Thomas sat up quickly. He'd kissed a woman - a thnig he'd vowed on his own life and honor he'd never do. He felt his heart beating quickly, partly from arousal and partly in panic. He'd betrayed everything he stood for.<br/><br/>No..a dream. He reached up to wipe a wrist over his sweaty brow, blinking rapidly to clear his blurred vision. It'd been a dream, but so real, so perfect - but if it was just a simple dream, why was he so sure he could still taste that woman on his lips?<br/><br/>That woman. He'd never seen anyone like her. For his own sake, he hoped he never would again.<br/><br/>He sat up in bed, shaking his head before standing to walk over to the water barrell. Thankfully, his squire had been kind enough to fill it, and he eagerly dipped his hand in to wash his face. All these dreams in recent days..he never seemed to get any rest when he slept anymore. He hoped they would simply go away.<br/><br/>And he hoped if he ever saw that woman again, he would be strong enough to honor the oaths he'd taken.