn had only been in the city for a little bit, and she had been walking with Arthur, figuring out a plan. That was when she passed him, and a few others knights also. She had only seen a glimpse of the knight, but that was enough for her. Even though Alowyn, at one time despised the knights, she found his rugged appearance, extremely appealing. Instead of acting on her feelings, she pushed them to the back of her mind. She was a Saxon, and it highly unlikely that he would feel the same way.

”Thank you.” Alowyn said curtly, giving a slight nod of the head. Her bird was a beautiful animal, and there weren’t many people who were used to seeing them, unless you talked to Tristan. Lifting a hand, Alowyn tucked a stray strand of her hair back behind her ear, watching Galahad as he continued to speak. As the ‘I’m here for you’ comment, the young lady allowed a slight smile to appear. ”Okay, what does he need?”

her outfit – look in the icons & a cloak, her horse, her falcon.

[Galahad]

Deep blue eyes watched intently as Alowyn swept a strand of golden hair and tucked it behind her ear. Her hair always reminded him of the sun back home in Sarmatia, the way it shined down across the fields casting a golden light as far as the eye could see. Somehow for Galahad it had always been a comforting feeling, reminding him of warmth and life and standing here, looking at Alowyn’s golden hair Galahad was reminded of that feeling once more. Strange what the eye made the mind recall.

“Apparently there’s some confusion over the training schedule or times or something….” Galahad said with a shrug. Honestly the brunette had no idea the specifics of the message. Arthur had asked for someone to ride out and find Alowyn and pass on a message, once he had heard Alowyn’s name Galahad did not need any more details. He had volunteered; half listened to Arthur’s message and rode out from the fort as quickly as possible. He had the perfect excuse to speak to the blond whom had captured his attention and held him at bay, what more information did he need?!

Another shrug and Galahad smiled tilting his head to the side slightly. “Arthur wants you back at the fort as soon as possible to help him sort the mess out,” Galahad paused, unsure of how to work the next part; how to put himself in Alowyn’s attention for a little longer? “So.. uh.. I’ll ride back with you?”

[Alowyn]

Alowyn glanced over at Galahad, watching as he watched her tuck a strand of stray hair back behind her ear. Her hair was different compared to most Saxons – in some ways, it made her stand out. Sure, some Saxons had blonde hair, but it was nothing like Aly’s. Their hair was usually a dirty blonde, but Aly’s? No, hers was a bright blonde – like the sun, and she took good care of it. Her hair was one of her most prized possessions, other than her father’s sword, and a few other things. It was what made her stand out amongst the other Saxons.

Tilting her head to the side, Alowyn listened quietly as Galahad relayed part of the message. Confusion over the training schedule? She had already done her fair share of training for the days – and anyways, the snow was starting to come down, and once that happened. Well, they wouldn’t be able to do much of anything. ”I have already done my fair share of training for the day.” Alowyn said curtly, placing a hand on Seren’s neck, giving the mare a gentle stroke. If Alowyn rode back to find Arthur, she had a feeling she would be outside, training once again.

Turning her head, blue eyes watched Galahad as he spoke. ”I believe Arthur can handle things for a little bit longer – after all, the snow is starting to come down heavier.” Alowyn said with a slight smile, ”which means, they won’t be able to do much of anything.” A few seconds passed before Alowyn slid her foot into the stirrup, before slinging her leg over Seren’s back. ”I will ride back with you – but I’ll be heading to the inn instead. Feel free to join me if you wish.” Alowyn said, giving the mare a squeeze, before heading towards the wall.

her outfit – look in the icons & a cloak, her horse, her falcon.

[Galahad]

Wait – none of this was turning out how Galahad had planned. Not that he had planned very much in detail, but he had imagined that Alowyn would receive his message and ride back to the fort with him. Then he would be able to escort the beautiful blond to Arthur and he would not only be able to spend more time with the woman whom had caught his attention, but also receive thanks from his Commander and King – a nice little bonus. Yet with Alowyn’s refusal to go to Arthur things were not going to plan… but then when did anything ever go to plan in his country?

