DISCLAIMER: The characters Toris, Cyrene, Xena, Gabrielle, and Argo are the property of MCA/Renaissance Pictures and Studios USA. No copyright infringement is intended, and this story is purely non-profit. All other characters in this story are entirely the products of my imagination and do not originate from any literary or other sources. No one else can be blamed for them except me. My apologies.
WARNING: I don't believe this story merits an R rating, but the subtext is present, involving two women who share a romantic relationship and a deep friendship. If that's not your thing or it makes you uncomfortable, feel free to click away.
Violence: This is Xena we're talking about, so expect the occasional threat, but nothing too intense.
Feel free to contact me at: sjbeckerson@gmail.com
"Animal, mineral, or vegetable?" Xena asked absentmindedly, her tone edged with mild sarcasm as her eyes scanned the horizon, ever vigilant even in the calmest moments. Gabrielle knew that despite Xena’s apparent distraction, she never truly let her guard down.
"Vegetable," Gabrielle replied enthusiastically, casting a quick glance back at the gates of Philippi, now barely visible. After days of battle, these little games were her way of reconnecting with Xena, reminding her that there was more to life than just swords and conflict.
Xena raised an eyebrow, never taking her eyes off their surroundings. Though she played along, her questions always had a practical edge. Letting her guard down completely was never easy for her.
"Does it have a flower?" she asked, scrutinizing the nearby vegetation as if searching for something beyond the answer to her question.
"A very pretty one," Gabrielle said with a smile, enjoying the game as much as the company. "Come on, Xena, it’s not that hard. Want a hint?"
Xena sighed softly, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips. It was the kind of expression reserved only for Gabrielle, a wordless gesture of affection.
"Is it nearby?" Xena asked, more invested in the game than she would admit.
"We’re getting closer," Gabrielle teased, maintaining the mystery. She watched Xena with that familiar sparkle in her eyes—the one that appeared whenever she managed to capture the warrior’s attention, even if just for a moment.
Xena’s gaze fixed on a nearby plant with long leaves and a vibrant pink flower. She pointed confidently.
"Is it the oleander?" she asked, her tone calm but laced with a touch of satisfaction.
"Yes," Gabrielle said, approaching the plant and observing the flower with curiosity. As she reached out to touch it, Xena moved with her characteristic speed and precision, stopping her just in time.
"Don’t touch it," Xena warned, her voice firm yet tinged with a subtle concern. "They’re poisonous."
Gabrielle looked at Xena, surprised by her quick reaction. There was something comforting in knowing that Xena was always one step ahead, protecting her from danger, even the small ones.
"Thanks," Gabrielle said, still feeling the warmth where Xena’s hand had gripped her arm. It was a familiar gesture, a reminder of how many times Xena had stepped in to keep her safe, no matter how insignificant the risk seemed.
They walked on in silence for a while until Gabrielle began rubbing her temple, feeling a sharp pain. She tried to ignore it, but the discomfort only grew.
"I’m getting these sharp pains in my head," she murmured, trying to keep her tone light so as not to sound whiny. She always admired how Xena endured fatigue and pain without a hint of complaint.
Xena stopped immediately, her eyes scanning Gabrielle’s face intently. She touched Gabrielle’s forehead with the back of her hand, a gesture so natural yet filled with a concern she rarely showed openly.
"How long have you been feeling like this?" Xena asked, her voice softer than usual, revealing a side of her that only Gabrielle ever saw.
"Not long," Gabrielle shrugged, trying to downplay it even as the pain intensified. She rubbed her forehead again, and Xena didn’t miss the change in her expression.
"You probably inhaled too much oleander," Xena explained, ever direct. "Some people are more sensitive to its scent. It can cause headaches and dizziness."
Gabrielle nodded, trusting Xena’s judgment as she always did. Xena wasn’t just a warrior; she was her protector, and Gabrielle knew that no matter what, Xena would do whatever it took to keep her safe.
"How long will it last?" Gabrielle asked, more to hear Xena’s voice than out of genuine concern.
"The farther we get from the plant, the better," Xena said with her usual calm. Then she mounted Argo and extended her hand. "Come on, let’s move faster."
Gabrielle hesitated briefly before taking Xena’s hand. It was a gesture they had repeated countless times, yet it never lost its significance. Riding with Xena wasn’t just about getting from one place to another; it was a moment of closeness that Gabrielle cherished more than she’d ever admit.
She sat behind Xena, resting her head against her back, letting the rhythm of the warrior’s breathing soothe her. The headache began to ease, and as they rode together, Gabrielle allowed herself to enjoy the quiet comfort of being so close to Xena.
As they set up camp later, Gabrielle took the opportunity to relax and write. She sat by the fire, pulling out her parchment and quill, letting the day’s memories flow onto the page. She glanced at Xena from the corner of her eye, watching as the warrior fished with a rare serenity that only surfaced in these quiet moments.
Gabrielle smiled to herself. No matter how dangerous their adventures were, every story she wrote was filled not just with action, but with the small gestures of protection and care that Xena offered without a second thought. These details made Xena's feats more than just epic—they were acts of love and protection, and Gabrielle never tired of capturing them.
She paused, letting her quill rest on the parchment as her thoughts drifted. “How many village girls have experienced what I have? How many have met kings, heroes, even gods?” she mused, marveling once again at her own journey. From a young dreamer in Potidaea to a bard chronicling legendary adventures, her life had transformed in ways she never imagined.
“Being with Xena has given me endless experiences and unforgettable adventures. I’ve learned so much by her side.” Gabrielle sighed, thinking of the moments of danger, the little victories, the stolen moments of peace, and the silences that spoke louder than words. Sometimes she wondered if Xena realized just how deeply she had influenced her, how she had inspired her to become more than she ever dreamed.
“Does Xena know how much this means to me? She’s so brilliant, wise, and strong—beyond anything I ever thought a woman could be.” Gabrielle remembered the stories she’d been told as a child about women being submissive, compliant, confined to lesser roles. But Xena had shown her something different: a woman could be powerful, bold, and free, driven by her own choices and no one else’s rules.
Gabrielle bit her lip, feeling a mix of admiration and something deeper that she often found hard to put into words. “Xena, don’t you know? You’re my hero…” she thought, her eyes misting for a moment. It wasn’t just for the battles they fought but for everything Xena embodied: the courage to face her own demons, the will to change, and the fierce, unbreakable spirit that lay beneath her armor.
Gabrielle picked up her quill again, ready to continue writing, this time with a smile that reflected the gratitude and admiration she felt. Because even though Xena didn’t always know it, every story Gabrielle told was a tribute to the woman who had forever changed her life.
Gabrielle harbored a deep admiration for the warrior, something she expressed daily through her writings, her poems, and every glance she cast her way. However, this feeling was now accompanied by another, just as intense—perhaps even more so—which the bard struggled to suppress, especially given that Xena was her closest friend. It wasn’t easy, particularly when Xena went off to bathe. To avoid inappropriate thoughts, Gabrielle would bury herself in her parchments, editing her texts, jotting down new ideas, or sketching potential adventures—all to resist the urge to watch her secretly, something she had done on occasion, each time leaving her with a lingering sense of guilt toward the one who had given her unwavering trust.
When Xena returned from fishing, she found Gabrielle still lost in thought, so absorbed that she didn’t notice her approach. They were out in the open, and any lapse in attention could be dangerous, an opportunity for enemies. Xena knew this kind of distraction was a serious mistake, and though Gabrielle was no longer a beginner, her vulnerability still concerned her.
“Gabrielle,” Xena called, raising her voice a little. “Gabrielle!”
Startled, Gabrielle jumped to her feet, instinctively gripping her staff, ready to defend herself. She scanned the campsite, and when she saw everything was calm, she looked at Xena with a mix of confusion and alertness.
“What’s going on?” she asked, noticing the four large fish Xena had caught. Assuming that was the reason Xena had called, Gabrielle reached for them and began cleaning them with practiced movements, then placed them in the pan, adding some spices she had gathered from the forest.
“You need to be more careful,” Xena scolded, her tone serious, making Gabrielle look up in surprise. “When I got back, you were completely lost in your thoughts; you didn’t even hear me.”
“Xena, you’re very stealthy,” Gabrielle replied, trying to justify her distraction, though she knew deep down Xena was right. She’d been so focused on avoiding her own thoughts that she had completely disconnected from her surroundings—a dangerous mistake given the constant risks they faced.
“Gabrielle, plenty of attackers are silent; you need to use all your senses.” Xena looked at her intently, emphasizing each word with the kind of intensity she reserved for her most serious advice. “All your senses,” she repeated, making it clear that her concern ran deeper than just this moment.
Gabrielle nodded, accepting the criticism without arguing. She had learned to recognize when Xena was right, and this was one of those moments. “You’re right, I’ll do better. Xena, can I ask you something?”
Xena raised an eyebrow, surprised by Gabrielle’s unusually formal approach. “Since when do you need permission to ask me something?” she smirked, a hint of irony in her voice. “Usually, you just ask. But go ahead, it sounds serious.”
Gabrielle hesitated for a moment, as if the weight of her question was too much. “Do you still love Marcus? Or Hercules, or even Ulysses?”
Xena, who was drinking water at that moment, choked and coughed, caught off guard by the unexpected turn in the conversation. “It wasn’t really love,” she replied honestly, though still a bit thrown. “But why are you asking that?”
Gabrielle lowered her gaze, fiddling with the parchment in her hands, searching for the right way to express her thoughts without revealing too much. “Just curious,” she said, trying to sound casual while her heart pounded. “You say it wasn’t love, so what did you feel for them?”
Xena took a moment to think, her gaze drifting to a distant point in the campsite, as if revisiting memories she didn’t often explore. “I cared about Marcus; we had a complicated past, but we understood each other. He became someone I could trust, but it was never love. Hercules… he saved me when I was in a dark place, and I’ll always feel a special fondness for him, but it was more gratitude and respect than love. And Ulysses… he was a good man, but what we had was fleeting, a brief attraction that faded quickly. None of it was true love,” she concluded, with a rare frankness.
Gabrielle listened closely, and although Xena’s words were sincere, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of relief. A brief smile crossed her face, but as she met Xena’s gaze, it faded, giving way to a deeper, more confusing feeling.
“Xena, have you ever truly loved anyone?” Gabrielle asked, her eyes searching Xena’s face for any hint of emotion. “How do you know what love is? What does it feel like?”
Xena fell silent, taken aback by Gabrielle’s direct question. It wasn’t something she often contemplated, much less discussed. Her eyes softened, and for a moment, she let her guard down, revealing a glimpse of vulnerability she rarely showed.
“Lao Ma showed me what love could be. Love…” Xena began, carefully choosing her words. “It’s complicated. It’s not just about attraction or grand gestures; sometimes it’s quiet, a constant presence. It’s wanting to protect someone, even from themselves. It’s caring more than you say, feeling more than you show…” her voice trailed off, her thoughts drifting momentarily to Gabrielle. She had never fully expressed the depth of her feelings, partly because she didn’t completely understand them herself.
A small silence settled between them as Gabrielle tended to the cooking fish, until Xena’s voice broke through again.
“Yes, I have loved, and I still do,” Xena admitted with rare honesty. Gabrielle felt her heart skip a beat hearing those words. There was a touch of sadness on her face, but also a flicker of curiosity she couldn’t suppress. Xena, noticing Gabrielle’s expression, decided to continue, more open than usual. “That person can make your heart race with just a look. For her, I’d go to the Elysian Fields or even to the depths of the Underworld.”
Xena touched her chest with one hand, her voice softening, as if what she was about to say was meant more for herself than Gabrielle.
“The fish! It’s burning,” Xena suddenly said, snapping back to her practical tone.
Gabrielle snapped back to reality, quickly turning her attention to the fish, which had started to burn. She flipped it over and scraped off the scorched bits with a knife, trying to stay calm while her thoughts continued to swirl.
The fish was saved, but her emotions were still in turmoil. She glanced at Xena out of the corner of her eye, watching the warrior sharpen her sword with the usual concentration that never failed to impress her.
“What are you smiling at, Gabrielle?” Xena asked, not taking her eyes off the blade but catching the odd expression on the bard’s face. Gabrielle always seemed to be lost in thought, but today she looked different, as if she had found an answer to a question she hadn’t even asked.
