A Connecticut Fashionista In King Arthur's Court by Mari AKA Marianne Mancusi

Author:Mari AKA Marianne Mancusi [Mancusi Mari AKA Marianne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary Romance, Love Story, Medieval Britain, Medieval England, Medieval Romance, Romance, Time Travel Romance
ISBN: 9780505526335
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Goodreads: 75032
Publisher: Black Dog Productions
Published: 2014-09-10T14:00:00+00:00

"No."

"Me neither. So we're both consenting adults. Don't fight it. What will be will be." I lean forward and kiss him, hoping my words and mouth will be enough to sate him.

They are.

Chapter 12

The next day Nimue pronounces me well enough to travel back to Camelot and to my surprise, I find myself disappointed. I would have liked a few more days to master this horse thing, but Lancelot promises he will give me lessons back at King Arthur's pad. There, he says, he will find me a proper horse—no more ponies for me. I'm thrilled at the idea of having my own horse, and can't wait to get back in the saddle again.

So we say our good-byes to Nimue, cross the misty waters, and rejoin our caravan on the other side of the lake.

The ride back to Camelot is predictably long and rough. I want to ride on horseback, but Lancelot insists my ankle needs time to heal. Inside the litter I try to rest, hoping to regain my strength. Guenevere seeks to entertain me with more of her knight-in-shining-armor stories, and surprisingly I even find myself somewhat interested.

"Can I ask you something, Guen?" I query between stories, as we bump along inside the litter.

"Of course," she says promptly. "Anything at all."

"Do you really love Arthur?"

She smiles shyly. "Aye. With all my heart."

I'm tempted to believe her. After all, I've never met such an honest, forthcoming girl. She's completely genuine, guileless. But appearances can be deceiving, and I remember the Lady of the Lake's words. I have to know the truth.

"Nimue told me your marriage was a political arrangement. That you were sent to keep the Christians from taking over Britain."

Guenevere's face falls. She stares down at her small white hands. "She told you that?" she asks in a quiet voice, the smile completely vanished from her face.

"Yes. When I was sick."

Guenevere sighs. "Aye. Then I guess 'tis all right to tell you. Tis true. I never thought I would know a man. I was trained as a priestess of Avalon. Chosen to become Lady of the Lake when Nimue grew too old for her duties." She picks at a fingernail. "But then one day Nimue called me to her chambers. She and Merlin were standing by the Pool of Dreams. They told me they had consulted the pool and that it prophesied a different fate."

I try to hide my scowl at their obvious manipulation of the poor girl, who just sought a simple life.

"All I wanted to do was stay at Avalon," Guen continues in a sad voice. "I love it there. It's so beautiful. So peaceful. But they gave me no option."

"They ordered you to marry Arthur."

"Yes. The Pool of Dreams foretold that I would become high queen and lead my people in the ways of the goddess." She looks up at me, her eyes wide with her innocence. "Truth be told, Kat, I was frightened to death. At only fourteen summers, I had yet to know a man.

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