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Chapter Sixty-Two - Too Late
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The Conqueror's Royal Slave Chapter Sixty-Three - Conscription
Maybe it was overkill, but the word went out that Ormond wanted able-bodied men to report to the castle – no exceptions – as there was likely to be a new threat to the kingdom. Cryers were sent out to spread the word in the towns and villages and soon the place was swarming with strangers from as far afield as Alba and Larch.Among them was Earl Adam Campbell, much to Xander’s surprise.“I thought Cassie told us he was dead?”Iain, looking distracted – Jocasta was in a bad way – mentioned then what he knew.“She lied?”It seemed it was news to Will, as well.“I only know what my sister said. We were talking about deceit for some reason and I happened to say the lass was sound. I’m not saying she’s not to be trusted, but many a false yarn is spun by an open fire.”Eithne spoke then, offering a woman’s insight.“Maybe she wished she’d had the courage to do such a thing.”“Remind me never to bolster your resolve,” Xander remarked. “Two wrongs don’t make a right.”“So, you admit to wrongd
The Conqueror's Royal Slave Chapter Sixty-Four - Genevieve
Maybe she had acted in haste and would live to regret it, but the opportunity had been too good to pass up when one of their captors vomited suddenly leaving part of the line unguarded. As she had expected, there was no hue and cry, though the look on the owner’s face was priceless.The three of them had secreted themselves in the bushes by the wayside and waited to be retrieved but it never happened.Tora seemed to know where she was heading, and Nell agreed the territory seemed familiar to her after a time.By a strange coincidence they had been near neighbours, though Tora claimed her brother hadn’t had chance to settle in one particular spot as they waited to be granted farmland. Nell was looking forward to seeing her sister, Rowanne, and little brother, Wulfric, again, while her other companion was extolling the virtues of her brother, Ulf.Genevieve couldn’t help thinking about Xander with mixed feelings. Would he believe she’d let him down?Still, anything was better than being
The Conqueror's Royal Slave Chapter Sixty-Five - Danes
Before she lost her nerve, Rowanne made her way to the place the men from the Dane Lands were camped. It was difficult to miss the spot given the red banner. Knowing her face was flushed anyway, she became even more embarrassed when Jens came up behind her and appeared to think she was a male.“Get lost,” he said, in the Norse language. “We were here first.”“It’s me. Is Ulf inside?”“Rowanne? What are you doing here?”“Same as you,” she said, with no little pride.It wasn’t the whole truth but he didn’t need to know that.“Look at you. Just look at you.”She quailed beneath the admiration in his eyes.“Answer the question, please.”“Where did you disappear to?”This was getting her nowhere.“Your beard’s fuller these days.”Jens clutched his chin with no little pride. “The others don’t mock me so much now. Come inside. Halfdan and Bjarne will be glad to know you survived whatever happened that night.”She swallowed. He still hadn’t mentioned Ulf. It was as she had feared: he was angr
The Conqueror's Royal Slave Chapter Sixty-Six - Bereft
Eithne remained up on the battlements long after the last horsemen had left. Her arm wasn’t stiff from waving, as it would not have been seemly, though her cheeks felt frozen by the cold breeze which had sprung up, and she was grateful for the Frankish shawl which had arrived via a foreign pedlar only yesterday. The linen was still stiff though she simply adored the embroidery on the edges. Though not quite a bride, she felt like any woman watching her man ride away: apprehensive and heartsick. The heirloom she wore on a gold chain around her neck. Superstition forbade her from even trying it on for size. His sister may want it back. But the thought had been a good one. It counted on the plus side of his increasingly pleasing attributes. She caught herself before the blush had chance to properly form. Last night had been a tender experience, one never to be forgotten, as they shared their hopes and dreams once the lovemaking was done. She felt fortunate it had been Xander she encount
The Conqueror's Royal Slave Chapter Sixty-Seven - Mama
Clara was seated on a small stool in the middle of her cell, regarding her nails critically and as if they were the enemy. “Oh, it’s you,” she said, pointedly ignoring Rowanne. “I came to see how you were doing,” Eithne lied, in the way the despised court etiquette had taught her. “To gloat more like. In your shoes, I would do the same.” “Do you need a change of clothes?” She held her nose. “It stinks in here.” “My slop pail is full.” “I’ll send someone. In fact, Rowanne, would you be kind enough to fetch one of the girls?” She drew the bodyguard aside discreetly, making a request which seemed to meet with her approval if the light in her eyes was anything to go by. “Will you be okay, Eithne?” She squared her shoulders. “I think I can deal with any threat from a lone Frankian, especially one as filthy as this. Stand up, Mama. Is that blood on your gown? I suggest you remove it with all speed.” Eithne held out her hand as if she were about to take possession of the article of c
The Conqueror's Royal Slave Chapter Sixty-Eight - Family Strife
“God forbid we are invaded while Xander is overseas.” The irony of that statement struck Eithne only after she had uttered it. Hard to believe the conqueror would go to war on behalf of Ormond when he had no real intention of usurping the crown from its rightful king. If she had helped him come to a decision about that it would feel like she had also done her bit for the realm. “Where is King Ephron? What’s taking so long?” Princess Ava was as edgy as ever. Eithne hoped she hadn’t been serious about the cloistered life. She pitied those poor nuns already. The other two princesses, Isabel and Cassie, had very different fortunes, also. Naturally, Isabel was worried about Lars, while her sister claimed it wouldn’t bother her if Adam didn’t return. Who knew what the truth was regarding those two? Jocasta didn’t want for company and had even made it outside, with her brother’s help. For some reason she had stopped making predictions. Eithne knew that didn’t mean she couldn’t foresee t
The Conqueror's Royal Slave Chapter Sixty-Nine - Home Truths
Eithne was first stunned then dismayed when she heard the news. Ephron had ordered Clara’s release from the tower and she was currently under guard in a chamber close to his. It seemed he was about to pardon her for her “misguided actions” and believed her when she blamed it mainly on Edgar.As far as anyone knew he was still languishing in the tower and she had no desire to pay him a visit anytime soon.The summons came as she was preparing for bed. There was no time to don a suitable gown so she contented herself with a thick robe, lined with ermine, and hoped this dressing down wouldn’t take long.Beauregard was the first person she saw. She would recognise that red hair anywhere. His language skills were still not all they could be but she understood he was pleased to see her and hoped she was well.“I am tired,” she admitted, placing her palms together and laying her head against them briefly.It made him stifle a yawn and she wanted to laugh, despite everything.Was her brother
The Conqueror's Royal Slave 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
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