“Oh, nothing. Just thinking about something funny I wrote in one of my scrolls,” Gabrielle replied with a nervous laugh, trying to hide the real reason behind her smile. She sat beside Xena, sharing the fish in silence, though her thoughts kept drifting back to the warrior’s confession.
she decided to change the subject, partly to break the silence and partly to distract herself from her own feelings. “Where exactly are we meeting Toris?” she asked, chewing slowly as she kept her eyes on Xena.
Xena relaxed a little, grateful for the change of topic. “In Abdera. He’s there buying and selling goods; we won’t stay long,” she said, though there was a slight unease in her voice that she tried to mask. Gabrielle had a way of asking questions that always dug a little deeper.
“But isn’t his birthday coming up?” Gabrielle pressed, recalling something Xena had mentioned before. “You said you’d celebrate it together as a family. It would be nice to be there for him.”
Xena nodded, acknowledging the importance of her promise. Family was always complicated for her, but Gabrielle had a way of reminding her to cherish those moments. “Yeah, I promised I’d be there. I don’t want to let him down, but we can’t stay long. There’s a lot that needs our attention,” Xena said, her thoughts torn between her commitment to Toris and the tension she felt around Gabrielle.
Gabrielle nodded, understanding, but she couldn’t help being intrigued by the mix of determination and uncertainty in Xena. “Xena, I know you’ll keep your promise. Toris will be happy to see you, and I know you want to see him too,” she said softly, trying to support her without pushing too much.
Xena stood up, suddenly restless and needing to clear her mind. “I’m going to take a look around,” she announced, walking away with her sword in hand, leaving Gabrielle by the fire.
Gabrielle watched her go, noticing the stiffness in Xena’s movements, as if the warrior was struggling with something she couldn’t quite put into words.
Xena approached Argo, gently running her fingers through the mare’s mane as she tried to sort out her thoughts. “Argo, Gabrielle…” she began, speaking to her loyal horse as if she could understand. “She’s fallen in love. But with who?” Argo snorted softly, almost as if the answer was obvious. “Could it be Toris?” Xena wondered, though the thought twisted her insides.
Argo snorted again, almost mockingly, and Xena couldn’t help but smile at the absurdity of her own suspicions. “It’s not Hercules, and it’s not anyone else we know…” she murmured, more to herself than to Argo. “Then who? Gabrielle seemed so… hopeful.”
Meanwhile, Gabrielle touched her chest, mirroring Xena’s earlier gesture. The quickened beat of her heart caught her off guard. “Yes, I feel it,” she thought, recalling Xena’s words about loving a woman. She smiled—a small, hesitant smile, but one filled with a new sense of hope.
Gabrielle nodded to herself, biting her lip as she sensed something unspoken between them, something they both understood but neither dared to acknowledge. She returned to her writing, but this time her heart felt heavier, full of questions and emotions she couldn’t ignore.
Xena sighed as she patted Argo’s back, her thoughts tangled in the words she had shared with Gabrielle moments before. She had spoken of love with a sincerity she rarely allowed herself, but seeing Gabrielle so different, so quietly joyful, made her question her own feelings. Sometimes, Xena was struck by how hard it was to express what was truly in her heart, especially when it came to Gabrielle.
Argo snorted softly again, as if she sensed her rider’s unease, and Xena smiled faintly, feeling the weight of her own emotions. “If only you knew, Argo… If only you knew how much she means to me.”
Meanwhile, Gabrielle lay on her bedroll, staring up at the sky and trying to steady her racing heart. Xena’s words kept echoing in her mind: loves a woman. That phrase repeated itself over and over, stirring a mix of hope and fear within her. Could it be that Xena was talking about her? Or was Gabrielle just clinging to an impossible wish? Or maybe it was about Lao Ma?
She closed her eyes, recalling every moment she’d shared with Xena—every glance, every gesture. The warrior was her guide, her friend, the person she admired most in the world. But there was something more, something that had slowly grown between them, something Gabrielle didn’t know how to define without fearing it might ruin what they had. She wondered if Xena could feel the same, if those heartfelt words could have been meant for her.
When Xena returned from her patrol, she sat by the fire in silence, watching the flames dance. Gabrielle, sitting beside her, glanced over, noticing a more relaxed but still thoughtful expression on the warrior’s face. There was something in the way Xena looked at her that made Gabrielle feel as though not everything had been said, that maybe, in those silences, lay feelings they were both afraid to explore.
“Xena…” Gabrielle whispered, breaking the stillness of the night. The warrior looked at her, her blue eyes reflecting the glow of the fire.
“Yes?” Xena replied, her voice soft in that way only Gabrielle knew.
Gabrielle hesitated, caught between fear and hope. She could have said so many things, but in the end, she just managed to smile.
“Thank you for always being by my side,” she finally said, her words simple but filled with deep meaning.
Xena watched her in silence, nodding slightly as a warm feeling spread through her chest. She could sense the weight of what wasn’t being said, but she also knew that, somehow, they were fine like this. Together, even in uncertainty, they were stronger than anything the world could throw at them.
“I always will be,” Xena replied, and though her words were few, there was an infinite promise in her gaze.
They stayed there, sharing the same moon and stars, connected by a bond that went beyond what they dared to confess. Perhaps one day they would put a name to what they felt, but for now, just having each other was enough.
The next morning dawned cloudy and cold, with a storm brewing in the air. Xena woke up, and as she stretched out her arm, she noticed Gabrielle’s absence. She sat up quickly, her senses instantly alert. She looked around, surprised to find Gabrielle preparing breakfast—something unusual for the bard, who usually slept in until Xena dragged her out of her deep sleep.
“All right, who are you and what have you done with my little bard?” Xena joked, her tone light but her eyes still curious. Seeing Gabrielle so awake this early was a rare sight.
Gabrielle turned, her smile seeming to light up even the grey morning. “It just feels like a good day,” she said, and though her voice was cheerful, there was an undertone in her words that Xena couldn’t quite decipher. It was as if Gabrielle was clinging to that optimism with an unusual determination.
Xena glanced up at the dark clouds blocking the sun and then looked back at Gabrielle with a raised eyebrow, doubting the weather could justify her friend’s good mood.
“Breakfast? I made some tea,” Gabrielle offered, handing her a cup with a warm, exotic aroma.
Xena accepted the tea and tasted the peculiar flavor mingling with the heat. Gabrielle had likely found this blend in Philippi, always eager to explore new tastes. As she took a bite of cheese and bread, Xena ate in silence, stealing furtive glances at Gabrielle, trying to unravel what was on the bard’s mind.
“Before we meet up with Toris, we should get him a gift,” Gabrielle said, breaking the silence. Xena let out a deep sigh, already anticipating Gabrielle’s persistence.
“Xena, you’ve got to buy him something. He’s your brother, and this is the first birthday you’ll actually be there for. Don’t be stubborn; just do it,” Gabrielle said with a mischievous smile, pushing the exact buttons she knew would irritate the warrior but also get her to give in.
Xena rolled her eyes, her expression resigned. She hated the feeling of emotional obligation, but Gabrielle was right, and they both knew it. “We need to get going soon; there’s still a long way to Abdera,” Xena said, shifting back to the practical, her comfort zone. “It doesn’t look like it’s going to rain just yet, but we should get moving. If we pick up the pace, we’ll reach it by nightfall.”
As they packed up camp, Xena frowned. Gabrielle was unusually quiet, and that worried her. She’s too quiet. She must like Toris. On top of everything, I’ll have to deal with her as my sister-in-law. The gods must hate me—they’ve condemned me to a living Hades. The thought struck her as absurd, almost comical, but she couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling.
Gabrielle, meanwhile, was lost in her own thoughts. Who could be the woman Xena loves? she wondered, trying to unravel the complex and sometimes impenetrable mind of her friend.
She glanced at Xena briefly, hoping to find some answers in her expression, but was startled when she realized Xena was watching her too. Their smiles were brief and tinged with uncertainty, and Gabrielle turned her attention back to the path, feeling like whatever hope she’d had was slipping away as quickly as it had appeared. She has to be someone incredible for Xena to notice her. I can’t compete with that.
Now she’s sighing; she definitely loves Toris, Xena thought, glancing at Gabrielle, who walked silently, missing her usual spark. What’s going on with her? Gabrielle never stops surprising me. Just as Xena was about to ask, Gabrielle surprised her with one of those unexpected questions she was known for.
“Xena, do you think I’m pretty?” Gabrielle asked suddenly, her gaze fixed on the trees lining the path, her cheeks tinged with a blush. “Be honest, I’m an adult—I can take it.”
Xena looked at her, surprised, taking a second to process the question. It wasn’t something she expected to hear from Gabrielle. “Well no, Gabrielle, you’re not pretty,” Xena said with the bluntness she sometimes used as a shield. Seeing Gabrielle’s slight disappointment, she quickly corrected herself. “You’re very beautiful.” Her words were softer, almost a whisper meant only for Gabrielle.
Gabrielle felt the ground shift beneath her feet for a moment, but Xena’s words brought a blush back to her cheeks. Very beautiful? she thought, surprised, feeling a mix of relief and confusion. “Thanks,” she whispered, her voice barely audible as she tried to regain her composure.
They continued the rest of the journey in silence, making brief stops for Argo to rest and to gather their strength. True to Xena’s calculations, they kept a steady pace and reached Abdera just after nightfall, right before the storm broke on the horizon.
“While you settle Argo, I’ll look for an inn,” Gabrielle suggested, always practical and already planning their next steps.
“No,” Xena replied firmly, without hesitation. “Abdera is big, and it’s not safe to split up, not even for a moment. We’ll go together.”
Gabrielle nodded, understanding Xena’s reasoning. They took Argo to the stable and then entered an inn that, at first glance, seemed well-kept and secure. Xena, ever vigilant, scanned the patrons, her sharp gaze assessing every potential threat.
“Gabrielle, I’ll wait for you at that table,” Xena said, pointing to a strategic corner where she could see the entire room. “Order whatever you want to eat; I trust your choice.”
Gabrielle smiled slightly, nodded, and headed toward the bar. As she did, Xena settled into her spot, observing every movement with her usual vigilance, her mind still occupied with Gabrielle’s unexpected question and what she’d seen in the bard’s eyes. There was no denying that they were both navigating uncertain waters, and though neither of them said it aloud, the tension between them continued to build, like the storm looming on the horizon.
“What can I get you?” asked the burly innkeeper in a raspy voice, his eyes flicking briefly to his regulars. “Yakin, knock it off, or I’ll toss you out!” he barked at one of the rowdy drinkers in the back.
“A room and a bath, please,” Gabrielle replied with a polite smile, keeping her tone friendly despite the noisy atmosphere. “How much would that be?”
“Twenty dinars, but for pretty girl like you, I’ll give a discount,” the innkeeper said with a toothless grin, clearly pleased with his own “generosity.”
“Twenty dinars? That’s daylight robbery; I think I’ll find another inn,” Gabrielle retorted, feigning indignation as she turned to leave. The innkeeper, not wanting to lose a potential customer, quickly reacted.
“Maybe we can work something out... how about fifteen dinars? It’s a good deal,” he said, trying to sound convincing while weighing his options.
Gabrielle gave him a knowing look. “Listen, I just came from another inn offering a luxury room, three meals for two, and a bath for twelve dinars. So, if you can’t beat that price, I’m heading there without a second thought,” she negotiated skillfully, her tone confident.
The innkeeper sighed, realizing Gabrielle wasn’t easy to fool. “Fine, fine. I’ll give you a room, three meals for two, and a bath for ten dinars, but that’s my final offer,” he conceded with a reluctant gesture.
Gabrielle smiled, satisfied. “You’ve got yourself a customer,” she said as the innkeeper pointed her toward the room.
“I’d like stew for two and some wine, please,” Gabrielle added before heading back to the table where Xena was waiting. She loved haggling—a skill she had perfected while traveling with Xena. As she walked, she noticed a few eyes on her, which widened her smile, though her satisfaction was cut short when a large man stepped in her path, grabbing her waist with rough, dirty hands.
“Haven’t your parents told you that pretty girls shouldn’t wander around here alone?” the man sneered, his voice dripping with mockery as his friends roared with laughter.
