Knights of Honor series Boxed set: Books 1 - 3 by Aston Alexa & Publishing Dragonblade

Author:Aston, Alexa & Publishing, Dragonblade [Aston, Alexa]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Romance, Historical, Fiction
Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2017-12-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

They had been on the road almost a sennight, and each day unfolded much in the same way. Raynor rode ahead of the cart carrying Beatrice and her meager belongings in order to scout the way. Timothy drove the cart, while she watched the passing scenery. Bobbit brought up the rear, keeping his eyes open for anyone that might follow them.

Their party stopped briefly at midday to stretch their limbs and partake in a simple meal before they continued north. By twilight, Raynor would have found a place to make camp.

He hated that time worst of all, being in camp with Beatrice. He always volunteered to hunt for their supper, leaving Timothy and Bobbit to build the fire and gather water. Raynor would return with some small game, cook the meat and listen to the others talk.

The two soldiers spoke of their lives before coming to Ashcroft. Both were fairly new to the barracks, but Raynor had found the two men skilled in the yard during their training sessions. He believed himself a good judge of character and thought each man trustworthy. He had only brought two soldiers with him, thinking Sir Lucas could not spare any more.

More than anything, he avoided meeting Beatrice’s eyes as the four of them gathered around the fire for their evening meal. While polite to her and respectful of her station, Raynor observed both soldiers had grown increasingly enamored with her and he couldn’t blame them. What man would not be drawn to her?

Beatrice shared small bits of her childhood with them, nothing too specific. She never spoke of her fear of horses, and neither Timothy nor Bobbit asked her about it. Mostly, she listened to their tales—until their third night on the road. Bobbit asked if she would play her lute for them. It surprised Raynor when Beatrice agreed to do so although it took both Timothy and Bobbit urging her on.

Her voice was low and throaty, much as her speaking voice. The words she sang wove a spell as her fingers strummed the strings of the instrument. If he hadn’t already been in love with her, Raynor would have toppled deep into the abyss of love after hearing her perform.

From then on, his men begged for her song. She seemed pleased that they did so and obliged them every evening once they had supped. Raynor sometimes could feel her eyes on him as she sang, but he chose to stare off into the distance. Yet, her voice touched his heart each time she sang. Actually, she tore it in two. For as much as he hated being near her as they journeyed north, he lived for each minute in her presence. These were the last precious days he would ever have in her company. Each league they traveled brought her closer to her new life.

Raynor wondered what kind of man Edwin Stollers was. Would her husband care for Beatrice as much as he did? Would he appreciate not only her beauty

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