At the mention of the snow Galahad found himself looking up just in time for a small snow flake to fall rather ironically onto his cheek. He both loved and loathed the snow. It was beautiful almost majestic the way it coated the earth transforming the dim bleakness of the land to a sea of pure white. But it was also cold and dangerous and could mean certain disaster of one was stuck outside during a heavy storm or trying to ride in the aftermath of sludge and ice. Alowyn was right, they did need to get back to the fort, but Galahad would prefer if she would return to Arthur and not to the inn.

“Wait..” Galahad said as he stepped forward, placing a strong hand upon the young woman’s leg. He looked up at Alowyn, snowflakes speckling his dark curls, “you’re going to get me into trouble you know that don’t you?”

(OOC: I love Alowyn, she's such a strong willed woman!!)

[Alowyn]

Sliding her foot into the stirrups of her saddle, Alowyn bounced around, before giving a strong kick and sliding across the mare’s back. Settling in the saddle, the young blonde lifted a hand, grasping the hood of her cloak, before pulling it over the top of her head. The snow was starting to fall, and the last thing she wanted was a wet head full of hair. That was a good way to get sick, and that was the last thing she wanted or needed. Turning her head, she looked down at Galahad, telling him her plans. She had just finished training with the soldiers, and she wanted a nice hot drink. She had her heart set on going to the inn; and there wasn’t really a good chance of changing her mind.

Anyways, Aly was pretty sure the soldiers didn’t want to see her anymore. She was tough on them, and she was a Saxon – not exactly the greatest combination if you asked her. Tilting her head slightly to the side, she watched as yet another snowflake landed on top of his head, yet again proving her snow point. A few seconds later, Alowyn lifted a brow, watching as he placed a strong hand on her leg, as he spoke about ‘trouble’. What was the worst that could happen? Arthur would give him a disappointed look and her a scowl? That wasn’t too bad. ”So?” Alowyn paused for a moment before going on, ”What’s the worst that could happen Galahad?”

Grabbing her reigns, Alowyn looked down at Galahad, ”As I said before, you’re free to join me, I could always use some company.” Aly said, before turning her mare around, and heading towards the fort at a slow pace, waiting for the handsome knight.

her outfit – look in the icons & a cloak, her horse, her falcon. – thank you, she can be so stubborn, lol.

[Galahad]

Well, Alowyn did have a point, what exactly was Arthur going to do to him if he did not return the blond to him as requested. Arthur needed all the Knights just as much as they needed him and things were different now. There were no Roman’s to yell and dictate orders to him, no punishment if his duties were not completed on time. He did not wish to disappoint Arthur but doubted he would get into trouble if he did not bring Alowyn back – at least he had passed on the message. Galahad pulled his hand away from the woman’s leg and took a step back nodding silently as she turned her horse away from him.

There was something about Alowyn something that Galahad could not quite put his finger on. She was beautiful, stunning in fact. Intelligent, battle wise and had a strong understanding of loyalty and friendship, qualities that Galahad greatly admired in the woman. Yet she was also aloof and it seemed as though any advance that he made were quickly rebutted. Maybe there was already another man vying for her affections? Although Galahad had never seen Alowyn be overly friendly with another man, come to think of it he had never seen her be overly friendly with anyone. He was going to have to find out if in fact there was anyone that Alowyn was interested in, and if not if he had any chance with her!

Nodding at Alowyn’s words Galahad was never one to turn down such an inviting invitation. He turned and quickly walked back to his own horse. A hand on the saddle he lifted his leg and slipped one foot into the stirrup and hoisted himself up, swinging his leg over the saddle and settling himself down. He pulled his cloak further around his shoulder, damned winter always to cold. Taking hold of his reins he gently kicked his horse and guided it after the blond.

[Alowyn]

Arthur had been one of the unlucky one's to find out how stubborn she could actually be, in person. He had wanted her to change her plans, and that didn't settle well with the young lady. Let's just say that was a verbal battle Arthur had lost against her. Alowyn just didn't turn on a whim, it was almost impossible for her. Lifting her hand, she grasped the hood of her cloak, adjusting it so that it covered her ears, before glancing over her shoulder. Giving the leather reins a gentle tug, Seren side stepped, slowing her pace so that she walked right beside Galahad's own steed.