Before Gabrielle could respond, Xena’s cold, controlled voice cut through the noise. “Haven’t your parents told you it’s forbidden to touch a woman without her permission? Because if you do, her companions might just break your legs,” Xena said, grabbing the man by the nape with a firm grip, just enough to show him she meant business.
The man released Gabrielle instantly, his eyes wide with fear at the sight of the warrior.
“Gabrielle, wait for me at the table,” Xena ordered, her gaze fixed on the man.
Gabrielle nodded and made her way back to the table, her heart still racing. A young waiter arrived with the stew and wine she’d ordered, but Gabrielle found it hard to focus on the food, her eyes on Xena as she dealt with the man. Xena needed only a few words and a stern look to make it clear she was not to be messed with. The man and his friends quickly backed down, sitting quietly, pale and subdued.
Xena returned to the table, her expression relaxed but her eyes still sharp and vigilant.
“Everything okay?” Gabrielle asked, tasting the stew. “It’s not bad.”
“All good. And you?” Xena replied, taking a spoonful of the stew and nodding in approval. “Not bad, but yours is much better.”
Gabrielle smiled, feeling safe and grateful. “Thanks to a certain warrior by my side,” she said with a hint of flirtation she couldn’t quite hide. “So, what are you planning to buy for your brother?”
Xena sighed, pausing for a moment. “I have no idea. We’ve been apart for so long, and we weren’t close when we were kids. I don’t know what he’d like,” she admitted, her tone serious but tinged with a sadness that only Gabrielle could see.
“The best thing would be to head to the market early tomorrow and have a look around. I’m sure we’ll find something with all the variety there. We’ll split the cost, okay?” Gabrielle suggested, knowing it was the best way to motivate Xena.
Xena nodded, silently grateful for the suggestion. They finished their dinner quickly as the inn became more crowded with loud, drunken patrons. Deciding to avoid the commotion, they headed up to their room, with Gabrielle leading the way after getting directions from the innkeeper.
When she opened the door, Gabrielle froze, stunned. The room was extravagantly decorated with a garish pink bedspread, white pillows embroidered with hearts, and candles placed strategically around. Gabrielle was left speechless, slamming the door shut and leaning against it, her expression a mix of disbelief and nervous laughter.
“What’s wrong?” Xena asked, alarmed by Gabrielle’s reaction.
“I think the innkeeper gave us the wrong room…” Gabrielle murmured, still processing what she had seen.
Xena frowned and moved forward to open the door, but Gabrielle tried to block her. “No, Xena, don’t open it!” Gabrielle exclaimed, sounding desperate, though she knew it was pointless.
Xena easily moved Gabrielle aside and stepped into the room, leaving the door wide open. Her eyes swept the scene in disbelief. In all her travels, she had never encountered such ridiculous decor. It was clearly a honeymoon suite or a room meant for lovers. Despite the absurdity, she noticed that the room had its own private bath—a rare luxury.
Xena checked out the bathroom, finding a heart-shaped tub large enough for two. For a moment, she let herself imagine sharing the space with Gabrielle, and the thought surprised her. She didn’t mind it at all.
Gabrielle, holding back laughter, went out to speak with the innkeeper, determined to sort out the mix-up. But she returned shortly after, still smiling. “Sorry, Xena, but this is the last room available. It wasn’t a mistake; apparently, we’ve ended up in the lovers’ suite.”
Xena, waiting in the hallway with her arms crossed, raised an eyebrow and shot Gabrielle an accusing look, though a slight smile tugged at her lips.
“I really am sorry,” Gabrielle tried to contain her laughter, but it finally burst out.
“Yeah, sure, I can see how sorry you are,” Xena replied, unable to resist smiling at Gabrielle’s infectious amusement. Xena sighed and looked at the room again. “Well, we’ve got no choice but to stay. It’s just a room to rest in, although…” Xena glanced around at the decor again. “Looks like Aphrodite’s handiwork.”
Gabrielle collapsed onto the bed, still laughing, while Xena closed the door behind them, resigned but oddly comforted by sharing this unexpected moment. Despite the tacky decor, the company made it feel just right.
“This style is definitely Dite’s,” Gabrielle chuckled, imagining how Aphrodite would be delighted by the room’s over-the-top decor. “Though she’d probably add even more. How’s the bathroom?”
“The tub is heart-shaped,” Xena said, her voice a mix of disbelief and resignation.
Gabrielle covered her mouth, stifling her laughter. “Don’t you dare tell anyone about this, or put it in one of your scrolls,” Xena warned, struggling to keep a straight face.
“It would make a great comedy—the story of how we ended up in a lovers’ suite, with hearts everywhere…” Gabrielle joked, but Xena’s glare quickly silenced her.
“That doesn’t work on me anymore, warrior,” Gabrielle teased, knowing Xena rarely truly intimidated her.
Xena approached swiftly, her stance threatening but playfully so. She raised an eyebrow—the one she used when she wanted her way—and a mischievous smile spread across her lips. She didn’t break eye contact, moving close enough for Gabrielle to feel the intensity of her presence.
“I promise, my lips are sealed,” Gabrielle said, raising her hands in surrender.
Xena stepped back, satisfied. Just then, there was a knock at the door. “Must be the ones coming to prep the tub,” Xena remarked.
Every time Gabrielle looked at Xena in that room, a laugh would escape her, and now, seeing her lying back in the heart-shaped tub with her eyes closed, Gabrielle had to bite her lip to keep from interrupting Xena’s moment of relaxation. She approached slowly, deciding to do something extra for the warrior. Her hands settled on Xena’s shoulders, tense at first from the unexpected touch, and began to gently massage, enjoying the warmth of her skin and the way her muscles tensed under her touch.
“You’ve got knots,” Gabrielle whispered, feeling how Xena’s muscles started to loosen beneath her hands. “Just relax, I’ll work them out.”
“I know,” Xena murmured, her voice low and husky with the pleasure of the massage. “You’ve got magic hands…” she sighed softly, allowing herself a rare moment of vulnerability.
Gabrielle smiled to herself, pleased to take care of Xena in such an intimate way, something that didn’t happen often. She continued the massage until the knots disappeared beneath her fingers. Without thinking much about it, she slipped off her own clothes and climbed into the tub next to Xena, savoring the warmth of the water.
“Better?” Gabrielle asked with a smile, though she already knew the answer.
Xena opened one eye slowly and met Gabrielle’s bright green gaze. “Much better,” she replied, offering a grateful smile. “Thank you.”
“What would you do without me, huh?” Gabrielle teased playfully, knowing how capable Xena was but enjoying the moment. “You have to admit, I do make your life easier.”
“Yes, when I’m not busy saving your neck,” Xena retorted, her tone sharper than intended. The atmosphere shifted instantly, and Gabrielle tensed, rising from the tub with a hurt expression. She quickly wrapped herself in a linen towel, her eyes avoiding Xena’s.
Xena realized her mistake when she saw Gabrielle’s expression and got out of the tub without hesitation, unconcerned by her own nakedness. She caught up to Gabrielle before she could leave the room, gently grabbing her arm and lifting her chin so their eyes could meet. “Gabrielle, it was a joke. I love saving your neck,” Xena said sincerely, but Gabrielle seemed lost in her own thoughts.
Gabrielle lunged forward and hugged Xena tightly, still clutching the towel that barely separated them. Get a grip, Gabrielle, she’s naked, she reminded herself, but she couldn’t help feeling the warmth of their contact. Reluctantly, she pulled away and noticed a flicker of something in Xena’s eyes—something that looked like disappointment, though it was so brief that Gabrielle wondered if she’d imagined it.
“Xena, you said what you meant,” Gabrielle shrugged, her voice trembling slightly. “I shouldn’t be upset. You’re right. Instead of making your life easier, I complicate it. I don’t even know why you keep me around and haven’t just left me in some village,” she said, lowering her head as a solitary tear rolled down her cheek.
Xena looked at her, knowing she wasn’t great with words, but she needed Gabrielle to understand. “You know I’m not good at talking, not like you,” she said, and Gabrielle lifted her head, her eyes full of sadness. “I like having you by my side; you’re special to me, more than you realize. I couldn’t do what I do without you,” Xena confessed, watching as Gabrielle’s eyes shimmered with emotion and surprise. “You, my bard, make my life easier,” she added, gently brushing Gabrielle’s cheek and smiling with a sweetness she rarely showed.
Gabrielle wiped away her tears, smiling faintly. “And you say you’re no good with words. Good thing, or you’d be my competition,” she joked, trying to lift her spirits. “Xena, I’m glad you think that because I…”
Xena looked at her expectantly, her heart beating a little faster. What, Gabrielle? What are you trying to say? she thought, feeling a strange knot in her stomach.
“Because I don’t want to make things harder for you,” Gabrielle said, turning her gaze away. I almost messed up. Yet, she caught a look of disappointment in Xena’s eyes, one she couldn’t deny seeing this time.
“Well, I’m glad we cleared that up,” Xena concluded, trying to mask her own disappointment, as Gabrielle nodded. “I’d better dry off,” Xena said, grabbing a towel and starting to dry her hair first.
Gabrielle allowed herself to watch for a moment, admiring Xena’s strength and beauty before guilt forced her to look away. She blushed, realizing she’d been staring too long, and without thinking, she rushed out of the room, unable to explain to Xena what she felt if the warrior noticed.
Xena stood still, watching Gabrielle flee. She knew there was something they were both avoiding, but the fear of losing what they had always seemed to win. And deep down, Xena wondered how much longer she could keep ignoring what she truly felt.
When Xena returned to the room, she was already wearing a white nightshirt that contrasted with her usual armor. Her movements were relaxed, but her gaze immediately fell on Gabrielle, who was still wrapped in a towel. Xena raised an amused eyebrow.
“Still in a towel?” Xena remarked, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “What’s the matter, Gabrielle?”
Gabrielle turned around, looking embarrassed but keeping the tone light. “Well… I knew I was forgetting something,” she replied, smiling as she scratched the back of her neck. “I’ve been looking for my shirt, but I can’t find it,” she explained, searching the room again. Gabrielle was sure she had left the garment on the chair before getting into the tub, but now it seemed to have vanished.
“Maybe you left it in Argo’s saddlebag,” Xena suggested, reclining on the bed, her eyes following Gabrielle’s every nervous movement. There was something genuinely amusing about seeing the bard so flustered. “Gabrielle, we have to get up early tomorrow,” Xena added with a yawn, closing her eyes as if the situation were perfectly normal.
“But Xena, I can’t find it!” Gabrielle protested, gesturing toward the empty chair. “I swear I left it right there. How am I supposed to sleep without my shirt?”
Xena didn’t respond. When Gabrielle turned around, she realized that the warrior was already fast asleep, breathing peacefully as if she hadn’t a care in the world. Frustrated, Gabrielle kept searching a little longer, but after failing to find her shirt, she finally gave up. Nervously, she dropped the towel and slipped into bed, trying to calm her racing thoughts.
I can do this. I’m an adult. It’s simple… Just don’t think about being naked with Xena right next to you. Gabrielle tensed, closed her eyes, and tried to relax. Now I’m thinking about it. She took a deep breath and reassured herself: Calm down, breathe, just close your damn eyes and go to sleep.
She squeezed her eyes shut, but they flew open again when Xena shifted, the movement causing the sheets to rustle slightly. Gabrielle swallowed hard, clutching the sheets, feeling Xena’s warmth beside her. Stay calm, just think about something else. One piglet, two piglets, three piglets…
The torches, nearly burnt out, left the room in a soft dimness. Gabrielle’s only companions were Xena’s gentle snores and the steady rhythm of her breathing. A thousand piglets, a thousand and one, a thousand and two… Gabrielle couldn’t keep counting; Morpheus, tired of the endless piglets, finally pulled her into the world of dreams.
“Come on, sleepyhead, wake up,” Xena whispered at dawn, giving her a gentle nudge. “Gabrielle, wake up!” she repeated, raising her voice when she didn’t get a response.
Xena leaned closer, noticing that Gabrielle wasn’t waking up. Determined to rouse her, Xena gently tugged at the blankets but noticed that Gabrielle was clutching them tightly. Xena carefully pried Gabrielle’s hands away and pulled back the blanket, only to be met with a sight she hadn’t expected. Gabrielle’s bare chest was exposed, and Xena froze, stunned.
