A Warrior's Honor by Margaret Moore

Author:Margaret Moore
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Harlequin Treasury
Published: 2011-06-08T22:00:00+00:00

“Damn the rain,” Lord Cynvelin muttered as he stood looking out the door of the hall. “We can’t leave today, either, unless we want to take a boat.”

Madoc and Twedwr and the men of his guard exchanged sullen looks. They started to mumble amongst themselves, then Madoc took out a dagger and threw it at one of the beams in the roof, apparently as an expression of dismay.

“This place needs enough repair without you adding to the damage,” Bryce noted from the other end of the hall where he stood with the men of the garrison. Like Cynvelin’s guards, they had been forced to stay inside for most of the past seven days.

Bryce very much wished it could be otherwise, for it had become abundantly clear that the men of the garrison and the men of the Cynvelin’s guard despised one another, although all were Welshman.

It was easy enough to see why. Cynvelin’s men were arrogant, impertinent rascals who seemed to think everything that didn’t personally belong to Cynvelin was theirs by right. The food, the bedding—even the women. More than once Bryce had had to break up a dispute, and the women had taken to keeping in the kitchen, for which he could not fault them.

When Lord Cynvelin did witness some of the arguments, he seemed to find it all vastly amusing, and never sought to intervene. Bryce assumed the Welshman considered that his task, so he did his best to keep the two factions apart.

Fortunately, Cynvelin and his men would be leaving eventually, and hopefully before Cynvelin’s baggage carts were completely devoid of food.

Although Bryce didn’t look forward to that nearly as much as he had when he first brought Lady Rhiannon here.

He had been trying his best to ignore her, given what had passed between them, yet no matter how often he reminded himself that she was already betrothed, he couldn’t help noticing that she seemed far less pleased with Lord Cynvelin now than she had been at Lord Melevoir’s—and shouldn’t the opposite be true? She should be delighted to be with the man she loved.

If she loved him.

Lady Rhiannon was the most vibrant, interesting woman he had ever met. In addition, she was everything a gracious chatelaine should be. She was easily the most patient person in the hall, never complaining about the weather or the accommodation. She ate whatever was served with good grace and spoke kindly to the servants. When he watched her play chess with Lord Cynvelin, always losing with good humor, it was all he could do not to hover about her like a bee, drawn to the sweetness of her smiles.

He struggled to decipher her behavior and reactions. Was she truly that kindhearted and patient, or was that merely another part of her deception? Did she care for Lord Cynvelin, or were those hints of strain and displeasure merely fatigue and a desire to get away from Annedd Bach to the more luxurious accommodation of Caer Coch?

She had to be a shameless temptress.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.