She would go to the inn and grab a hot drink, and then she would go to Arthur – or that was the plan at least. Aly couldn't let Galahad get in trouble, if it was trouble he would be in. She cared about him to much, and anyways, he had volunteered to trekk out into the snow just to get her. Galahad had been the only one to catch her attention. Alowyn wasn't sure if it was his rugged appearance, or dedication to his job, but something had caught her attention. As the time passed, her feelings seemed to grow for him. But she was a Saxon, from the people that he had fought over and over again. Why would he change his mind about her? Turning her head, Alowyn pulled both ends of her mouth up into a smile, watching Galahad. ”We'll stop by the inn, and then we'll go to Arthur.” Alowyn said, catching his gaze with her own, before looking away a few seconds later.

”Afterall, I'd feel bad if I managed to get you in trouble.” Not really, it was just an excuse for her to spend more time with him. A few minutes later, Alowyn stepped down from the saddle once she had rode Seren into the stable. A few seconds later, Aly watched as one of the stable hands scrambled around to gather fresh water and hay for Seren, before working with the buckles of the saddle. It didn't take long before she had all of the tack sitting neatly on a bale of hay. ”Ready?” Aly asked, diverting her attention to Galahad.

her outfit – look in the icons & a cloak, her horse, her falcon.

[Galahad]

Galahad gently guided his stead to trot along side of Alowyn’s horse, he did not need to give his mare much instruction, after years together the animal seemed to know where its rider wanted it to go. Riding along side of the blond Galahad did not bother to cover his head with his cloak like Alowyn had done, instead he let the white snowflakes fall into and rest upon his dark curls. He had been on enough missions throughout his years not to be bothered by a little snow falling upon his head; it would have to get much worse before he worried too much.

As Alowyn turned and spoke Galahad managed to catch the woman’s eye for a moment. It was just a moment, nothing more but in those few seconds Galahad smiled, his cheeky, lopsided smile. Why did he have such strong feelings for a woman who probably would not even look twice at him? He was a Sarmatian, she a Saxon! They had spent years trying to kill each other and now here he was falling for her. It was stupid to think she had any interest in him. Women never fell for him, Lancelot yes, Gawain yes, but never him.

The Knight snorted as Alowyn said that she would feel bad if he got into trouble. He figured that she knew just as well as he did that he had little chance of getting in trouble with Arthur. Still, it had been an excuse, even if it was a poor one, at trying to spend some more time with the beautiful, breathtaking blond.

As they rode into the stables Galahad guided his mare towards her stall and once inside slipped down quietly. He would not let any stable hand touch her until he had removed her saddle himself and checked that her legs and everything else were intact and unharmed. It was a habit from battle, one that a Sarmatian took very seriously. After he was satisfied that everything was in order he gave his mare a gentle rub on her nose and left her to be fed by the stable hands.

“I could do with a hot drink…” Galahad nodded, running a hand through his dark curls and trying to take out any snow that had lodged in his hair. He then gestured for Alowyn to lead the way to the inn… anymore time he could spend with the woman he was more than grateful for!

[Alowyn]

Alowyn allowed the leather rein to slacken in her hand, as she looked forward. The mare knew where they were headed, and didn’t need much guidance. It actually seemed as if the horse was eager to get out of the snow, and into the warm and comfort of the stable. Alowyn and the mare had been out since before dawn, fighting the bitter cold and snow. They had rode the trails for an hour or so, before returning to Hadrian’s Wall to gather a group of trainee’s. Instead of pairing up with another knight, the young lady had decided to take the group of fourteen or fifteen out to the field. They were going to start with the way the Saxons fought, and how to properly use an bow and arrow.

A few hours passed before she deemed it acceptable to head back to the city, and warm up. They had worked well, and she wanted to send a message to Steffan. And along came Galahad, searching for her at Arthur’s request. Arthur was just going to have to wait a while. Aly wanted something nice and hot, something that would warm up insides up. Sure, she was used to the cold, but that didn’t mean it didn’t bother her after a while. She would eventually head up to Arthur though – she couldn’t be sure if he actually needed her because something important happened, or if he just wanted to nag at her.

