Medieval Ever After (30 page)

“I saw as I arrived that the town is fairly destroyed,” Kenneth wisely changed the subject away from Lady Pembury based on Stephen’s frustrated expression. “Have the raids been constant?”

“They were very violent in the first few days following the surrender,” Stephen was watching Joselyn run around. “But they have died down considerably in the past seven days. Perhaps two or three very small skirmishes, but for the most part, it has been relatively quiet. However, I know they are not over. I have a very bad feeling that the rebels are building up to something big.”

“What do your scouts say?”

“That there is very little activity anywhere in the city. The outskirts seem deserted. I fear the Scots have gone somewhere to regroup and attack in larger numbers.”

Kenneth grunted in agreement. “They simply would not have faded away voluntarily.”

“Nay, they would not have.”

They had circled around the yard and had reached the postern gate that led to the river. Joselyn had cornered the frolicking fawn a few feet away and they watched her as she knelt down to pet the little animal. Stephen looked particularly pensive as he watched his beautiful wife tend the little creature. His frustrated expression had softened into one of adoration.

“Joselyn’s cousin is one of the rebel leaders,” he said quietly. “The man has been in my vault since the city surrendered. We have tried repeatedly to wrest information from him and what information we were able to obtain ended in Joselyn being wounded. I am concerned that he is our only link to the Scots who are unwilling to accept English rule of Berwick.”

Kenneth grunted. “Let me talk to him. Perhaps I can… persuade him to tell us what he knows.”

Stephen wriggled his eyebrows. “Be my guest.”

As Kenneth split for the gatehouse and the vault within, Stephen made his way over to his wife as she knelt down next to the fawn. He stood over the pair for a moment, watching her scratch the spotted little head.

“’Tis time to return to your room,” he told her. “Your five minutes has long been expired.”

She gazed up at him. “Can I bring the fawn?”

He shrugged and she stood up, holding the little animal to her chest. Stephen put an arm around her shoulders and led her back to the keep. He took the animal from her as they mounted the narrow stairs to their chamber, but Joselyn took the animal back from him once they reached the room.

“Now,” Stephen put his hands on his hips, watching her as she set the little creature down near the warm hearth. “I am returning to Kenneth and I want you to stay here and rest. You are not to play with the fawn or jump about. You are to get in bed and lie still. Is that clear?”

She turned to him, properly obedient. “Aye, my angel.”

He looked at her strangely. “Angel? Why do you call me that?”

She went to him, stood on her tip toes to kiss him. But she was not tall enough so he bent down to allow her to kiss him sweetly on the cheek.

“You are an angel to me,” she smiled when their eyes met. “My guardian angel.”

“I am the Guardian Protector, not a guardian angel.”

She shook her head. “You are an angel. You are
my
angel.”

He pursed his lips to let her know how ridiculous he thought she was, but in truth, he was rather touched. “If you think sweet words will cause me to allow you to run amuck as you please, then think again. I shall not fall victim to your flattery.” He pointed insistently at the bed. “You are going to lie down on that bed and rest even if I have to sit on you.”

She giggled at him and his response was to kiss her deeply, his big hands in her hair, on her face. He was having a difficult time taking a firm stance when she was so sweet and charming. It made him love her all the more.

“I was not showering you with empty flattery,” she insisted as he smothered her with kisses. “I was thanking you for taking such good care of me.”

He pulled back, his cornflower blue eyes warm. “You are welcome.”

She grinned, rubbing at his cheeks affectionately. “My sweet, handsome angel.”

He wrinkled his face and tried to pull away. He sensed coercion coming. “I am leaving now.”

She held on to him dramatically. “My sweet, sweet husband,” she made loud kissing noises at him. “You are the most powerful, handsome and adorable man in all the land. You are so kind and generous. You are so….”

He was trying to pull away but he was not doing a very good job. He covered his face with his hands when she threw her arms around his neck and began peppering him with insincere kisses. The ploy was now in full force but he couldn’t seem to get away from her. In truth, he was not trying very hard. He was enjoying it.

“Cease!” he roared weakly. “You will not change my mind. You cannot leave this room until the evening meal and nothing you say will change the fact.”

She laughed loudly when he tripped and fell backwards over the bed. She pounced, straddling his belly and kissing the hands that covered his face as Stephen feebly tried to defend himself.

“Stop!” he commanded.

“Never!” she responded devilishly, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. “Look at me, Stephen.”

“No,” he mumbled fearfully behind the hands over his face.

“Do it,” she shook him. “Remove your hands and look at me.”

He shook his head. “I am afraid to.”

“I promise I will not hurt you.”

His snort reverberated off his hands. “I am not afraid of that. I am afraid you will bewitch me into doing your will.”

She smiled, kissing his hands gently. “I promise I will not bewitch you,” she said, laying her cheek against the back of his enormous hands. “Now look at me.”