Gabrielle shifted, feeling the morning chill, and curled up in the bed, ending up in an even more revealing position. Xena swallowed hard, her eyes tracing every detail of Gabrielle’s form before quickly covering her up again. By the gods… Xena thought, trying to compose herself and deciding to let the bard sleep a little longer.
Fully dressed in her armor, Xena watched Gabrielle sleep for a moment longer. There was something innocent and vulnerable in the way Gabrielle breathed so calmly, oblivious to the world. Xena walked over to the table, picked up one of Gabrielle’s scrolls, and scribbled a brief note before leaving it on the bard’s pillow. She cast one last glance at Gabrielle, her expression a mix of affection and bewilderment, and quietly left the room.
Out on the street, the bustle of merchants filled the air as they set up their stalls. Xena walked through the market, but nothing caught her attention; she wasn’t even sure what she was looking for. Shopping wasn’t her thing—this was more Gabrielle’s area of expertise—so she decided to head to the stables to visit Argo and kill some time before picking up the bard. Together, they could search for the gift for Toris and everything they needed for the journey; after all, Gabrielle always managed to find the best bargains.
Meanwhile, Gabrielle woke up to find herself alone in the room. Where Xena should have been, there was a note written in the warrior’s neat handwriting:
Gabrielle, I’ve gone to see if I can find something for my brother and to visit Argo. I won’t be long. Don’t leave the inn, have breakfast, and try not to get into trouble—at least until I get back.
X.
Gabrielle smiled but couldn’t help rolling her eyes. She’s been so protective lately. What’s so different about Abdera from all the other cities we’ve been to? She got dressed, her stomach growling loudly, and headed down to get breakfast.
The inn was quieter now, with fewer people and a calmer atmosphere, which she appreciated; at least she wouldn’t have to deal with drunks. The noise from the nearby market drifted in whenever someone opened the door, confirming that most of the clientele was outside shopping.
The innkeeper approached with a sour look on his face. “I’ve got porridge or oatmeal for you, take your pick,” he said impatiently, repeating the options twice.
Gabrielle grimaced, unimpressed. “If you’ve got some cheese and bread, that’ll do,” she replied, gesturing emphatically. “Really, I don’t need much. I’m used to simple things.”
The innkeeper huffed, clearly losing patience. “I told you, it’s porridge or oatmeal, so decide. I’ve got other customers to serve,” he said, nodding toward the newcomers.
Gabrielle pressed her lips together as her stomach growled again. Looking toward the door, she made a quick decision. What could happen? I’ll just grab something to eat and maybe find a gift for Toris. Xena’s probably still deciding.
Outside, she was greeted by a vibrant market full of people from all walks of life, with merchants loudly hawking their wares to attract customers. It was organized chaos, with people of various nationalities buying and selling, filling the air with a mix of accents and colors.
Gabrielle moved carefully, avoiding collisions with the crowd, her eyes scanning each stall. Suddenly, amidst the throng, she spotted a tall young man with dark hair and familiar features. It’s Toris, no doubt, she thought with a smile, recalling past adventures. She decided to approach him to say hello and maybe get an idea of what he might like as a gift.
Toris was busy, skillfully attending to several customers. Gabrielle watched, surprised to discover his hidden talent: he was drawing portraits on parchment with astonishing precision. A girl approached and asked him to sketch her; within seconds, Toris handed her a drawing that was both accurate and playful, earning the girl’s laughter. Gabrielle was genuinely impressed.
“Toris, I didn’t know you were such a great artist,” Gabrielle said, smiling as she approached.
Seeing her, Toris beamed and scratched his head, slightly embarrassed but happy to see her. “Gabrielle! It’s been so long!” he exclaimed, stepping out of his stall to hug her warmly, lifting her off the ground. He had always been fond of the young woman who was always by his sister’s side, and he had always found Gabrielle to be a beautiful woman. “Yeah, I draw just about anything. I enjoy it, and it makes money. It’s a good business,” he said, winking at her. “Maybe I could do a portrait of you.”
Gabrielle laughed, happy to see him thriving in this new role, so different from the anger-fueled warrior she had met in the past. “I’m glad to see you doing so well, Toris. You’ve got real talent; it’s a wonderful gift,” she praised, admiring his work. “And sure, I’d love for you to draw me.”
Toris blushed, unaccustomed to such direct compliments. “It’s not that big a deal, but thanks. It’s always nice to hear something nice,” he said, laughing with uncharacteristic shyness. “By the way, where’s that tough sister of mine?” he asked, referring to Xena with a teasing tone.
Gabrielle looked around, not spotting Xena in the crowd. “She’s probably around here somewhere. She said she was going to see Argo,” she commented, remembering the note. Just then, her stomach growled again, and Toris burst out laughing.
“Sorry, Toris. I need to grab some breakfast; my stomach won’t wait,” Gabrielle apologized, smiling sheepishly. “The stuff they were offering at the inn wasn’t exactly… edible.”
“Go ahead, Gabrielle. We’ll catch up later,” Toris said, finally releasing her, though somewhat reluctantly. “And if you see my tall, brooding sister, let her know I’m around,” he added with a wink, glancing nervously around as if fearing Xena might suddenly appear to give him a clip around the ear for his cheekiness.
Gabrielle nodded, laughing, enjoying Toris’s lighthearted humor and the familiar comfort he always inspired. Toris seems so different now. It’s good to see him at peace, far from the shadows of the past, she thought as she walked off in search of a proper breakfast and, perhaps, the perfect gift for Toris.
Gabrielle wandered through the food stalls, searching for something appealing, but she stopped dead in her tracks when her eyes landed on a case with scrolls, a white quill, and several bottles of brightly colored ink. She had never seen anything like it; she was used to writing her stories with traditional black ink, but these vibrant inks seemed to bring any parchment to life. Her curiosity drew her closer, and she knew immediately that she had found the perfect gift for Toris. With these inks, his drawings would come alive, and the value of his portraits would increase significantly.
“How much for this?” Gabrielle asked, pointing to the case while trying to get the merchant’s attention. “Hey!” she called, raising her voice over the street noise. Finally, the merchant noticed her and approached with a smile.
“How much does it cost?” Gabrielle repeated, already mentally preparing herself for some haggling.
“Fifty dinars,” the merchant replied, causing Gabrielle’s eyes to widen. It was a considerable amount to spend all at once.
“That’s too much,” Gabrielle said, frowning. It’s the ideal gift, but I can’t spend that much.
“It’s from the East, hence the price,” the merchant added, justifying the high cost.
I have to get it; there’s no better gift for Toris. Gabrielle steeled herself and made her first offer. “I’ll give you thirty dinars, and we’ll close the deal right now,” she said confidently. Buddy, you don’t know who you’re dealing with.
The merchant shook his head, used to dealing with seasoned bargainers. “It’s a high-quality item; the best I can do is take five dinars off. I’ll let you have it for forty-five. It’s an exceptional offer. Do we have a deal?”
“Thirty-three dinars,” Gabrielle countered without budging. Come on, take the bait.
“Forty, and I won’t go any lower,” the merchant replied, irritated by Gabrielle’s persistence. “Deal?”
Gabrielle paused, pretending to be uninterested while savoring her imminent victory. “It’s a good offer, but…” she said thoughtfully, taking a step away from the stall. “How about twenty dinars? And that’s my final offer.”
The merchant huffed, glancing around in exasperation. This girl just won’t quit. “Look, miss, don’t mess with me. Twenty-five dinars, and that’s it. If you don’t take it, then move along. You’re scaring off my customers,” he said as other patrons tried to catch his attention.
“Deal,” Gabrielle responded with a triumphant smile, handing over the twenty-five dinars. “Thanks, friend,” she said, walking away from the stall with a beaming grin. Xena’s going to be proud. Toris will love this gift. Sure, I went a little over budget, but I got it for half the price. That’s still a bargain.
The merchant watched Gabrielle leave, holding the dinars in his hand with a resigned expression. “You made a good deal!” he called out, shaking his head. Gabrielle turned and nodded with a smile. With girls like that, we merchants are doomed, the man thought, watching as Gabrielle disappeared into the crowd.
Meanwhile, Xena returned to the inn, hoping to find Gabrielle. Not seeing her at the tables, she went up to their room, thinking the bard might still be asleep. However, when she found the bed empty and no note from Gabrielle, a sense of worry settled in her chest. Gabrielle, I told you to stay put.
She hurried downstairs and approached the innkeeper. “Have you seen my friend?” Xena asked, her tone firm but polite. “A short blonde, green eyes.”
The innkeeper nodded, remembering. “Yeah, she came down for breakfast but left without ordering anything in the end. I reckon she went to the market; we’ve got merchants from all over the world today,” he added with pride.
Xena sighed, thanking the innkeeper before stepping out into the busy street. She glanced around, trying to figure out which direction Gabrielle might have taken. As she searched, she spotted several blonde women who fit the description, but none of them were Gabrielle. In the distance, she saw her brother Toris surrounded by people and decided to approach, hoping he might know something about her wayward friend.
When she arrived, Xena greeted Toris, who was busy sketching a customer at his stall. Seeing his sister, Toris smiled and paused his work momentarily.
“Xena! What a surprise to see you so soon.” Toris hugged her warmly but noticed the concern in Xena’s eyes. “Everything okay?”
“I’m looking for Gabrielle,” Xena said, glancing around. “The innkeeper said she might be at the market, but I haven’t seen her.”
Toris chuckled softly and pointed toward the crowd. “I saw her a little while ago; she was haggling with a merchant over something, as usual. She can’t have gone far. Don’t worry, Xena. Gabrielle can handle herself.”
Xena nodded, grateful but still uneasy. “Thanks, Toris. I’ll catch you later. And… keep up the drawing; you’re doing great,” she added, giving him a light pat on the shoulder before continuing her search.
As Xena walked away, Toris returned to his stall, watching with admiration how his sister always looked out for Gabrielle. It’s hard not to love them when they’re so close, Toris thought as he picked up his quill again.
Meanwhile, Gabrielle was walking with her new purchase tucked under her arm, satisfied with her bargain and happy to have found something she knew would make Toris very happy. She bought a large walnut loaf to eat now and on the road, along with some cheese and fruit.
As she made her way back to the inn, she noticed a commotion in the street. Four assailants had taken a merchant’s daughter hostage, holding a knife to her throat. The young girl screamed in terror while her father pleaded and wept in desperation. This is when I could really use my staff, Gabrielle thought, regretting that she had ventured out without her weapon.
“We’ll kill her if you don’t give us all the dinars you’ve got,” one of the attackers threatened, shaking the girl to stop her from screaming. “Shut up, or I’ll cut out your tongue,” he added coldly, making the girl sob silently.
Gabrielle felt a burning anger in her chest. She couldn’t tolerate injustice, not after everything she had learned from Xena. She wasn’t the type to just stand by and let evil win. I can’t turn my back on this, she thought, determination shining in her eyes.
“Why don’t you pick on someone who can actually defend themselves?” Gabrielle shouted, stepping forward and standing her ground. “Cowards!” she added, her voice laced with disdain.
The assailants laughed, amused by the small blonde woman daring to challenge them. The leader, still holding the young girl, let her go with a sneer. The girl fell to the ground, trembling, and was quickly embraced by her father, who looked at Gabrielle with a mix of gratitude and surprise.
“You’ve got some nerve calling us cowards, girl,” one of the attackers said, stepping forward with a menacing grin.
Gabrielle nodded, keeping her gaze steady on them, without a hint of fear.
“You’re not from around here, are you?” the thug continued, his tone cocky. “We’re the Four Invincibles, and no one stops us. We don’t take prisoners. No one dares to challenge us and live to tell the tale,” he boasted, moving closer.
Gabrielle stood her ground. She had seen men like this before—relying more on their words and reputation than on real courage. “I don’t see anything invincible about you. You’re just a bunch of third-rate bullies,” Gabrielle replied calmly, not retreating an inch.
The assailants, now furious at being mocked in front of so many onlookers, exchanged glances. One, the cockiest of the lot, spat on the ground and laughed. “And who do you think you are? Xena, the Warrior Princess?”
