Claire Delacroix by My Ladys Desire

Author:My Ladys Desire [Desire, My Ladys]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2012-07-20T08:15:34+00:00

Gaston awoke to a relentless pounding, like a battering ram landing against heavy gates. A despairing damsel was trapped in a tower, the chateau was besieged by the forces of good and it was up to him to scale the high wall, let them in and save the lady. He winced at the onerous task before him, but valiantly forced open one eye.

A brilliant ray of sunlight made him squeeze his eye shut once more The pounding grew more diligent and Gaston realized belatedly that the hammering came from within his own head.

He had been dreaming his usual dream.

Gaston sighed, disappointed that there truly was no damsel to save, no heroic deed to accomplish, no loathsome wound gracing his brow as a trophy of his heroism. Only a headache, likely the result of some overindulgence the night before.

“Just lie back,” Lady Gabrielle urged quietly.

The sound of her voice launched a flood of recollections in Gaston’s mind. To his delight, his dream had not been far from the truth. The forces of good—led by his own knight and lord—had besieged a château by night, though the gates had not been barred against them.

And the lady had come with them, but she had ventured into the high tower alone and unprotected. Gaston had known he had to follow her, that his lord would have done the same if he had not been so heavily occupied in battle that he had not noticed the lady’s departure. But Gaston could recall little beyond following the lady to the solar.

He forced both eyes open this time and found that same sunlight flooding the room. The lady crouched before him, watching him with concern. Gaston feared suddenly that he had fallen asleep and failed her while she needed his aid the most.

And that would be most disappointing. Surely he could not have failed so miserably at his first chance for valor?

“How long have I slept?” Gaston asked, surprised to find his voice a rough croak.

The lady almost smiled. “You did not sleep, Gaston,” she corrected mildly. “You were hit on the head from behind. Do you recall attacking Philip?”

Gaston shook his head, then winced anew at the pain that simple movement launched.

“You have quite a nice lump to show for your gallantry.”

Gallantry. That sounded more promising than having fallen asleep. Gingerly, Gaston explored the back of his head, yelping aloud when his cautious fingers encountered said lump.

“I put cold water on it all the night long.” the lady informed him. “You may be surprised to learn that it has already become smaller.”

“But it is bigger than a goose egg!” Gaston protested.

At that, the lady did smile, though the cheer did not reach her eyes. “Your fingers tell lies,” she said. “It is much smaller than that.” She rose then and moved gracefully across the room, wringing out a cloth in a basin formed within the wall.

The lady returned and pressed the cloth against Gaston’s wound. He flinched at the coldness of it, but she grasped his chin and granted him no quarter.

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