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The Conqueror's Royal Slave Chapter Thirty - Ephron
The weathervane was unreliable at best, just like Ephron. Eithne couldn’t understand how someone could change so much and for the worse. The wind was coming from the north today and she drew her shawl more closely about her, regretting the fact that she had been forced to steal it. Marcus was in trouble, also. The incriminating piece of paper had been laid before Clara by none other than Megan. A week had passed since the night of her shame, which had seemed so much more sordid than what happened with Xander. Strangely, she didn’t blame the disgraced gladiator, no longer regarding him as a strutting cockerel, like the one atop the spinning weathervane. In her opinion, they should have removed it in favour of a witch on a broomstick. She shuddered. To her astonishment, Marcus had come to her rescue in a way, stating from the outset that he wouldn’t be able to perform with watchers. That hadn’t gone down well, unfortunately, so he’d proceeded to demonstrate his inadequacy. That must h
The Conqueror's Royal Slave Chapter Thirty-One - Boniface
“Wait,” Cassie cried out when the pace became too much. “You need to listen to me.”Earl Adam halted and marched back to where she was doubled over and panting.“Slaves do not initiate conversations with their masters. They serve a purpose, something you will start to understand very shortly.”“What about your men?”“Eager to share your services, are you, little bitch?”It was so hard to meet his eyes now. That knowing gaze was tearing her apart. “Don’t call them, please. I beg you.”“No tears?”Cassie thought he was taunting her at first, but there was something about the way he said it.“I don’t think you have it in you to hurt someone, truly hurt them,” she dared.“You know nothing about me.”“Yes, I do. I saw – I mean, I wasn’t laughing because of what happened.”“Don’t tell me, you were hysterical.”“Ask Izzy, my sister, if you don’t believe me.”“Maybe I will. At least she had the grace to look shocked. Well, you’re going to make it up to me.”“How?”Earl Adam jerked her close t
The Conqueror's Royal Slave Chapter Thirty-Two - Ava
Eithne really wished Ephron would make himself scarce, though he showed no signs of abandoning her. Did he too think, like Megan, that she would jump? She didn’t know whether to be relieved or irritated when she saw the small delegation in the form of the two other princesses making their way towards her. She sincerely doubted they were fawning over her brother, who had changed considerably in two years. “How are you both faring?” she greeted them, motioning with her hand for Ephron to move away. He didn’t take the hint, staring at Ava like a predator. As far as she could recall, her brother hadn’t lusted after females so openly, but perhaps someone she knew all too well had unleashed the beast. Isabel was the only one who smiled. She had been spending time tending to Flavius’ injuries and it seemed a firm friendship was forming. “Iain was telling me … ” she began, and paused as a bird of prey – probably a falcon – flew overhead. “Oh, isn’t it magnificent? Such speed.” “This one
The Conqueror's Royal Slave Chapter Thirty-Three - Xander
The blush on Isabel’s less-than-perfect cheeks spoke volumes. Was she really that shy? Eithne reflected it hadn’t been pleasant when the conqueror forced her to open her bodice but Drago, who had also been present, had offered up what was sound advice afterwards. There really were worse things which could happen. A maidservant was approaching. She only noticed her because of the yelp she gave when Ephron goosed her. What had gotten into him these days? “Yes?” she asked, beckoning when the young woman loitered on the periphery of their little group. “If it please you, Princesses, Queen Clara requests your presence downstairs at once.” What now? she wondered. “You mean the Dowager Queen,” she corrected, with a glance at Ephron. But her brother was already retreating. Was this to be something unpleasant and humiliating? Ava was obviously of the same mind. “What does that bloody bitch want now? No offence, Eithne.” She linked arms with each of them, knowing even the feisty one nee
The Conqueror's Royal Slave Chapter Thirty-Four - Rowanne
“I need your help,” she said, “starting from now.” Eithne was too shocked to protest, while Megan demanded to know on whose authority. “Clara won’t like it if she isn’t aware.” The female gladiator ignored her, crossing the threshold and surveying the richly-appointed chamber. A frown formed on her forehead and she went over to the far side of the room. Without warning, she took the dagger from her belt and stuck it into a small opening in the wall. “Has that always been there?” Eithne shook her head. “If I were you I’d undress behind a screen in future,” Rowanne said. Crouching down, she inspected a hole in the flagstones, shaking her head in a way which didn’t disclose what she was thinking. “The Princess would be far safer under your protection,” Megan said. “A flatterer. Why didn’t you warn her?” “Because I didn’t know.” Slowly, it dawned on Eithne that there had been a clandestine witness to her wanton romp. She clapped a hand over her mouth, feeling slightly sick. “My
The Conqueror's Royal Slave Chapter Thirty-Five - The Imposter
Eithne knew she was in trouble when the man in the surcoat planted his dirty boots on the part of the floor she had just finished scrubbing. Orange and mauve, her least favourite colours in the world. “You are to come with me, Princess,” he said, extending his arm. She scrambled to her feet without assistance, wondering why every time someone sent by Clara spoke to her they did so with a sneer. The way he pronounced her title made it sound as if she belonged in a dung heap. It couldn’t be any worse than here. Her heart sank to see they were on their way to the royal chamber. The escort rapped once on the door and stood back so that Eithne came face to face with Ephron. “There you are, you little harlot. Tell Mama how you behaved like a true fille de joie with an unknown man.” Two things alarmed her about that last sentence. Her brother used the Frankish term for a prostitute when he had always professed a distaste for Clara’s mother tongue. And he apparently hadn’t recognised Xand
The Conqueror's Royal Slave Chapter Thirty-Six - Ava
Iain’s quarters were even less comfortable than Rowanne’s. Was that deliberate? she wondered. Yet the sometimes prickly girl from across the water made her welcome and she sank gratefully onto a pile of cushions, rubbing at her sore knees. The still limping gladiator – how had she missed that before? – was only too pleased to share some of his allotted ale and they sat at the tiny table as Ava continued where she had left off on the castle battlements. He asked a question or two occasionally, but otherwise left her to make sense of her past as best she could in the telling of it. * There were four of them in the commander’s tent, all unshackled now and on their knees. Ava tried not to think about what would happen next. King Harold had regularly made her watch his guards have their fun with reluctant maidservants. It would be too cruel to play an active part in that. Connor was in no mood to be gainsaid. Marriage was definitely off the table, while the other benefits clearly weren’
The Conqueror's Royal Slave Chapter Thirty-Seven - Eithne
“There’s a lot of intrigue in a royal court.” Iain set down his tankard, wiped his mouth and offered up a smile. “I’m beginning to understand that, Princess. Though Isabel wouldn’t open up to me. Scared of her own shadow that one.” “You’re wrong, gladiator,” Ava said. “She’s just different, that’s all.” She looked him straight in the eye as she added, “Izzy needs someone to love and appreciate her or she’ll never know her own worth.” The big man spluttered, and Eithne slapped him on the back. “Surely you don’t mean me?” he gasped. “Bloody piece of bread went down the wrong way.” “That’s what you get for stuffing your face.” Ava said it with affection, and Eithne couldn’t help remembering how readily she’d prepared the simple meal which included cheese and red apples, as well as buttermilk. She’d disappeared for a while “on a forage” as she said. No doubt the food had been pilfered from the royal larder but these days the Princess of Ormond wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the m
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