Resurrection by Olivia Rae

Author:Olivia Rae
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HopeKnight Press

Chapter 15

Look not every man on his own things, but every man also on the things of others.

Philippians 2:4

Eleanor glanced down at her gown and wondered if she had picked the right one. For the first time in her life she actually worried about her appearance. She even called for a maid to help, which wasn’t her usual habit. With support, she chose an over-gown of a pale yellow which used to belong to Uncle Leonard’s sister. According to him, she died even before she had a chance to wear it. Was that a good omen or a bad one? Eleanor did not care as long as Hugh liked the gown. The maid who helped her dress this morn said it was a nice complement to Eleanor’s chestnut hair. Though her hair had been tightly plaited, a few curls could still be seen through the sheer, short cream veil.

Oh, she did wish to be pleasing. Eleanor pinched her cheeks and hoped dark circles hadn’t formed under her eyes from lack of sleep last eve. Who in their right mind could rest after kissing Hugh de Maury? Eleanor gently touched her lips. If she closed her eyes she could still feel his mouth on hers. His kiss was like warm wheat, soft yet secure and satisfying.

Eleanor let out a long sigh. The only thing she regretted was acting like a ninny afterwards, shrieking and closing the door in his face.

At least a hundred times last night she’d pressed an ear against the door, trying to listen to his even breathing or his slight snoring. But she could hear naught, and then she feared he could hear her. ’Twas a very wearisome night, indeed. Somehow today she would broach the subject of the kiss. She would have to find the courage to tell him how she really felt.

When she opened her chamber door, she was surprised to find a guard stood where Hugh had been last night. Of course he wouldn’t be here. No doubt he was out inspecting his crops. Their discussion could wait until this afternoon when they practiced their skills with the bow. She stepped out of the room and slowly descended the stairs. Her mind racing. Nay, it could not wait. She needed to see him now.

Eleanor raced down the remaining steps to the great hall and scanned the room quickly. He was not here. Without pausing, she walked out to the bailey and looked about. Not here either. She headed toward the gate where she spotted Simon.

“Good day, Simon. Is your father about?”

The boy shook his head. “I know not. I have not seen him since yesterday.”

Her gaze drifted past his shoulder, beyond the gate. “Mayhap he is out in the fields.”

“Perhaps,” Simon added, then hastily rushed on. “Are you working on the chapel this morn?”

His eager face made her pause. “Aye, after I talk to your father.”

“Good, then I shall get started now.” He pulled a piece of parchment from his tunic. “I have made a drawing for the altar.

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