Aly pulled her lips up into a smile, watching as Galahad got one of those lopsided smiles – she couldn’t help it, it was adorable. It didn’t take very long before they arrived at the stable, and Alowyn had Seren untacked. Giving the mare a gentle rub, Aly stepped out, allowing the stable hands to do their work, before peering inside Bron’s stall. Her big, black war horse seemed perfectly content munching on the hay. ”Me too.” Alowyn said, giving a nod of the head. A few minutes later, Alowyn entered one of the inns, taking her hood off, before taking a seat in the corner, near the fireplace. ”I’m glad you decided to tag along.” Aly said, nodding her thanks as one of the ladies handed her a goblet of mead. She had been waiting for this all day – the ability to just sit and relax. Galahad’s presence was just an added bonus – he was one of the few that didn’t look at her as if she was a nuisance.

her outfit – look in the icons & a cloak, her horse, her falcon.

[Galahad]

Galahad rode quietly beside Alowyn as they headed back towards the fort. As they rode he occasionally tried to steal glances at the blond whom seemed preoccupied with getting out of the snow. Honestly the Knight could not put his finger on exactly why he was completely taken by this beautiful woman. There was just… something about her, something about the way she carried herself with such strength and confidence. Something about her knowledge and skill and Gods have mercy there was certainly something about the way she looked! She was breathtaking, like the golden run rising over the hills at the first light of morning. Her eyes sparkled when she talked and her lips were full and lush. Galahad would never admit to another living soul that he had enjoyed several dreams about Alowyn and the taste of her red lips. (Gods know Lancelot and Gawain would rib him for the rest of his life if he ever said such a thing aloud!)

Shifting uncomfortably in his saddle Galahad was glad that they had arrived back at the fort and were heading into the stables. He did not need to guide his mare to her stall for she knew exactly where to go. Being Sarmatian he let no one touch his horse until he allowed it. Slipping from the saddle he unbuckled it and took it off his mare himself, hanging it on the stall barrier. He checked his mare’s legs and hooves for any stones or objects that could damage and was happy to find none. Patting his mare’s side he whispered to her in Sarmatian (asking for luck) before exiting the stall. Galahad appeared just in time to see Alowyn heading out of the stables and he had to jog quickly to catch up to her.

After a few moments they had arrived at the tavern and Galahad followed Alowyn inside. As they made their way over to a table near the fireplace Galahad took off his cloak and hung it over the back of the chair before the blondes words caught him by surprise.

“You are?” Galahad asked as an eyebrow shot upwards towards his brow. There was disbelief underpinning his voice as he was not really sure if Alowyn meant her words or was just trying to be polite. He hoped to the Gods that she did mean them because he was grateful for the opportunity to spend more time with the beautiful blond whom had captured his attention.

[Alowyn]

Even though she wasn’t going to really admit, well not at the moment at least, Alowyn was beginning to enjoy Galahad’s company. This was her ‘sit back and relax’ time, especially after a long day of training out in the snow. Most of the time though, that time was spent alone. Not today. Today, the young woman was lucky to be in Galahad’s presence, even if he had been the one to go out and look for her. Galahad was one of the very few that looked at her, as if she was a normal woman. Most of the people at Hadrian’s Wall looked at her as if she was a traitor, or a scoundrel. She was a Saxon who had mysteriously showed up in the city, so Aly didn’t really expect anything less than that.

Sure, on the outside, Aly had that ‘I don’t care what you say or think about me’ air to her, but deep down, she actually did. Alowyn was still a woman, who had a feelings, moods, and hormones. She just didn’t show them all that much, and when she did; it was in the comfort of her own personal quarters. Hell, she had been raised around men for the majority of her life – yes, she still had Kendall, and Caetrin, but that was it. And when you worked with men, your views changed tremendously. If you cried, they would view you as weak, and so on. So, Alowyn had eventually learned to keep everything bottled up inside, and it had remained that way for a while. It didn’t take very long before Alowyn and Galahad had arrived at the stables, each parting ways to take care of their horses.

Once Aly had made sure Seren was all settled in, and in good hands, she took a few minutes to check on Bron, before heading out of the stables. A few seconds later, Alowyn slowed her pace as the sound of jogging feet entered her ears, turning her head, watching as Galahad caught up with her. It didn’t take long before they had entered the inn, and were all settled down in a corner near the fireplace, with their goblets filled. This was exactly what she had been waiting for all day. Aly tilted her head to the side, lifting a brow at Galahad’s reaction. Was it really such as a surprise to him? ”Yes, I am. Most of the people here judge me as soon as they lay eyes on me, just because I’m a Saxon.” Aly said with a pause, catching his gaze, before continuing onwards. ”You don’t.”

her outfit – look in the icons & a cloak, her horse, her falcon.

