Joanna Davis - Knights In Shining Armor by Haven; Taken By The Soldier

continue to willfully disobey me this way."
                  She could. And she would.
                  "At least look at me so I can explain to you what I have decided."
                  She sighed and kept her face turned toward the wall. He reached out and laid his hand gently on her head. She flinched and curled more tightly into herself.
                  Minutes ticked by and she heard him breathing heavily as he fought his anger. She was sure she had enraged him. The high and mighty Lord of Fairhaven. He who ruled all, who decided her fate. Well, he no longer held sway over her heart. He could do to her whatever he wanted to her but she would not bend.
                  Finally he stood and paced back and forth across her room.
                  "Dammit Emeline! You will obey me. You are still my charge. I decide! "
                  She closed her eyes, and prayed that he would leave before the tears came. He had intended to pass her along to his men as a plaything.
                  As their whore.
                  "Fine. If you are going to continue to be difficult I will have to bend you to my will. Don't think I won't do it Emeline!"
                  His pacing continued, his feet hitting the ground with greater force with every step.
                  "You will join me for dinner in the hall tonight. And in my bed after."
                  Her eyes snapped open.
                  "No."
                  "Yes Emeline. You are mine to do with as I wish. And I wish you in my bed."             
                  She sat up at stared at him with all the hatred in her heart.
                  "Never."
                  He stared at her for a moment before a twisted smile crept onto his face.
                  "Oh yes my sweet. You will. Unless you want your beloved people to go hungry. Even little Bessie won't get a single stick of hay until I have what I want of you. And then some."
                  She closed her eyes and swallowed. Surely he wouldn't… she opened her eyes again. He was staring at her with a hard look on his face. The look sent a tremor straight through her. He stared at her with a look of sheer determination commingled with hot lust.
                  He would.
                  "So do we have a bargain my pet? You will continue on as we did before, without protest, or your people starve."
                  She felt tears welling up in her eyes. Damn him. He would have his way after all. Finally she nodded.
                  "What's that sweeting? Will you come willingly to my bed tonight? I expect the full benefits of your participation."
                  He wasn't going to leave until she said it aloud she realized. Her voice was shaky as she answered. She forced herself to look him in the eyes so he could see all of the hatred she bore him.
                  "Yes."
     
     
     
     
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                  Rowan watched as Emeline entered the dining room. Her figure was thinner from her ordeal but it only served to make her look more ethereal and delicate. The dark blue dress and brocade overskirt she wore flattered her skin and hair color to perfection. She avoided his eyes as she took her seat beside him.
                  Sweet Jesu but she looked like an angel!
                  He pulled her chair towards his noisily, causing every eye in the room to turn to them. He almost laughed at the look of outrage on her face. She might look like an angel but she was an angry one. His very own avenging angel. He wondered idly what form her revenge would take.
                  Perhaps she drain him of all sense along with his seed. Or conk him over the