Gabrielle couldn’t help but laugh at the comment, joining in the mockery. “Well, it’s clear I’m not Xena,” she said, spreading her arms to show her smaller, less intimidating figure. “But if it helps, I’m her friend Gabrielle. So coming here to brag about being invincible is just plain stupid.”
The mention of Xena froze the smiles of the assailants, though they tried to maintain their composure. “Well, well! Xena’s little friend,” one of them sneered. “So tell me, if you’re Gabrielle, where’s Xena?” he asked, raising his voice so the crowd could hear and join in the laughter.
A familiar battle cry pierced the market, cutting through the noise. “Ayiyiyiyiyiyi!” Xena appeared at Gabrielle’s side, drawing her sword with a fierce glare. “Looking for me?” Xena asked with the same sarcasm, her presence making the four assailants turn pale.
Just as Gabrielle had imagined, the assailants didn’t waste a second evaluating their situation before deciding to flee, knowing that facing the infamous Warrior Princess was a lost battle. But Xena wasn’t about to let them go so easily. She grabbed her chakram and threw it with precision, cutting the belts of the four men. Their pants dropped instantly, leaving their rears exposed and causing the crowd to erupt in laughter.
The assailants ran off, clutching their undergarments in humiliation, knowing this incident would be remembered for a long time.
Gabrielle looked at Xena with a grateful smile. “Always right on time, huh?” the bard whispered, still laughing at the spectacle.
Xena, however, wasn’t amused. She glanced at Gabrielle, her expression more angry than satisfied. “Have you seen Toris?” Gabrielle asked, trying to ease the tension, but Xena’s face remained stern.
“Gabrielle, what were you thinking?” Xena finally spoke, her tone severe. “I told you not to get into trouble. This isn’t a game.”
Gabrielle looked at her, still surprised by the warrior’s reaction. She knew Xena cared, but she hadn’t expected this level of anger. Still, Gabrielle stood her ground, confident she had done the right thing, even if Xena didn’t like how it happened.
“Gabrielle!” The bard turned, searching for the source of the enthusiastic voice. It was the father of the girl who had been threatened by the assailants. “That’s your name, isn’t it?” the merchant asked with gratitude in his eyes. Gabrielle nodded, blushing slightly.
The man approached, his face full of emotion and gratitude. To him, Gabrielle had been brave, risking her life to save his daughter, the only family he had left. “Thank you so much for your help. I don’t know how to thank you, young lady. I don’t have many valuables, and if they had killed my daughter…” The man’s voice broke as he held Gabrielle’s hand and kissed it respectfully. Gabrielle felt awkward, her face flushing. But I didn’t do anything; it was Xena.
“I didn’t do anything,” Gabrielle said, pointing to Xena, who stood beside her with a serious expression. “It was Xena who scared them off.”
“No, you saved my daughter,” the merchant insisted. “You put yourself in danger to protect her, even though you didn’t know her. That’s an act of true courage and selflessness. I’ll never be able to repay you for what you did today.” The man glanced at his cart and then at Gabrielle. "Choose whatever you like; it’s the least I can do to show my gratitude. It would be an honor for us if my daughter’s savior took something of ours."
The young girl, still trembling, approached Gabrielle and kissed her on both cheeks, tears of gratitude in her eyes. Gabrielle tried to refuse, but the girl took a brown leather tunic and matching belt, offering them insistently.
“Please, accept this gift,” the girl said, suddenly embracing Gabrielle. Caught off guard, Gabrielle hugged her back.
“Alright, I’ll keep it,” Gabrielle finally agreed, looking at the garment. It was beautiful and of high quality, clearly crafted with care. She turned to Xena, hoping to see some kind of reaction from the warrior, but Xena remained impassive, avoiding her gaze. What’s wrong with you, Xena?
“It’s a lovely piece, thank you,” Gabrielle said to the merchant and his daughter. They both smiled, satisfied to have expressed their gratitude. Xena began to walk away, and Gabrielle quickly said her goodbyes to follow her.
“Xena, did you find anything for Toris?” Gabrielle asked, suspecting the answer. Xena stopped abruptly, turning with a tense expression.
“No, I didn’t find anything,” Xena replied, her tone clearly irritable, reflecting a mix of frustration and anger. “Did you read my note, or did you just toss it aside?” she snapped, unable to hide her reproach.
Gabrielle lowered her gaze, her tone softening. “Yes, I read it. But at the inn, they only had porridge and oatmeal for breakfast. I asked the innkeeper for a piece of cheese, and he said they only served those two options. I was hungry and thought it wouldn’t be a big deal to step out for a moment.”
Xena entered the inn with firm steps, pausing at the stairs to let Gabrielle go first. The bard climbed, feeling Xena’s blue eyes burning into her back. I’m in for it when that door closes.
Gabrielle opened the door, and Xena slammed it shut with a loud bang that echoed through the room. Gabrielle turned around, startled by the warrior’s aggression. She knew Xena got angry with her sometimes, but today she seemed especially furious.
“When are you going to stop being so reckless?” Xena’s voice was low but heavy with tension as she stepped forward until she was face-to-face with Gabrielle. “I told you to stay at the inn, that I wouldn’t be long. Not only did you ignore me, but you went out without your staff and didn’t leave a note. And you call yourself an adult?” Xena’s words were like daggers—sharp and direct.
“Xena, you know I don’t like the porridge they serve there, and neither do you,” Gabrielle tried to explain, feeling small under Xena’s scathing glare. “I was hungry and didn’t think twice. I was just going to get something to eat. I was already downstairs. I didn’t think I needed my staff.”
Xena crossed her arms, remaining silent for what felt like an eternity. Gabrielle continued, knowing she needed to own up to her mistake. “You’re right, I messed up. I know unexpected things can happen anywhere. It won’t happen again, I promise.”
Xena closed her eyes for a moment, struggling to contain her frustration. Gabrielle, why don’t you understand? “If I hadn’t gotten there in time, what do you think would have happened? There were four of them, armed. They weren’t playing, Gabrielle. They were a real threat. And without your staff, your chances were slim.”
Gabrielle nodded, feeling the weight of Xena’s words. If you hadn’t shown up, I could have died. “I know, Xena. I’m truly sorry. I shouldn’t have taken that risk; I thought I’d have a better chance than the girl.”
Xena turned away, still visibly angry. She walked over to her belongings and began packing quickly. Gabrielle saw that Xena was about to leave and, on impulse, grabbed her arm. Xena pulled away abruptly, with such force that Gabrielle lost her balance and fell to the floor.
Gabrielle looked up at Xena from the ground, hurt not just physically but by the harshness of the warrior’s rejection. Xena paused, staring at Gabrielle with clenched lips, as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the right words.
“Gabrielle…” Xena began, but stopped, unable to continue. Anger and worry flickered in her blue eyes. Finally, Xena turned and walked out of the room, leaving Gabrielle sitting on the floor, feeling there was more between them than just a scolding.
Xena leaned against the door, clenching her jaw as she closed her eyes, struggling to calm the storm of emotions raging inside her. I shouldn’t have lost my temper. Gabrielle deserves more than my anger. When she reopened the door, she found Gabrielle still sitting on the floor, her eyes distant and tears welling up.
Xena knelt down gently, her hardened expression softening at the sight of Gabrielle’s pain. Without hesitation, she helped her up, feeling a knot in her stomach as she saw the confusion and sadness in the bard’s eyes.
“Gabrielle, I’m sorry… Did I hurt you?” Xena asked, her voice full of regret. The warrior’s blue eyes had regained their usual tenderness. Gabrielle sobbed, feeling vulnerable in the face of Xena’s changing attitude, unsure how to handle her own emotions.
“Don’t cry, my bard,” Xena whispered, lifting Gabrielle’s chin gently so their eyes could meet. “I never meant to hurt you.” She softly caressed Gabrielle’s cheek with her thumb, feeling the warmth of her skin, then pulled Gabrielle into a warm, comforting embrace. If anyone had hurt you, I’d tear them to pieces and let the vultures feast.
Gabrielle clung to the hug, her body trembling slightly. “Xena, do you forgive me?” she sobbed, afraid that Xena would put a wall back up between them. “Do you care about me?” Gabrielle whispered, almost afraid of being heard.
Xena looked at her tenderly, wiping the tears from her face. “Gabrielle, I’ve already forgiven you. And yes, I care about you.” Xena’s voice was soft but full of sincerity.
Gabrielle pulled back slightly from the embrace, her green eyes locking intensely with Xena’s. How do you care about me, Xena? As a friend, a sister, or something more? Gabrielle wrestled with her fears, wanting to ask but afraid of the answer. The fear of losing what they had, of their relationship becoming awkward if it wasn’t reciprocated, kept her frozen.
Gathering all her courage, Gabrielle leaned in and placed a soft kiss at the corner of Xena’s lips. The warrior’s heart began to race, and for a moment, her mind went blank. Gabrielle felt Xena’s embrace tighten, as if holding onto her was the only thing keeping her grounded.
“I care about you, Xena,” Gabrielle whispered, resting her head on the warrior’s chest, listening to the rapid beat of her heart. Gabrielle smiled slightly, a mix of hope and nervousness washing over her. Is it because of me? Because of the kiss? Is there a chance?
Xena, feeling the intensity of the moment, pulled away gently. “We should… we should get going,” she mumbled nervously, something completely uncharacteristic of the warrior. Gabrielle watched her, surprised—she had never seen Xena like this before. “Toris is waiting, and we should head to Amphipolis as soon as possible.”
“Yeah, of course… but first, I have to show you something,” Gabrielle said, rummaging through her belongings. She pulled out the case of scrolls and inks that she had been so excited about. “Look, this is the gift for your brother, from both of us. Isn’t it beautiful?”
Xena examined it with interest, noticing Gabrielle’s enthusiasm. “It’s useful and unique; he’ll love it.” She smiled, recognizing the effort and dedication Gabrielle had put into finding something so special. “You’re really good at this; shopping is definitely your forte.”
Gabrielle nodded, a bright smile spreading across her face at Xena’s approval. For a moment, it felt like everything was back to normal between them. Although there was much left unsaid, the simple act of sharing this moment was enough to keep hope alive.
They met Toris at the gates of Abdera, where he was delivering some last-minute family portraits. Before long, Toris joined them, and the three set off toward Amphipolis. Toris and Gabrielle chatted cheerfully, sharing laughs and jokes, while Xena occasionally joined in, though her contributions were more reserved. When she wasn’t speaking, Xena watched them both, casting furtive glances at Gabrielle and Toris.
Toris noticed these glances and, when they stopped for lunch at Gabrielle’s insistence—she complained about not having a decent breakfast—he decided to use the moment to talk to his sister.
Gabrielle, unaware of the conversation, was busy preparing the rabbits Xena had caught earlier, while Toris approached the warrior, who remained silent, a bit more distant than usual.
“So, tell me, little sister,” Toris said playfully. “What’s going on between you and that lovely bard?”
Xena smirked slightly, but her gaze turned cautious. “Little sister?” she replied with a hint of irony. “Since when do you call me that? And what do you mean by ‘my bard’?”
“Well, I am the older one, aren’t I? I have that privilege,” Toris grinned, but then his tone shifted. “And the whole ‘my bard’ thing kind of answers my question, don’t you think?”
Xena sighed, stopping Toris before he could walk away. “What’s between Gabrielle and me is a strong bond of friendship, nothing more,” she said, trying to sound convincing, though doubt lingered in her words. “I just wanted you to know.”
Toris watched her with a mix of understanding and pity. “That’s not what I see, Xena. You love her,” Toris said confidently. “Don’t deny it; it’s obvious. What I don’t understand is how Gabrielle doesn’t see it.”
Xena kept her eyes fixed on Gabrielle, who was still focused on cooking. “You asked what’s going on, not what I feel,” Xena replied, her voice lower, almost breaking. Gabrielle turned at that moment, noticing she was being watched, and smiled as her eyes met Xena’s. Xena returned the smile, but her expression quickly returned to neutrality.
“She’s in love with someone else, Toris. The most important thing to me is her friendship and her happiness,” Xena concluded before turning and heading into the forest, needing to clear her mind. I need to get away.
How do you not see that Gabrielle’s in love with you, sister? Toris thought, sighing.
