VIKING THRALL (Historical Romance, Medieval, Viking) by Davis Joanna

Author:Davis, Joanna [Davis, Joanna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-01-19T08:00:00+00:00

Nine

Esme woke up feeling wonderful. Her body was sore but rested as she stretched in the unfamiliar, large bed. She opened her eyes, realizing almost instantly that she was not in her home.

Nay, she was in his home.

Magnus, the leader of the Viking hoard.

She swallowed nervously. She was undressed, as naked as the day she was born. The last thing she remembered was the extraordinary pleasure he'd given her with his hands and lips. Her cheeked burned with embarrassment. And yet, he'd kept his word.

He had not ravaged her.

She looked around the room, seeing that she was alone.

It was already late in the day judging from the light.

Yet the Viking had let her sleep.

She slid from underneath the furs covering the sleeping platform and looked around for her dress. The room was empty. The rough dress was gone.

"Looking for something?"

Esme gasped and pulled one of the furs in front of her bare body.

Magnus was standing in the wide doorway staring at her. He walked forward, holding out a folded crimson cloth.

"Here."

She reached out for it, her eyes wide. It was a soft wool dress. This fine fabric would not irritate her skin, that much was certain.

"I- thank you."

He grunted and turned away.

"Come. Tis time for the mid day meal and I would have you serve me."

"Aye- yes, m'lord."

"My lord? I like that. But you may call me Magnus."

He pulled the curtain aside and looked back at her with a smirk.

"You pleased me well last night thrall. The dress is your reward."

Her cheeks filled with heat as she lifted the dress over her head hastily. She smoothed it down over her curves where it skimmed her body, neither too loose nor too tight. She'd never had anything so fine in her life. Esme was confused though. How had she pleased him? Twas he who had pleased her in fact!

Oh! Did he mean that the way she had shivered in his arms?

She found her old boots by the fireplace. She slipped them on, hoping no one would notice the worn shoes peeking out from under the hem of such a pretty dress. Then she stepped out from behind the curtain.

The main hall was smokey and bright. Men and women were drinking and laughing while a group of men played drums and chanted. There was something about the music that created a strange urgency in the air.

An excitement.

Magnus sat at the center of a long table, crowded with warriors. No women sat there, and all the other men who were not from the raiding party were consigned to the outer edges of the room with the females.

"Here, thrall. You will sit beside me and feed me."

He pulled her onto the bench and leaned down close, whispering in her ear.

"And I will feed you."

She glanced around in embarrassment. The men were watching her, but not in a disrespectful manner. In fact, many wore friendly grins.

She nodded to the one Magnus called Olric. The man seemed to be his second in command. Esme wondered if he would order her around as well.

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