[Galahad]

Galahad met Alowyn’s gaze, his own blue orbs staring at her intently as she spoke. Her words were filled with so much emotion and intent that they bounced around the Knights head as he slowly pulled out his chair and sat down. Blinking he looked away and found himself shrugging in response to her words.

“What right do I have to judge you?” Galahad asked as he brought his eyes back up to look at Alowyn. Gods she was beautiful, why did she have to be so damned beautiful? And why did he have to want her so much? “I am a Sarmatian and you a Saxon. We have spent years trying to kill each other. I have killed probably as many as you have… what right do I have to judge you when I also have blood on my hands?”

With another shrug Galahad looked down at his mug. He reached out and wrapped his long fingers around the cup, bringing it to his lips to take a much needed drink. The liquid ran down his throat, quenching his thirst and giving him something to do for a moment. But his words were true – what right did he have to judge when he had probably killed people that Alowyn had known, perhaps even friends? And she maybe had taken the life of Knights he had come to respect and admire over the years. They were just as guilty as each other so he had no right to judge her for being a Saxon. Swallowing his mouthful Galahad put his cup back onto the table with a small thud.

“Besides how could I judge someone so beautiful?” He said, the corner of his lips curling upwards ever so cheekily. His words were bold and Galahad could only hope they would have a positive affect on Alowyn.

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[Alowyn]

Alowyn slightly tilted her head back, lifting her blue gaze, peering at Galahad through dark lashes. There had been plenty of times when she had never felt so, lonely, you could say. It seemed as if it was her versus the rest of the world at times; especially when Steffan and the rest of her men were out riding around. She had, had a pretty good idea of what it was going to be like whenever she had first ventured to Hadrian’s Wall. But, never in a million years, did she ever think it would be like this. Alowyn had expected to be bad, but this just sucked. There were only a select few of people that she could honestly talk to, and they weren’t always around.

A few seconds passed as Alowyn held his gaze, before she broke it off; glancing down at her goblet. Galahad had a point: they had both killed plenty of people. But Galahad was a knight, he had a duty to protect the people. Then again, Aly had only killed those who attacked her. She, unlike her fellow Saxons, refrained from killing for the pleasure of it. The citizen’s of Hadrian’s Wall failed to understand that though. Then the fact the she was a woman, and a leader of a Saxon army; well, let’s just say that didn’t help her case one bit. ”Yes, but it was your duty to protect the people.” Alowyn said softly, giving a slight shrug of the shoulders.

Lifting a hand, Alowyn gently tucked a strand of stray blonde hair back behind her ear, before directing her gaze back to him. Wrapping thin fingers around the goblet, Aly lifted it to her mouth, taking a quick drink, before sitting it back down on the wooden table. His next words caught her by surprise; that was one of the nicest things she had heard since she had been at Hadrian’s Wall. ”You’re quite the flattering one, Galahad.” Alowyn said, giving a smile.

her outfit – look in the icons & a cloak, her horse, her falcon. & i’m sooo sorry it’s taken so long to get this up. work and school have been kicking my butt.

[Galahad]

Deep blue eyes looked at Alowyn as she said that it was his duty to protect the people of the fort and surrounding village. Yes it had been and yes it still was, but had her duty not been to her people? Even though they were Saxon’s and people whom Galahad had grown up both hating and fearing was it still not the same? Did Alowyn not fight to protect those that she loved and cared about? At the end of the day it was all the same, both sides fighting to protect people they cared for….

Galahad’s attention was ripped away from his thoughts when Alowyn lifted her hand and tucked a strand of her golden hair behind her ears. Gods above she had beautiful hair! Even against the flickering of the fire it seemed to shine brightly and remind him of the golden wheat fields of his home. How funny a Saxon reminding him of home?!

A flush of red swept across Galahad’s cheeks as Alowyn commented that he was flattering her. The corner of his lips curled upwards in a cheeky smile and he had to look away and down at his cup of ale. He shrugged his shoulders trying to play the comment on her beauty off but inside he was quite glad that she had heard and accepted it. “Can’t help myself when I’m sitting next to such a beautiful woman…”

Alright so that sounded extremely lame and the moment the words left his lips Galahad instantly regretted how they sounded! Why couldn’t he have the charm and skill that Lancelot did?!

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