“Everything okay?” Gabrielle asked as she approached, noticing Xena had gone. “Lunch is almost ready.”
Toris forced a smile, glancing away from the woods where Xena had disappeared. “Just the nonsense of a foolish warrior.” Gabrielle frowned, not liking the comment, and Toris continued. “Tell me, Gabrielle, are you in love?”
“Xena isn’t foolish,” Gabrielle defended her firmly. “And why do you think I’m in love?”
Toris looked at her knowingly. “So, you’re my little sister’s official defender, huh?” he said, watching as Gabrielle blushed. “And it’s obvious, Gabrielle. Do I know the lucky person?”
Gabrielle sighed, looking toward the forest with sadness. “Yes, but I don’t think that person feels lucky… more like they see me as a burden.”
Toris understood everything in that moment. It’s her. Just as I thought, she’s in love with Xena. “Loving hurts when it’s not returned,” Toris said compassionately.
Gabrielle remained silent for a moment, letting her thoughts envelop her. “What if that person loved you back?” Toris asked, watching Gabrielle as she remained lost in her reflections.
“It’s not possible,” Gabrielle finally said, a shadow of sadness in her eyes. “The food’s ready; I’m going to take a swim.” She got up and walked away without waiting for a response.
Toris sighed as he watched her leave. We’re all running from something here, but this can’t go on. “I’m going to bring these two together, no matter what it takes.” Determined, Toris promised himself that he would do whatever it took to make both of them see the truth.
Xena returned, her expression hardened. “Where’s Gabrielle?” she asked, seeing Toris sitting alone, eating.
“She went for a swim,” Toris replied casually, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. “Gabrielle and I had an interesting conversation.” Xena tensed, shifting her focus from searching for Gabrielle to concentrating on her brother.
“What did you two talk about?” Xena asked, trying to sound casual, but her curiosity betrayed her.
“Nothing important, sister,” Toris said with an enigmatic smile. “I’ll just say that Gabrielle’s cooking is excellent.”
When Gabrielle returned, she joined Xena and Toris for lunch. Toris went for a second helping, claiming it was just to keep them company, but Xena couldn’t ignore the sneaky glances her brother was giving her, as if he knew something she didn’t.
“I’m stuffed,” Toris said, leaning back contentedly. “You know, they say love is blind… and beautiful,” he murmured, waiting for a reaction.
Xena stood up abruptly, avoiding his gaze. “Time to go,” she announced, cutting off any attempt to continue that line of conversation. Gabrielle also got up, relieved to leave the uncomfortable topic behind.
The journey continued in silence, each lost in their thoughts. Xena couldn’t stop imagining a life without Gabrielle by her side, thinking that if Gabrielle started a family with someone else, it would feel like living in the underworld. Gabrielle, meanwhile, kept wondering who the woman was that had captured Xena’s heart. If I find out, maybe I’ll have a chance… and even if it’s tough, she’s worth fighting for.
They walked on, each carrying their own burdens, unaware that their thoughts were more intertwined than they dared to admit.
Toris entered the inn ahead of Xena and Gabrielle, who stayed behind to settle Argo in the stable, making sure she had enough straw, hay, and water. Toris found Cyrene behind the bar.
“Mother,” he said, hugging her tightly. In a whisper, he began explaining his plan to bring Xena and Gabrielle closer, detailing his reasons. “What do you think? I believe it could work, as long as Xena doesn’t catch on.”
Cyrene listened to her son with a mix of surprise and understanding. “Are you sure about this?” she asked, uncertain. Toris nodded just as he heard Xena and Gabrielle’s footsteps approaching the inn. Cyrene turned her attention to the pair, observing the unspoken closeness between them, the looks they shared without realizing. Yes, they’re in love; they just need to see it.
As Xena approached, she noticed the knowing expression on her mother’s face and raised an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.
“Your brother was asking if we had any beef in sauce left for dinner,” Cyrene said with a casual smile, hiding their true conversation.
“Mother!” Xena exclaimed with a slight smile, hugging her warmly. Cyrene quickly extended her arms to hug Gabrielle as well, who welcomed the gesture with the warmth that showed how much she valued Xena’s mother.
“Cyrene, it’s always a pleasure to see you,” Gabrielle said, smiling widely. “I’ve heard wonders about your beef in sauce the whole way here.”
“Need me to hunt something?” Xena asked, always eager to help. Cyrene shook her head, already setting up the next part of the plan.
“No, we have plenty for today. However, the inn is packed, and I don’t have any free rooms for you.” Cyrene paused for a moment, gauging Xena’s reaction. “But your room, Xena, is just as you left it. I think it’ll be enough for you and Gabrielle.”
Xena blinked, surprised by the suggestion. My room… I haven’t slept there in years. Gabrielle, on the other hand, felt a spark of excitement. Xena’s room… this is going to be interesting.
“I don’t think Gabrielle would want to stay there,” Xena said, glancing at the bard. She was surprised to see a mischievous gleam in Gabrielle’s green eyes.
“It sounds perfect to me,” Gabrielle replied enthusiastically, taking Cyrene’s hand. “Cyrene, show me that room.”
Xena watched them walk away and couldn’t help but smile slightly at the sight of Gabrielle’s joy. She always finds the silver lining in every situation.
When they entered the room, Gabrielle was captivated. Wooden swords hung on the wall, and small stone and wooden figures were scattered around—remnants of a childhood marked by battle and adventure. Gabrielle paused at the bed, noticing how small it was, much smaller than she had imagined. Cyrene noticed her expression and shared a laugh with her, no words needed.
I’ll be practically on top of Xena… that’s not so bad.
“It gets cold at night,” Cyrene said with a cheeky smile, “but I don’t think you’ll need many blankets. Xena’s always been warm-blooded.” Gabrielle blushed at the comment, laughing at the insinuation, and Cyrene left, leaving the bard alone with her thoughts.
Xena arrived shortly after, finding Gabrielle lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling with a satisfied look.
“Comfortable?” Xena asked with a smile, placing their bedrolls on the floor. “I’ll sleep down here, Gabrielle. The bed’s yours.”
Gabrielle sat up, disappointed by the suggestion. “No, Xena. This is your bed, your room. I’ll sleep on the floor,” she said, feeling like an intruder. Come on, Xena, just give in a little.
Xena looked at Gabrielle with a serious expression, but before she could respond, Gabrielle stood up and left the room without waiting for an answer, leaving the warrior confused and alone.
Gabrielle went downstairs, hearing noises from the kitchen. When she entered, she found Cyrene peeling potatoes. “Can I help?” Gabrielle asked, sitting beside her with a smile, though her eyes showed sadness.
Cyrene handed her a stool and placed a potato and knife in front of her. “What has my stubborn daughter done now?” Cyrene asked bluntly. “Don’t tell me nothing, Gabrielle. I can see it in your eyes. Something’s happened.” The innkeeper looked at her warmly. “Can I call you Gab?”
Gabrielle let out a light laugh, comforted by Cyrene’s warmth. “Sure, you can call me Gab.” She sighed as she began peeling the potato. “It’s not that Xena did anything wrong; it’s just that… sometimes she’s so complicated.”
Cyrene nodded, understanding without Gabrielle needing to say more. “Xena’s always been like that, Gabrielle. But when someone makes it into her heart, they’re there forever. And you, my dear, have been there for a long time.” Gabrielle blushed, but Cyrene’s smile gave her the strength to continue.
“It’s just… I don’t know how to take the next step, Cyrene. I’m scared of ruining what we have,” Gabrielle admitted, revealing her deepest fears.
Cyrene gently squeezed her wrist. “Love, Gabrielle, isn’t always easy, but it’s worth the effort. You don’t have to rush; take it one step at a time and let her see that you’re ready.”
Gabrielle nodded, feeling a renewed sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, I have a chance.
When Xena couldn’t find Gabrielle in the inn, she walked to the kitchen and stopped at the doorway, watching as Gabrielle and Cyrene shared a moment of closeness. Her heart tightened, knowing that Gabrielle had found a home within her family, something Xena never thought she could offer.
Cyrene glanced at Xena and smiled, signaling that she was exactly where she needed to be.
“Come on, daughter, it’s time for dinner,” Cyrene said, inviting her to join.
Xena entered, sitting next to Gabrielle, who looked at her and smiled, her eyes full of unspoken promises.
Maybe, just maybe, Xena is ready to take a step toward Gabrielle too.
After eating in silence, Xena abruptly stood up. “I’m going hunting. Fresh provisions wouldn’t hurt,” she said to her mother while glancing at Gabrielle, trying to hide the storm raging inside her. “I’ll be back tonight for dinner,” she added before disappearing into the trees, leaving Gabrielle alone with her thoughts.
Gabrielle stayed in the kitchen, trying not to fall apart. She fought back tears as she filled a bucket with water and began washing the dishes. Then, she offered to help Cyrene peel more potatoes, hoping to distract herself from her emotions.
“Gabrielle, sweetheart, do you want to tell me what happened earlier? You seem so down,” Cyrene said kindly, setting the potatoes aside to give the bard her full attention.
“It’s just… Xena decided to sleep on the bedrolls, on the floor,” Gabrielle said, her voice barely a whisper tinged with sadness. “I know it sounds silly, but sometimes I think I disgust her… because she knows.” Tears threatened to spill, and Gabrielle lowered her gaze, feeling vulnerable.
“Gabrielle, that’s impossible. You’re beautiful, smart, and brave. Xena’s the type to speak her mind; if something bothered her, she’d tell you straight up.” Gabrielle lifted her head, finding solace in Cyrene’s words. “Xena just wants you to be comfortable; I’m sure she’s not trying to push you away but to look out for you.”
Gabrielle nodded slowly, trying to convince herself that Cyrene was right. But still, her insecurity gnawed at her. Cyrene noticed the intensity in Gabrielle’s green eyes—a gaze filled with love and pain that didn’t need words to be understood.
“You love her very much, don’t you?” Cyrene asked gently, her tone free of judgment. Gabrielle shifted uncomfortably in her seat, unable to hide the truth.
The tears finally spilled over, and Cyrene, in a maternal gesture, pulled her into a warm, comforting embrace.
“You don’t have to apologize, Gabrielle. Sometimes loving hurts, but it’s also what gives us strength,” Cyrene said, gently stroking her hair. “Maybe it would do you good to go out, get some fresh air, and clear your mind.”
Gabrielle nodded, grateful for Cyrene’s understanding. She wiped her tears and stood up, determined to calm her emotions. “Thank you, Cyrene. I’ll be back before dinner,” she promised.
Without much direction, Gabrielle walked to the lake, a place she knew was important to Xena. She knew the warrior often came here to remember her brother Lyceus, and Gabrielle hoped to find her, even if only to see her from afar. But when she arrived, the place was empty.
Gabrielle sat at the edge of the lake, tossing stones into the water to distract herself. Even though she couldn’t make them skip, the simple act of throwing them was soothing.
“That’s not how you do it,” said a female voice beside her.
Gabrielle turned and saw a tall woman with chestnut hair and piercing blue eyes approaching with a friendly smile. “If you’d like, I can show you how it’s done,” the woman said, sitting beside Gabrielle without waiting for an invitation. She picked up a stone and threw it into the lake, making it skip eight perfect times across the water.
Gabrielle watched in amazement; the woman’s skill reminded her of Xena’s. “I’d love to learn,” Gabrielle admitted, picking up a stone and throwing it without much success.
The brunette smiled and positioned herself behind Gabrielle, placing the stone in her hand and adjusting her arm into the correct position. “It’s all about practice. Keep your wrist like this and throw it with confidence,” she instructed, gently releasing Gabrielle’s arm.
Gabrielle threw the stone, managing four consecutive skips. “I did it!” she exclaimed excitedly, surprised by her own success.
“Of course you did, and if you keep practicing, you’ll soon be making many more,” the brunette smiled, her blue eyes shining with pride. “I learned as a kid; I used to compete with my brother and cousins, and I always won.”
Gabrielle turned and, seeing the woman’s face, was struck by how much her eyes resembled Xena’s. There was something familiar and comforting about her presence.
“I haven’t introduced myself, I’m Laynara,” the woman said, extending her hand. Gabrielle shook it warmly.
“I haven’t seen you around here before,” Gabrielle remarked.
