Claimed by the Warrior by Eliza Knight

Author:Eliza Knight
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Medieval
Published: 2016-03-26T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

“What were ye doing with Lady Éabha in the cellar?” Torsten crossed his arms over his chest and stared his housekeeper down. He’d seen them both approach the cellar but he’d been distracted by the stable master who was having trouble with a shoe on one of the horses, and was unable to follow them to see for himself.

He’d avoided Éabha long enough now that knocking on her door and demanding to know what was happening seemed awkward. The fact that he’d taken her against her will from Strome didn’t count anymore because after that first sword fight, she’d earned his respect and her freedom. Now, hours later, when he’d finally broken down, and decided to go up to the tower, awkwardness be damned, because he needed to see her, he ran into Mary on the stairwell.

Mary’s fingers were stained with various odd colors, which given it was spring might not have caused him to pause, but he knew for a fact they were not yet dyeing any wool because shearing was late due to the raids.

Something was definitely off.

Mary fidgeted, not meeting Torsten’s gaze, and not answering his question. His housekeeper had never been this disloyal before.

Torsten straightened, staring the older woman down. He tried to keep his voice steady as he spoke. “Mary, for the love of all that’s holy, what is going on?”

Mary shook her head, glanced about, perhaps deciding if she should run up the stairs or scoot around him to go down. Thinking better of it, she looked down at her toes. “The lady paints,” she said faintly.

“Paints?” Torsten cocked his head, staring at the top of Mary’s bun, willing her to meet his gaze, but she did not.

She nodded, her bun bobbing, eyes still locked on the ground. “Aye.”

“What does she paint?”

“Landscapes, portraits.” Mary looked ready to bolt, her feet now shuffling back and forth. “Anything really.”

Éabha was an artist. Fascinating. From the way she’d fought with a sword he’d not have guessed she was also skilled with paints, but her fiery nature, the vibrancy of her, that leant to a creative spirit. What was the big secret? “Why was it so hard to tell me that?”

“I was not certain if ye’d approve of me getting the supplies for her.” She quickly hid her hands behind her back. “On account of her being your special guest. Apologies, my laird, for overstepping my bounds.”

Torsten was ready to throttle his housekeeper and anyone else, for that matter, who tried his patience. Did no one believe she wasn’t his prisoner? Well, he supposed he would have to prove it.

It had been hard enough to keep away from the lass the past week. He’d worked himself to the bone to keep from thinking about her, and every horse in the stables had been thoroughly groomed considering he ran in the opposite direction of the castle whenever he thought about her.

“I do not have any qualms or reservations regarding the entertainments of Lady Éabha.”

Mary raised a brow, and

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