released her.
Galiana was sweet innocence, the exact opposite of the women who had raised him, in more ways than one, at court. He felt the pulse in her neck jump as her body reacted to his, and yet she remained still instead of giving in to virginal nerves. Intriguing.
âThe first rule at court, my lady, is to never reveal your strategy. Keep your moves close to yourââher breath quickenedââbreast. Else your enemy will pounce.â
âI have no enemies.â She lowered her voice to a sensuous whisper that had Rourke longing for the evening ahead. Theyâd be married, and heâd make sure no other man would take what belonged to him. Fair or no, the lady was a prize. He could learn her body with his fingertips. Who needed eyes in the dark?
âExcept for you,â she added softly.
âWe neednât be at war, my lady,â Rourke promised.
Galiana slowly pulled away from him, and he immediately missed her heat.
âWe already are.â
He heard the low jingles of the chains girdled around her waist, and he wondered what she wore. A bland tunic of semi-fine linen, in a demure brown or gray ⦠His body tensed with need, and he didnât know if the lady he lusted after was fat or thin or plain or pretty. Whatâs more, for the first time in his lifeâit didnât matter.
She was compassionate, brave, and adventurous. Reared to be a lady, but her nature cried out for more than the confines of sedate womanhood. He understood too well what it was like to be trapped by circumstances of birth.
âI donât know who you are,â she told him.
He could be anybody. Whoever she wanted him to be. âItâs complicated.â
âComplicated.â Her laughter seemed self-directed, and Rourke wondered why. âMy parents will be back by the end of February, at the latest. We can announce the engagement then.â
âNay,â Rourke tapped his fingers against the arm of the chair. âWeâll have the priest marry us tonight.â
Galiana made a strangled sound at the back of her throat. âNay.â
âItâs for your own protection.â
âHow so?â
âMy men are excellent knights, but we live in turbulent times.â
âYou donât trust your own men?â The fear sheâd valiantly tamped down rose to the surface as she spoke, and Rourke wished he could explain more.
âItâs complicated.â
âI see.â Her light footsteps were muffled as she paced the carpeted area of the floor. âSo youâve been ordered to marry me because Prince John wants control of my father and my fatherâs knightsâin case there is a war between the rightful king and those who want the throne?â
Rourke stopped tapping his fingers. âCaution, lady.â
âWhat? I am but speculating as to why my future is to be laid in ruins at the whim of a prince.â
âYouâve heard King Richard may be dead?â
âA vile rumor, my lord, as you must be aware.â
His blood cooled. âWhat do you think has happened?â
She sniffed. âQueen Eleanor and William Marshall have taken great pains to send runners all over the country, defying the gossip with truth. Emperor Henry VI is holding King Richard for ransom. We are not so backwoods, my lord, that news doesnât reach us eventually. That vicious rumor was started by John, so that he could take advantage of our kingâs absence.â
âChoose your words wisely, else your brother will not be the only Montehue in the tower.â He forced his words to be harshâfor her sake.
âYou threaten me?â
âI am warning you.â His life was a game of chance, and now by knowing him, so was hers. Sheâd best learn to guard herself, lest she get hurt.
âStill, I would see Prince John before we wed, and put my case before him.â
âWhat?â Rourkeâs gut tightened
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