“I pass through from time to time. It’s a good place to clear your mind,” Laynara said, her gaze drifting across the lake’s surface with a mix of nostalgia and calm. Gabrielle felt at ease beside her, as if this woman was a calm oasis amidst her own swirling thoughts. Laynara’s presence was soothing, and for a moment, Gabrielle could forget her worries.
“I’m Gabrielle,” she introduced herself, feeling that something in Laynara’s eyes reminded her of Xena. They weren’t exactly the same, but they had the same intensity. Gabrielle explained that she wasn’t from Amphipolis, that she came from Potidaea, and only visited the area occasionally, always in the company of a very special friend.
The afternoon passed with lively and spontaneous conversation. Laynara turned out to be fun and full of witty remarks that made Gabrielle laugh out loud, something she needed more than she cared to admit. During those hours, Gabrielle received more compliments than she had in a long time. She blushed constantly, but she didn’t mind; feeling seen and appreciated restored a part of the confidence she thought she’d lost. As Laynara complimented her, Gabrielle couldn’t help but think how much she wished to hear those words from Xena.
“It’s getting late; they’re probably wondering where I’ve gone,” Gabrielle said, noticing the sun beginning to set. She had promised to return for dinner and didn’t want to cause any worry.
Laynara nodded, acknowledging that she hadn’t planned to be out this long either. “It’s been a wonderful afternoon, Gabrielle. I hope we get to see each other again before you head off on your next journey.”
“I hope so too,” Gabrielle replied, smiling. She felt she had made an unexpected connection, and that sense of being valued by someone as charming as Laynara gave her a respite from the conflicting emotions she faced each day.
Laynara smiled back, watching Gabrielle’s blush with genuine admiration. “It’s not easy to find people as special as you, Gabrielle. You should remember that.”
Gabrielle felt the warmth in her cheeks once more, but she didn’t mind. “Thank you, Laynara. Really.”
Laynara insisted on walking her back, saying she needed to stop by the inn anyway, and Gabrielle gratefully accepted the company. They walked together along the path, sharing one last laugh and small confidences as the day faded around them.
Gabrielle sincerely thanked Laynara for teaching her how to skip stones, feeling a warm connection with the woman who had accompanied her that afternoon. Laynara returned the smile with a knowing and encouraging look.
Meanwhile, at the inn, Xena was restless and worried. Cyrene tried to calm her daughter, but the warrior couldn’t stop thinking about how Gabrielle had gone out without her staff again—something Xena always reminded her about. “I’m going to find her; this isn’t like her,” Xena said, her tone heavy with anxiety. Gabrielle never missed a meal, and her unease grew with every passing second. Just as Xena was about to leave, the door swung open, and the tall figure of Laynara appeared, holding the door for Gabrielle, who entered right behind her.
The atmosphere immediately grew tense. The inn’s patrons glared at Laynara, and Gabrielle, confused, noticed how Xena, Toris, and Cyrene were staring at her with a mix of surprise and concern. Toris and Cyrene held onto Xena, who seemed barely able to restrain the urge to confront Laynara.
“Laynara, it’s late, go home,” Cyrene said, trying to sound polite, but Gabrielle sensed the forced tone. “Gabrielle, come on, you haven’t eaten, and I can’t let you go to bed on an empty stomach,” Cyrene added, giving Gabrielle a pleading look, urging her to come closer. Gabrielle, bewildered, was about to go to her when Laynara stopped her, gently grabbing her arm and facing her.
“Gabrielle, I need to go; my aunt is right,” Laynara said, revealing the family connection that took Gabrielle by surprise. “I had a great time with you, and I hope we can see each other tomorrow.”
Gabrielle nodded, still confused but smiling kindly. “Yes, thanks for keeping me company.”
“It was nothing; I just wanted to make sure you got back safely,” Laynara replied before leaving. As the door closed, the inn filled with murmurs and whispers that Gabrielle didn’t understand, but they made the tension in the room even more palpable.
Xena, freed from Toris and Cyrene’s grip, moved to the table her mother had set for dinner, not taking her eyes off Gabrielle. The warrior tried to calm down, relieved that Gabrielle was safe, but the unease and anger still simmered beneath the surface. Gabrielle sat next to her, hoping to hear some word from Xena, but when she reached out to touch Xena’s arm, pulled away sharply, as if Gabrielle’s touch was too much to bear at that moment. Gabrielle froze at the rejection, feeling her presence had become uncomfortable, and she quietly got up and retreated to the room, leaving her dinner untouched.
Cyrene watched Xena, seeing the inner turmoil in her daughter, and couldn’t hold back her disapproval. “If you keep this up, you’re going to lose her, and you’ll get a frying pan to the head from me, Xena. Gabrielle is the best thing that’s happened to you, and she has no idea who Laynara is or what happened.”
Xena, seething, stood up abruptly and stormed out of the inn without responding, striding toward a house she knew all too well. Gabrielle didn’t know the truth, and Xena knew she had to confront this ghost before it was too late.
Outside the house, Xena took a moment to rein in her anger, choosing to knock on the door rather than kick it down. When the door opened, a woman of medium height with dark hair and piercing eyes stared in shock at her niece.
“Xena... I didn’t know you were in town,” the woman said, trying to mask her surprise.
“Where’s Laynara?” Xena demanded coldly, her voice sharp. “What is she doing here?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, dear Xena. You know my daughter is still in that place, locked away for what she did,” she tried to calm Xena, but the worry in her eyes gave her away.
“Don’t take me for a fool,” Xena snapped. “I saw her at the inn tonight.”
Shock spread across the woman’s face as she glanced nervously down the hallway. Before she could react, Xena pushed past her and headed straight to Laynara’s room. The door gave way to a forceful kick, and Laynara barely had time to stand before Xena shoved her violently against the wall, grabbing her by the throat.
“Stay away from Gabrielle, do you hear me?” Xena growled, shaking her. Laynara tried to nod, terrified by the icy glare of the warrior.
Laynara’s mother appeared just then, alarmed by the scene, and rushed to fetch Cyrene, the only person who could intervene in the confrontation. Cyrene arrived just in time to see Xena’s hand tightening around her cousin’s neck, her fury uncontrolled.
“Xena, that’s enough. Let her go,” Cyrene said firmly.
Xena loosened her grip but kept her intimidating gaze fixed on Laynara. “Tell me you believe me,” she demanded.
“Yes, I believe you,” Laynara stammered, unable to meet the warrior’s eyes. “But I wasn’t going to hurt her, I swear.”
“It doesn’t matter. Don’t go near her,” Xena warned with one last threat before releasing her. “Next time, I won’t be so patient.”
Without another word, Xena stormed out of the house, Cyrene following closely behind. But seeing the look on her daughter’s face, the innkeeper knew Xena needed time to calm down and decided not to press her. When returned to the room, she found Gabrielle asleep on the bedroll instead of the bed, with a scroll resting on the sheets. She picked it up and read the words written in Gabrielle’s fine, careful handwriting.
Xena,
I’ve felt lost for some time now, unsure of how to reach you. I don’t know how to find my way back to you. Sometimes your gaze is so distant that it feels like you don’t care about having me by your side anymore. I know I’m not a great warrior like you, and maybe that’s why I cause you more trouble than I should. But please, if my presence no longer pleases you, if what we once meant to each other isn’t enough anymore... just tell me. I promise I won’t bother you again.
It hurts to think of going our separate ways, but I can’t keep enduring this uncertainty and the coldness that’s settled between us. I’d rather know the truth, even if it’s painful, than keep feeling invisible beside you. If I’ve done something wrong, if I’ve disappointed you, tell me what I can do to fix it. And if there’s nothing left to fix, tell me that too.
I don’t want to be a burden to you. But I also can’t bear the silences and dismissals that hurt more than any wound. I don’t know what changed, but what scares me most is losing you. I don’t know if I can keep fighting if you’re not with me.
Yours, Gabrielle
The note was a reflection of the pain and confusion Gabrielle was feeling. For the first time in a long while, Xena cried silently as she read each line filled with sadness. She didn’t want to lose her; she couldn’t bear the thought of being apart, but her own fears and secrets were driving Gabrielle away. Xena made a decision: she had to end this before Gabrielle decided to leave for good.
The next morning, Gabrielle woke up before dawn, surprised to see that Xena was still asleep. Feeling uncomfortable with her own thoughts, Gabrielle went downstairs to the inn, where she found Cyrene preparing breakfast. Gabrielle offered to help, more to keep herself busy than for any other reason, but her mind couldn’t escape the emotional storm she was caught in.
Cyrene, noticing Gabrielle’s distress, watched her closely before breaking the silence. “Is something wrong, dear?”
Gabrielle shook her head, trying to smile, but Cyrene wasn’t fooled. “I know that look, Gabrielle. I can tell something’s bothering you. You don’t have to tell me now, but when you’re ready, I’m here to listen.”
Gabrielle sighed, grateful for Cyrene’s understanding. “I don’t want to seem like a fool…”
“You’re not. You’re a brave young woman facing her feelings, and that’s not easy,” Cyrene replied gently, watching Gabrielle with tenderness. “It’s about what you feel for Xena, isn’t it?”
Gabrielle nodded, and as she tried to explain, she found herself rambling. “Sometimes I think Xena feels something for me, but other times... she becomes so cold, so distant. I don’t understand what I did wrong.”
Cyrene put down what she was doing and hugged her warmly. “Xena is a complicated and stubborn warrior, but I know she cares for you more than you realize. Don’t sell yourself short, Gabrielle, because you’re not foolish. You’re just in love, and that makes us all vulnerable.”
Gabrielle clung to Cyrene, feeling a bit more comforted by her words, though still burdened by the uncertainty weighing on her heart.
“Remember, Gabrielle. You’re not foolish, and I’m sure my daughter feels the same. About yesterday, I understand your confusion. My niece Laynara was banished years ago and imprisoned,” Cyrene explained, her tone soft but tinged with palpable sadness.
Gabrielle, still taken aback, looked up at Cyrene. “Why? She seemed so kind yesterday. I didn’t get the impression she was a criminal.”
Cyrene sighed deeply, her eyes filled with old pain. “Laynara kidnapped a beloved young woman from the village and killed her. It was a terrible blow to us all. It still hurts to remember.” Cyrene turned away, wiping her tears with her sleeve. Gabrielle watched the innkeeper, noting how unusual it was to see her so vulnerable; she had always perceived in Cyrene the same inner strength that defined Xena. With a comforting gesture, Gabrielle gently patted Cyrene’s back.
“She killed someone? I can’t believe it…” Gabrielle murmured, trying to process the information. In her mind, Laynara didn’t fit the profile of a murderer; she remembered her as someone kind, a young woman who had shown her humor and kindness, traits Gabrielle had genuinely enjoyed during their brief encounter.
Cyrene continued, her voice trembling with the weight of the memory. “At her trial, Laynara claimed she remembered nothing. Despite the evidence against her, she insisted she never meant to harm anyone. The village demanded her death, but her mother, Artiana, begged for her life. Moved, the judge spared her from execution and sentenced her to life imprisonment instead of sending her to the gallows. When she showed up at the inn yesterday, we were all shocked. Tell me honestly, did she hurt you?”
Gabrielle nodded slowly, still trying to comprehend what she had heard. “No… she didn’t do anything to me, Cyrene. Quite the opposite; Laynara was very kind to me,” she said, though inside, the confusion lingered. She realized they weren’t alone and, turning around, she found Xena watching her from the hallway. Her gaze was intense and filled with unspoken questions.
Cyrene sensed the shift in Gabrielle and, feeling her daughter’s presence, gently pressed on. “Gabrielle, are you sure you’re alright?”
“Yes, I’m fine,” Gabrielle replied, though her eyes remained locked with Xena’s. “With your permission, Cyrene, I’m going to find Toris; I need to talk to him about something.”
“Go ahead, dear. If Xena asks, I’ll let her know you’re with her brother. Remember, I’m always here if you need to talk,” Cyrene said with a warm, understanding smile.
Gabrielle returned the smile gratefully and quickly left the kitchen.
Xena waited until Gabrielle had gone before entering, knowing that her mother had sensed her presence from the start. The tension between them was thick. Cyrene watched her daughter with a mix of concern and disapproval, aware that Xena was on the verge of making an impulsive decision.
