Malia Martin by Her Norman Conqueror

Author:Her Norman Conqueror
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

The sun-dappled water danced, making it seem as if the world were full of crystals. Robert closed his eyes and watched the colors sparkle against his eyelids, blue, red, yellow. Slowly, he dragged his eyes open to see her, a dark outline against the brightness of the sea. Tall, curvaceous, sensual. She came closer and he saw that she had been swimming. Her raven hair shone with clear, sparkling droplets of water.

The beauty of the scene before him belied the feeling in his heart. Why did he hurt? How did he know her smile would turn down as soon as she realized it was him? Why did he feel so dark inside with such light surrounding him?

And then she opened her arms to him, smiling and he went to her. He felt her breasts, wet against his chest. He smelled the scent of her flesh, the sea in her hair. And his heart broke open to bring in her light and let out its darkness.

This was how it should be, he thought.

“Robert?” she asked lightly. “Robert?”

Only he couldn’t answer, he couldn’t speak.

“Robert!” This time her tone was more commanding. “Robert!” Harsh impatience thundered through her suddenly deep voice.

He opened his eyes and saw darkness.

“Awake, Robert de Guise!” One of Robert’s men stood at the opening of his tent. “William has need of thee.” He left, letting the tent flap fall behind him.

Robert swallowed once, painfully, realizing the full depth of disappointment as the happiness of his dream faded into heartbreaking reality.

With a low groan, Robert laid his forearm over his face and relaxed for a moment in his cot. In his mind’s eye he saw Aleene again, at the beach. They had played like children. The woman of the wounded eyes had smiled. She had laughed. She had opened her heart, and he had smashed it beneath his heel.

He was ashamed. He had fought it at first, justifying his actions. After all, her king had stolen the crown of England from its rightful owner. But, of course, that was not his main reason for being there. He wanted wealth. He wanted the power to control his own destiny rather than be a mere underling all his life like his father before him. And so, to achieve that he had continued in his ruse.

And then he had begun to care. Still, if he had truly cared, he should have left. He should have lost himself to her so she would never know his true identity, never know even more heartbreak than she had already.

Robert huffed a dark laugh as he hauled himself from bed and pulled on his leather shoes. He had been torn. Caring for the woman, he began to see through the layers of armor, and caring also for the wealth she could bring him. Robert shook his head. He needed to forget for now, put her from his mind. He had a war to help win.

Into the dark, crisp night, Robert trudged, his breath making a soft white mist in front of his face.

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