Chapter Seventy - Charles and Lysette

Word had reached de Mornay of a hostile force marching through Normandy. He mocked the very idea, even though the rumours said it was headed up by a bastard.

“Send in Fleur,” he said, draining the dregs of wine from his goblet. The maidservant curtseyed before scurrying to obey. He sensed her relief but preferred to believe it was disappointment. “This should entertain you, my love.”

His wife was sitting up in bed, still weak from losing their child. He didn’t blame her; Xander never brought him anything but ill-luck. Now it was time for payback.

The young woman was dressed provocatively in a too tight gown which matched her striking green eyes.

“I can see the resemblance,” Lysette said.

“Except for the freckles. Don’t you find them ugly, my love?”

“Some say they are kisses from the sun,” she remarked, moving restlessly beneath the coverlet.

“I wonder what else has entered that pretty mouth.”

“You are disgusting, de Mornay.”

“Careful, Fleur. I could have you whipped.”

“My name is Gene