She felt him kiss her lightly atop her head.
She wasn’t trembling because she was frightened, but it was only because she found herself curious and slightly aroused. And being pulled tight in his embrace only made her want to know what it felt like to be with a man. She had never coupled with a man, but she’d heard from both her married sisters how wonderful it was. Her sister, Sapphire had even been mistaken as a whore and taken to an upstairs room in a pub by her husband before they were married. She’d let him touch her and couple with her then though she was married to someone else – a very evil man. She’d had a weak moment, but didn’t regret it at all.
This was one of the reasons Amber had decided to be a nun. To pray for Sapphire’s soul as well as her sister Ruby’s. Killing a man was a mortal sin as well, even if Ruby had done it in self-defense.
And now she’d seen wha t her sisters were talking about. And it made her curious to know this feeling before she took her vows and never had the chance to experience it in her life. What was the matter with her? Why was she thinking this way? She was ashamed of herself and also shocked by her less than moral thoughts. She had always been the virtuous one out of all four of her blood sisters. Now, she was starting to seem no better than the rest of them. Now she needed to pray for her soul as well, as thinking of coupling was almost as bad as doing the act itself.
She pushed out of Lucas’s embrace and blessed herself, dropping to her knees right in the soiled straw on the floor and reciting one prayer after another.
“Get up, Amber,” he growled pulling her to her feet. “This is no place for that.”
“And neither is this the place for that,” she said, turning around to see Sir Romney tying his hose and the whore just brushing the straw off her gown.
“All right, I’m ready, let’s go,” Mirabelle said as if she’d done naught more than her morning business in the garderobe or perhaps a menial chore.
“Yes, I am ready as well,” said the knight, strapping on his sword and heading over.
She just stood there with her eyes fastened to them and her mouth opened wide, not knowing what to say or think.
“What the hell is the matter with you two?” Lucas ground out. “You just did that in front of a damned nun!”
“Sorry about that,” said Mirabelle with a giggle.
“Let’s get the hell out of here already,” said Lucas, bringing forth the horse he sa ddled. She could see the travel bags were already full and tied to the horse’s saddle.
“I’ll get my horse and we’ll be on our way,” said Sir Romney. He headed off and Mirabelle ran after him.
“We’re tak ing horses and not walking?” asked Amber, as it was customary to walk on a pilgrimage.
“We are,” he said, handing her the reins. “ I’ve had enough walking to last me a lifetime on the last pilgrimage. Besides, my wound is still healing. So, this time will be different.” She saw him eyeing a horse at the other end of the stable and brought it over. It wasn’t saddled, and she figured it would take a few minutes to do it. But instead of a saddle, he put already-filled travel bags on the horse and secured them into place.
“Let’s go,” he said, bringing the horses to the door of the stable.
“But aren’t you going to saddle the other horse?” she asked.
“No need,” he said, but nothing more.
“Where are you going with my horses?” asked Fath er Armand hurrying into the stables.
Lucas just looked the man in the eye and smiled. “My share,” is all he said. Then he turned toward Amber. “Up you go.” He hoisted her atop the horse in one swift movement.
“Nay, what are you doing?” she cried, kicking her feet and struggling in his arms.
“Stop that and get in the saddle,” he instructed, moving his head as she almost kicked him in the eye.
“This isn’t a lady’s saddle,” she protested.
“Then spread your legs and ride like a
She wasn’t trembling because she was frightened, but it was only because she found herself curious and slightly aroused. And being pulled tight in his embrace only made her want to know what it felt like to be with a man. She had never coupled with a man, but she’d heard from both her married sisters how wonderful it was. Her sister, Sapphire had even been mistaken as a whore and taken to an upstairs room in a pub by her husband before they were married. She’d let him touch her and couple with her then though she was married to someone else – a very evil man. She’d had a weak moment, but didn’t regret it at all.
This was one of the reasons Amber had decided to be a nun. To pray for Sapphire’s soul as well as her sister Ruby’s. Killing a man was a mortal sin as well, even if Ruby had done it in self-defense.
And now she’d seen wha t her sisters were talking about. And it made her curious to know this feeling before she took her vows and never had the chance to experience it in her life. What was the matter with her? Why was she thinking this way? She was ashamed of herself and also shocked by her less than moral thoughts. She had always been the virtuous one out of all four of her blood sisters. Now, she was starting to seem no better than the rest of them. Now she needed to pray for her soul as well, as thinking of coupling was almost as bad as doing the act itself.
She pushed out of Lucas’s embrace and blessed herself, dropping to her knees right in the soiled straw on the floor and reciting one prayer after another.
“Get up, Amber,” he growled pulling her to her feet. “This is no place for that.”
“And neither is this the place for that,” she said, turning around to see Sir Romney tying his hose and the whore just brushing the straw off her gown.
“All right, I’m ready, let’s go,” Mirabelle said as if she’d done naught more than her morning business in the garderobe or perhaps a menial chore.
“Yes, I am ready as well,” said the knight, strapping on his sword and heading over.
She just stood there with her eyes fastened to them and her mouth opened wide, not knowing what to say or think.
“What the hell is the matter with you two?” Lucas ground out. “You just did that in front of a damned nun!”
“Sorry about that,” said Mirabelle with a giggle.
“Let’s get the hell out of here already,” said Lucas, bringing forth the horse he sa ddled. She could see the travel bags were already full and tied to the horse’s saddle.
“I’ll get my horse and we’ll be on our way,” said Sir Romney. He headed off and Mirabelle ran after him.
“We’re tak ing horses and not walking?” asked Amber, as it was customary to walk on a pilgrimage.
“We are,” he said, handing her the reins. “ I’ve had enough walking to last me a lifetime on the last pilgrimage. Besides, my wound is still healing. So, this time will be different.” She saw him eyeing a horse at the other end of the stable and brought it over. It wasn’t saddled, and she figured it would take a few minutes to do it. But instead of a saddle, he put already-filled travel bags on the horse and secured them into place.
“Let’s go,” he said, bringing the horses to the door of the stable.
“But aren’t you going to saddle the other horse?” she asked.
“No need,” he said, but nothing more.
“Where are you going with my horses?” asked Fath er Armand hurrying into the stables.
Lucas just looked the man in the eye and smiled. “My share,” is all he said. Then he turned toward Amber. “Up you go.” He hoisted her atop the horse in one swift movement.
“Nay, what are you doing?” she cried, kicking her feet and struggling in his arms.
“Stop that and get in the saddle,” he instructed, moving his head as she almost kicked him in the eye.
“This isn’t a lady’s saddle,” she protested.
“Then spread your legs and ride like a
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