The Whispering Wind (The Kingdom 0f Northumbria Book 1) by Jayne Castel

Author:Jayne Castel [Castel, Jayne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Scottish Medieval Highlander Romance, Brawny Highland Warriors, Majestic & Mysterious Scottish Highlands, Ancient Civilizations, Women's Fiction, Regency & Victorian Era, 15th Century, Forever Love, Bachelor, Single Woman, Medieval & Ancient World, Thrillers & Suspense, Mystery & Intrigue, Protection & Safety, Action & Adventure, Dangerous & Deadly, Romantic Suspense, Life-Changes, Second Chance Reunion, Highlander, Rough & Tumble, Fantasy, Lifetime Love, Romantic Schemes, Mysterious Scottish Highlands, Dark Ages, Beautiful & Feisty, The Kingdom 0f Northumbria Series
Publisher: Winter Mist Press
Published: 2017-01-22T05:00:00+00:00

Aelfwyn pulled her woolen cloak around her and stared out at the softly undulating landscape below her. It unfolded like a rumpled mantle, the trees nestling between soft green hills.

It was a cold morning, and her breath clouded the crisp air. She was glad of the cloak, which Leofric had bought for her at a village two days earlier. He had paid for it with a bronze arm-ring, one of Thunred’s. They now had only a couple of thrymsas left—after that they would be penniless.

At least they would not starve; she had seen that her companion was a skillful hunter. Leofric had managed to provide fresh meat most evenings now that they were far enough south to risk a fire. He took care of them both—and she was grateful—only it did not ease her worries about the future.

“Beautiful land, is it not?”

Leofric had padded up behind her so quietly she had not heard him; a hunter’s gait. Aelfwyn started slightly before smiling at him. He looked well. His pale skin had tanned a light gold, and his hair was starting to grow. When they had met it had been a dark red fuzz against his scalp, but now it was thickening and showing strands of gold and dark brown against the red. Now that she had gotten used to seeing him dressed as a warrior she had to admit that leather suited him far more than a homespun monk’s habit ever had.

“It is,” she agreed. “Where are we now?”

“In the Kingdom of the Lindesege, we crossed the border yesterday.”

Aelfwyn’s gaze widened. “I thought we were remaining in Mercia?”

Leofric grinned back. “I changed my mind. I decided Lincylene might be a good place to spend the winter.”

Aelfwyn had heard little of Lincylene, the capital of this tiny kingdom. The Kingdom of Lindesege lay between the mighty Humbre to the north and a stretch of water bordering East Anglia named The Wash to the south. Its capital had once been a Roman stronghold, but Aelfwyn knew nothing else about the town. Perhaps that was why Leofric had chosen it—a quiet place for them to lay low for a while.

“How far away from Lincylene are we?” she asked.

“Less than a day’s ride.”

Aelfwyn turned away from the view. They stood atop a low hill surrounded by woodland of ash and beech. Nearby Windræs cropped at grass. Aelfwyn watched him fondly. The horse had saved their lives—they would never have been able to outrun the king’s men without him.

She sensed Leofric’s gaze upon her then and glanced up, to find him watching her, a slight smile on his lips.

Not for the first time, Aelfwyn noted how handsome he was—when he smiled the effect was devastating. There was a melting intensity to his hazel-green eyes; he looked at her in a way that made her feel hot and cold at the same time. She had caught him watching her the day before. Like then, she was both flustered and flattered by the attention. However, it warned her that the time for them to talk about the nature of their relationship had arrived.

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