medieval-romance

Ah, cariad, finally I have you to myself, with a bed behind me, and what do I do?

She straightened and crossed her arms. __ can__ sleep with you,_ she blurted._ __s you please.___s you please?_ She stepped back, the rough wood of the bench bumping her upper calf. She__ braced herself for a battle and now felt oddly deflated. __ou aren__ going to try to talk me into it?___ need not talk women into lying with me.

A sudden yearning to hold Artagan close overtakes me, to smell the scent of his skin and run my hands through his tousled black hair. He will soon ride into peril again as he has many times before. No matter how often he rides away, I never get used to it.

She needed a distraction. __as that your mother?_ The splashing stopped. __re you going to converse while I bathe?_ __hy not?_ __eels rather unseemly._ She laughed, picturing him sitting there, shocked and indignant. __e__e supposed to be married, right?_ __ou have a point, however I would rather not discuss her right now._ __ think you__e evading me.___ayhap. Is it working?

Here, sleep with your back against me. I shall protect you better this way._ She nodded, shuffled closer, and leaned back against him. Her unique womanly scent washed over him, and he fortified his resolve, though having her so close on a bed of furs fired his blood. She dragged her fur up, and he draped his extra across, tucking it in around her shoulders and arms. __ do not fancy having one of them lying next to you. Besides, I wish not for your pinkie to wander.

My blood runs cold. Her savage stare and bloodied hands leave no doubts in my mind as she glares up at us from across the battlefield. This must be the fabled Queen of the Picts.

Knowing this was the same man from last night now clad again in his hunky knightly armor was a strange aphrodisiac. Yeah, a hot look, no denying.

You will be the death of me, woman.

Whatever befalls us, we will endure it together. I clutch my longbow and dagger close to my side. My last thoughts linger on my husband and my boy. I will not let harm come to either of them.

I never was the type of noblewoman to stay by the hearth while the men rode into battle anyway. As my father always used to say with the shake of his head, the blood of the Old Tribes runs strong in me.