Alana by Maryse Dawson

Author:Maryse Dawson
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Medieval
Published: 2018-04-05T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 6

T he next day dawned, and with it, came a flurry of snow. Munching down on a piece of freshly baked bread during breakfast, Alana suggested to Heather that they should have a walk together.

"Oh, I would love to! I can wear the new woollen cloak Theo gave me."

There was a loud gasp from across the table. "You two are not serious, are you? It is freezing outside!" exclaimed Ryia, pulling a face. "The very notion makes me shudder with cold."

Alana smiled sweetly. "Heather and I are quite resilient, and there is nothing nicer than walking in freshly fallen snow."

"That is a romantic notion," Ryia's mother, Lady Gloriana, interjected, raising her nose in the air dismissively. "The reality is having your feet turn into blocks of ice and catching your death. I suggest that you stay warm inside the hall, daughter." She patted Ryia's hand. "Mayhap you will be able to converse with Jacques when he makes an appearance. That man is always so busy but then that is what puts him in the king's favour, my dear, and makes him so eligible."

Alana nearly choked on her piece of bread and Heather quickly patted her on the back, offering her some watered down wine to help her swallow.

So, it wasn't just Ryia who was hankering after Jacques, but her parents were also behind it. By the rood! What would Jacques think if he knew?

Clearing her throat, she recovered enough to tell Heather that she would meet her at the front of the keep in ten minutes before escaping to her bedroom. Seating herself on the edge of the bed, her mind raced as she pondered Lady Gloriana's words. It would seem she truly intended to try and ensnare Jacques for her daughter. But he had no feelings for Ryia, or so he had told her. What if he had lied? What if Ryia's love was requited?

She chewed her bottom lip as her body burned with jealousy. Surely, he would never marry a girl like Ryia? She pictured his large arms encircling Ryia and his head dipping down to taste her lips, and she shuddered with distaste.

Annoyed with herself for letting Ryia get to her, she huffed loudly, realising she cared more for Jacques than she wanted to admit. Kicking off her slippers, she reached under the bed for her boots and quickly slipped them on, before donning her thick woollen cloak.

She would pay no heed to Lady Gloriana's words. Jacques was big enough and burly enough to make up his own mind whom he would marry.

Heather greeted her with a big grin when she joined her outside. The air was crisp and clear, the snow at least four inches deep. "I wondered what was keeping you, you took so long!"

"Fie, I will warrant I was only seconds behind you!" Alana declared, grinning mischievously before quickly picking up a handful of snow and launching it at her sister. "Take that for your sins!"

"Ooof!" Heather declared, when the snow hit her full on the face.

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