Marrying Her Viking Enemy by Harper St. George

Author:Harper St. George
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2018-11-20T19:40:31+00:00

Chapter Twelve

By the end of the first day Elswyth had made her decision. By the end of the second day she had admitted that decision to herself. It hadn’t come as a certainty, but as a creeping and crawling suspicion that choosing not to marry Rolfe was unthinkable. Both he and Ellan seemed to think things were simple, so she had resolved to follow the advice he’d given her. Make one decision at a time.

Her first decision would be to marry him. Her second one would be how to tell her father about it. He would disapprove. Nay, he would despise her choice. She knew it as well as she knew that Rolfe would do everything in his power to make her a happy wife. She hadn’t been lying when she’d told him that she’d watched how he interacted with those he cared about. He might be a Dane, but he had a kind soul and he would make her a good husband.

If only her father would see it that way. She’d need help to tell him, which is what had brought her to Lady Gwendolyn’s chamber. An afternoon snow had driven many people inside, and Lady Gwendolyn had disappeared to her chamber a little while ago with Tova. Elswyth could hear the baby squealing in delight from behind the door as she knocked.

‘Come in,’ Lady Gwendolyn’s voice called out.

Elswyth stepped inside to see the lady seated at the table in the chamber, smoothing out a gown she was attempting to embroider for her daughter. Everyone knew that Lady Gwendolyn was the best archer in Alvey, but her skills with the needle were lacking. Elswyth found it admirable that it was a deficiency she was trying to rectify.

Lord Vidar had been lying on the large bed across the room, tossing his daughter into the air which was the source of her squeals of delight. He stopped when he noticed Elswyth and sat up with Tova in his arms. He held the infant with a tenderness that brought an ache to her heart.

She thought with a start that if she followed through with her plan to marry Rolfe, she might have her own child by this time next year. Happiness warmed a spot in her chest and she knew that she was making the right decision in her choice of husband.

‘Apologies for disturbing you, my lady, my lord, but I wondered if I might talk to you? Alone.’ The last she directed at Lady Gwendolyn.

‘You’re not disturbing us.’ Lady Gwendolyn smiled and seemed very happy to toss her embroidery to the side.

‘Not at all,’ Lord Vidar added as he rose. ‘I suspect my wife is happy to be distracted from her needlework.’

Lady Gwendolyn laughed and said with mock tenacity, ‘I’ll conquer that needle if it’s the last thing I do.’

Lord Vidar gave her an indulgent smile and held Tova against his chest as he bent over to press a kiss to his wife’s forehead. ‘Leave it. You don’t have to learn embroidery if you don’t want to.

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