“Once I’m done with Argo, we’re leaving immediately,” Xena stated, her gaze fixed on the exit, avoiding any prolonged conversation.
“What about your brother’s birthday? It’s the first one you’ve attended in years,” Cyrene tried to reason with her.
“Things have changed, Mother.” Xena’s voice was firm, but her eyes betrayed the inner struggle between her familial duty and her need to protect Gabrielle. She was about to leave when Cyrene stopped her, gripping her arm tightly.
“Xena, neither Toris nor I knew Laynara was here. Gabrielle knows now, and she won’t go near her again,” Cyrene tried to soothe her, but Xena’s resolve was unwavering.
“Mother, Gabrielle always sees the good in people. That’s her nature, and I can’t change it. I can’t risk her trying to understand Laynara and ending up paying the price. I won’t allow it.” Xena gently pulled away from her mother’s grasp and left without saying another word.
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“Laynara, the deal was that you wouldn’t leave this house. Please understand, it’s for your own good,” said Artiana, her voice heavy with concern for her daughter.
“Mother, I can’t stay trapped in here any longer; I won’t survive more years within these four walls. I’d rather face death a thousand times than endure this endless prison,” Laynara replied, her frustration spilling over as she felt caged.
“Laynara, Xena said…” Artiana tried to continue, but was abruptly cut off as Laynara grabbed her by the throat, her eyes wide with a flash of fear at her daughter’s unexpected reaction.
“Don’t you dare mention her name,” Laynara snapped, releasing her grip as she realized what she’d done. She stared at her hands, confused and ashamed of her violent outburst. “Who does she think she is to judge me? She, who’s committed countless atrocities, who tried to conquer the world, who caused the deaths of my brother and her own. Xena doesn’t deserve to be free; she doesn’t even deserve to live. No one in their right mind could love her… no one!”
A knock at the door interrupted the tense moment. Laynara stiffened, expecting her cousin might have returned for more confrontation. She discreetly moved to a corner of the room, watching cautiously. When her mother opened the door and saw who was there, Laynara’s shoulders relaxed and her eyes brightened with a smile as she saw Gabrielle step inside.
Shortly after getting Argo ready, Xena went to find Gabrielle, thinking she would be with Toris. The warrior was anxious, caught between worry and the urgent need to sort out her feelings.
“Toris, have you seen Gabrielle?” Xena asked, a hint of urgency in her voice.
“No, she hasn’t been here,” Toris replied, puzzled by the unexpected question.
Xena felt something was off. Without another word, she started running, leaving her brother without any explanation. She realized she had made a mistake by not anticipating Gabrielle’s movements, and she feared her friend might be in danger.
“Gabrielle, what a pleasant surprise to see you here,” Laynara said, approaching Gabrielle with a smile.
Artiana observed the interaction and instantly recognized who the young woman was—the one her niece had shown so much interest in. She recalled Xena’s warning: “Stay away from Gabrielle, or I’ll kill you.” Nervously, Artiana tried to persuade Gabrielle to leave.
“Young lass, it’s better if you go. Laynara is busy,” Artiana said, gently pushing Gabrielle toward the door, fearing what might happen.
“No, Mother! I’m done with what I had to do. Gabrielle, forgive my mother’s manners; come in, would you like something to drink?” Laynara offered, trying to appear friendly, but Gabrielle sensed something was off.
“I just wanted to talk to you,” Gabrielle replied, trying to keep her distance.
“Perfect, follow me to my room; we’ll have more privacy there,” Laynara insisted, pointing down a hallway.
Gabrielle hesitated but decided to follow, even though her instincts were warning her something was wrong.
Once inside, Laynara slammed the door shut and walked over to a shelf, proudly showing Gabrielle a trophy. “Look, I was the champion of the stone and water tournaments six times in a row.”
Gabrielle glanced at the trophy, but her mind was elsewhere. “I know what you did, Laynara. I came because I want to understand... why did you do it?”
Laynara turned, her expression darkening. “Why do you care?”
“I need to understand. I can’t grasp how someone like you could do something so awful,” Gabrielle insisted, her voice filled with genuine confusion.
Laynara’s anger flared, and her tone became hostile. “And do you understand my cousin? Everything I did was wrong, but what about her? Xena has done far worse things, believe me.”
“I didn’t come here to talk about Xena. I’m here to understand you. Don’t try to compare yourself to her because…” Gabrielle paused, her voice edged with disdain.
“Are you in love with my cousin, Gabrielle?” Laynara asked with a mocking, sarcastic smile.
Gabrielle lifted her chin defiantly. “That’s none of your business. I just want answers. If you’re not going to give them, I’ll leave, and I have nothing more to say to you.”
Desperate, Laynara reached out to stop her. “Please, don’t go. I don’t fully remember what happened that day; it’s all a blur. I... I loved Anyi. I was always in the shadow of my cousins, especially Xena. Anyi was the only one who saw me for who I really was, not for what others expected. But that day, when I confessed my feelings, she rejected me and laughed in my face. She told me she loved Toris and left me there, alone and humiliated.”
Gabrielle listened, stunned. “I understand that you were hurt, but that doesn’t justify taking someone’s life. Anyi didn’t deserve to die,” she said firmly, trying to stay calm in the face of Laynara’s confession.
“And what about my cousin? She always reacts with violence, always kills for far less,” Laynara protested bitterly.
“Xena has paid and continues to pay for her sins,” Gabrielle replied firmly. “She’s changed; she’s seeking redemption. Now, she helps those in need, defends the innocent, and doesn’t spill blood unless she has no other choice. Everything she does is for the greater good.”
“I’m telling you, I don’t remember what happened after that!” Laynara insisted, raising her voice in frustration.
“Yes, you do,” Gabrielle dared, refusing to give in to her fear.
“I don’t remember!” Laynara shouted, throwing one of her trophies to the ground. Gabrielle stepped back, feeling the young woman’s uncontrolled fury.
At that moment, Xena burst into the house, finding her aunt standing in the hallway with a fearful expression. Without hesitation, the warrior moved toward Laynara’s room, guided by the sound of things being thrown. She kicked the door open and saw her cousin hurling trophies to the floor while Gabrielle stood against the wall, watching the scene unfold.
“Gabrielle, are you okay?” Xena asked, her voice thick with concern.
“Yes, I’m fine,” Gabrielle replied, though her eyes remained on Laynara.
“I don’t remember!” Laynara repeated, now whispering in a broken voice, looking at Gabrielle with desperation. “I swear I don’t remember.”
Xena approached Gabrielle, placing a firm but comforting hand on her shoulder. Their eyes met, filled with unspoken words and the weight of all that had been simmering between them for so long.
“Why do you love her?” Laynara broke the silence, her voice dripping with resentment as she exposed Gabrielle directly to Xena. “Why did Anyi love Toris? What does Xena have that I don’t?”
Gabrielle lowered her gaze, a blush spreading across her cheeks. Xena, seeing her, gently lifted Gabrielle’s chin, forcing her to look into her eyes. A small smile formed on Xena’s lips, one that eased Gabrielle’s fears.
Gabrielle spoke with a shaky voice, but her words were firm, filled with the truth she had carried in her heart.
“I love her not just for who she is, but for what I see in her eyes every time she looks at me,” Gabrielle said, her words resonating with an emotion so raw it made Xena look away for a moment, uncomfortable yet deeply moved. Gabrielle continued, “I love the strength in her soul, that inner battle that makes her the woman she is.”
Gabrielle stepped closer, her eyes tracing Xena’s face as if memorizing every detail, every scar.
“I love the sound of your laughter, rare as it is; it lights up my days. And your courage doesn’t just lie in battle but in your ability to change, to be better,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I love you because you’ve walked through darkness, yet you dare to dream of light. I love every word you speak to me, every gesture you make, even the ones you think are insignificant but that, to me, are an anchor in a stormy sea.”
Xena, visibly moved, tried to maintain her composure, but the shimmer in her eyes betrayed her. Gabrielle took a brief pause, looking at her with a devotion that was almost painful.
“I love you with the poetry of each sunrise and the intensity of every sunset,” she continued, her voice now lower, almost quivering. “I love you for the scars you carry with dignity, for your wounded heart that still beats with passion, and because in your silences, I find comfort, and in your presence, I find my home.”
Gabrielle felt a lump in her throat but forced herself to go on. Her hand trembled slightly as she lifted it, as if wanting to reach out even more to Xena, but she let it fall, respecting the space between them.
“If one day you decided to leave, even if my soul shattered into a thousand pieces, I’d watch you go without complaint,” she said, each word an act of bravery. “Because the love I feel for you goes beyond my own desires. Your happiness is my greatest wish, even if I’m not the one who brings it. To truly love is to want the best for the other, even at the cost of yourself, and my love for you transcends what I can express in words.”
Xena closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath, as if needing to process the magnitude of what she had just heard. Gabrielle, feeling the intensity of the moment, turned to Laynara, trying to soften the tension.
“Anyi cared about you, valued you as a friend,” Gabrielle said gently, meeting Laynara’s eyes. “And Laynara, though you may not believe it now, I know that one day, someone will love you with the same intensity and devotion, because you too deserve to be loved like that, without limits or conditions.”
Gabrielle lowered her gaze, her cheeks flushed.
Laynara looked at her, a mix of hope and sorrow in her eyes. “Do you really think so?”
“Yes, but first, you have to stop hiding behind what you did. You can’t keep justifying yourself by what others have done. You need to face it, own it, and work to be better, for yourself.”
Xena reached out her hand to Gabrielle, who took it without hesitation. The two of them left the house together, bound by a silent but profound understanding. As they walked back, Gabrielle could no longer hold back what was inside her.
“Xena, everything I said in there is true,” Gabrielle whispered, knowing the warrior would hear her.
“I love you, Gabrielle,” Xena replied without hesitation.
Gabrielle felt a rush of emotions swirling inside her—something she had longed to hear for so long. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to hear those words. I was so scared that if you knew how I felt, you’d push me away,” she said, hugging Xena tightly, afraid it was all just a dream. “Is this real?”
Xena pulled her closer, gently stroking her hair. “It’s real, Gabrielle. I never knew you felt this way, and if I had, trust me, I wouldn’t have just stood by. I had my own fears too; that’s why I kept my distance. I thought staying away would protect you from me, but all it did was make things harder.” Xena smiled, trying to lighten the moment. “Ready to get back to the inn? You know your ‘big decorating project’ is waiting. Or... should we grab Argo and make a run for it?”
Gabrielle laughed through her tears, playfully hitting Xena on the chest. “Don’t even think about it, warrior. We’re not leaving your mom to handle everything, and we’re definitely not going to ruin Toris’s birthday. But after this, we need to talk about us.”
Xena nodded, her smile reflecting all the happiness she felt. “Us. I like the sound of that.”
“I see something… can you guess what it is?” Gabrielle teased, a spark of joy dancing in her eyes, hoping Xena would play along.
“Animal, mineral, or vegetable?” Xena asked, caught up in Gabrielle’s infectious cheer.
“None of those—it’s a person.”
“A stubborn warrior?”
Gabrielle burst into laughter, delighted. “Yes, but just a part of you.”
Xena looked at her intensely, smiling as Gabrielle’s joy spread to her. “My lips?”
Gabrielle didn’t hesitate. She tugged gently on Xena’s armor, pulling her close until their lips met in a kiss full of promises. It didn’t matter who might be watching; in that moment, it was just them.
“Mom, the plan worked out just as we hoped,” Toris said, peering out the inn window, watching Xena and Gabrielle walk away together, laughing and sharing knowing glances. “Looks like we’ve got a new little sister to tease every now and then.”
Cyrene, standing beside him, smiled with pride and warmth. “Toris, we didn’t really do anything. We just gave them a little nudge.”
“Oh, Mom, don’t be modest. Let’s at least enjoy the credit. It’s not every day you get stubborn Xena to open her heart.”
Cyrene ruffled his hair, laughing. “Alright, son. Sometimes, it’s just about knowing when to push and letting the rest happen on its own.”
The two stood in silence for a moment, watching Xena and Gabrielle, knowing that what they had helped set in motion was more than just a plan—it was a new beginning for both of them, a chance to live the love they had been too afraid to confess for so long.
The End