He splayed his fingers, the blue eyes glimmering with humor. “I am looking at you. Now what?”

She sat up, still perched on his belly, and began to peel his fingers away, one at a time. She kissed each finger as it came away. Then she pulled both hands off, rough and calloused things. She put them against her cheeks.

“I will rest for the afternoon if that is your wish,” she said softly. “But I would like permission to see to the evening meal when the time comes. This is a special occasion, after all. It is not every day that Kenneth St. Héver visits. I want to make sure everything is perfect so he will be impressed with the kind of woman you married.”

He stroked her cheeks with his thumbs before pulling her down onto the bed and taking the dominate position over her. He lowered himself, gently feasting on her neck and collarbone, tasting her sweetness. The playfulness was over and the gentle passion was beginning.

“He knows what kind of woman I married,” he breathed. “The most wonderful woman in England.”

She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly as he progressed from kissing to fondling her. He hadn’t made love to her since before her injury and she suddenly very much wanted to feel him against her, inside of her. In the past ten days, the man had become her entire world. Her lips found his earlobe.

“Take me,” she whispered.

He shook his head. “Nay, sweetheart, as much as I would love to, I have duties to attend to right now.”

“Duties can wait. ’Tis been too long, Stephen. Take me now.”

He shook his head again and lifted his lips from the swell of her bosom. The cornflower blue eyes were glazed with passion as he gazed at her.

“You are still ill,” he insisted gently, cupping her face. “I do not want to tax you. You must get well before we can….”

She put her hands on his head, pulling him down to her. “I am fine,” she teased as her lips brushed his. “Please, Stephen. Do not deny me.”

He knew he should not but his willpower was not strong enough. When she plunged her little pink tongue into his mouth, he was lost. Her surcoat came off beneath his gentle, eager hands and his mouth latched on to a tender nipple. Joselyn groaned softly as his lips moved over her breasts, her torso, his touch gentler and more reverent than she had ever known it to be. When he finally impaled her on his great phallus, she wrapped her body around him and moved with him, feeling his great strength around her and in her. His touch said a million words his lips couldn’t seem to and she whispered in his ear as he thrust into her, telling him of her love for him. Her softly purring voice only heightened his fervor.

He released himself deep into her body, feeling her slick walls pull at him. Well after their passion climaxed, Stephen continued to hold her tightly, embedded in her sweet body, his chin on the top of her head. He didn’t think it was possible to love something as much as he loved her. He couldn’t remember when his life did not revolve around the woman.

“Now,” he shifted slightly so he could look at her, burrowed warm and deep in his arms. “After all this, you must promise me no more argument. You will stay here and rest while I attend Kenneth.”

She lifted her face up to his, kissing him. “I promise, I will stay here.”

He pecked her on the nose, the lips, before reluctantly releasing her and going in search of his clothing. Joselyn sat up, the coverlet clutched to her naked breast as she watched Stephen dress. She was sorry when he pulled his breeches over his tight buttocks; she rather liked watching his naked behind. In fact, there was much about Stephen’s naked body that she liked, unusual for a woman who had viewed men with such fear and loathing before her marriage. Stephen had changed a great many things about her. He had changed
her
.

She was still daydreaming about him when he finished dressing and turned to her. He fiddled with the mail around his upper arm, watching his wife as she smiled up at him. He finished with the mail and returned her smile.

“You may see to the evening meal if you feel up to it,” he told her. “But that is the extent of it. No walking around, no over-exerting yourself. Swear it.”

She nodded obediently. “I swear.”

“Good.” He winked at her. “I will see you later.”

“I love you, husband.”

He paused, his hand on the door latch, his cornflower blue eyes lingering on her. “I love you, too.”

He winked again and was gone. When the door was shut, she got out of bed to lock it. She thought briefly about dressing and going to the kitchens, but the evening meal was hours away and she did not want to be viewed as disobeying Stephen’s command. But there was something more on her mind with the appearance of Kenneth. She knew he was here to help Stephen in dealing with the rebellious Scots. She had tried and failed. Now Kenneth was here and, at some point, would undoubtedly visit Kynan. Joselyn wondered if a word from her to her cousin would convince the man to tell Kenneth and Stephen what they wanted to know. Perhaps Kynan would feel sorry that Joselyn had been injured by the very people he was trying so hard to protect. She wondered if she should not make one last attempt to aid her husband. She simply couldn’t let it go entirely.

She had to try one more time.

THE SAVAGE CURTAIN

CHAPTER TWELVE

Kynan was shocked
to see Joselyn gazing at him in the dim light. He almost hadn’t seen her in the darkness, through the big iron grates that kept him caged like an animal. The last he had heard, she was gravely injured. Perhaps even dying. But the woman standing on the other side of the iron bars appeared beautiful and healthy. For a moment, he thought he might be dreaming.