Storm Trilogy by Cantrell Ria

Author:Cantrell, Ria [Cantrell, Ria]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2015-07-30T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Bronwyn’s recovery from her head injury progressed well. While her heart was heavy, her headaches were less and she no longer had dizziness when she stood. She had wanted to ask Rhianna about Drew’s former betrothed, but there was a rash of sick children in the village and Rhianna was kept busy. Mostly, Bronwyn wandered around Ragnorsen keep and did her best to avoid the Viking. On the times when their paths crossed, he said nothing to her, but glared at her with pure disdain. His Nordic blue eyes sent a chill through her as surely ice formed on the northern fjords.

Bronwyn was not a prisoner at Ragnorsen, so she was free to come and go as she wished. She suspected if she “escaped” now, no one would come to her rescue, this time. Despite her freedom, however, Bronwyn was filled with loneliness. She tried not to ponder too much on thoughts of Drew. She had hoped he would have returned after he had time to cool his temper and nurse his bruised feelings, but he still had not come.

With each passing day, Bronwyn’s hopes of Drew’s return dwindled. Bronwyn started to truly believe that Drew was not going to return and so, she would have to return to her family, humiliated and tarnished. In truth, her reputation did not matter to her. She did not feel sullied because she had loved Drew. In fact, she felt more alive than she had ever been in all her three and twenty years. The worst part was feeling like she had failed her family, clan and country. Would there be recourse because she had failed to marry an English knight? Would this failure lead to bloodshed between her clan and the English?

There had to be a way to make things right, even if Drew would no longer have her. Perhaps, she would sacrifice herself to a lesser knight to appease the mad logic of the English king, so long as none of her family and friends would be hurt over her failure. Had she already sacrificed herself for naught? Nay, she could not think that what she had even briefly shared with Drew was a self-sacrifice. What she gave to Drew, she gave willingly and she gave in love. Even thinking about their brief taste of passion set Bronwyn’s pulse racing. It was as if all her pent up sensuality had been released by his touch; by his love making.

Besides missing Drew until her heart ached, Bronwyn missed the wild abandon she had found in Drew’s bed. At night she laid her head down on his pillow and tried to breath in his scent. The castle maids had changed the bedding after her first night at Ragnorsen and Drew’s scent barely lingered there now.

Bronwyn wandered out to the inner bailey to get some fresh air. Though the day was crisp, and cold, Bronwyn relished being able to be out in the chilly air. She spotted Dana, who waved cordially to her. Something pricked at the back of Bronwyn’s mind.

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