what that would mean nor why it would matter to one that obviously already had so much.
"He is petitionin g our dear King Henry as we speak to convert the Devon lands over to Hann! Make no mistake about it, milady , for he will be successful!"
While no one had ever spoken of it, she had assumed that the Devon estates would most likely move to Roger's family and eventually on to Matthew. But why should her new husband care? He already had so much with this vast empire he held. Her family estates were nothing compared to his and as she had understood they were of no major significance. With the Lord Hann's extended family stretching out for many, many estates on either side of him, why were the Devon's so important?
W hen the Lord Alden mentioned the king, this made her heart break and she became angry for she knew and understood that he alone could decide at any time to remove the estates from her family's favor, if that truly was his will. But she continued to stay mute as she worked hard at keeping her face emotionless and all the while not allowing him to gauge her acute reactions to his words.
The young lord continued to stare at her, a slight smirk touching the right side of his lips with an acute knowing of how his words must have affected her. Even though she showed no outward emotions, he had heard tell of how much she had loved her family, her father and what he must assume the appreciation for his position. He understood how this news must have taken its toll upon her even though her trained face did not show it.
The Lord Alden stared deeply into her eyes as he grew bolder and took the final step forward while he completely removed the gap between their bodies. The young lord's chest now lightly touched her breasts, his gaze looking downward upon her as he took in the full of her creamy white skin from his position slightly above. He, now mocking and tormenting her ever so completely with his eyes and the slight shift of his chest as it ever so softly moved sickeningly against her breasts.
Kaye di d not move, would not back down for she knew that if she had he would sense her fear and understand her fright and would know that he had won. Although she knew little of this man, she did know that without a doubt, winning for him would entitle him in his mind to be more bold in the future. And for that reason alone she was terrified. Even though her heart was thundering within her chest for the panic that was consuming her inside, Kaye stood tall and unmoving and still without emotion upon her face as he continued to repulsively taunt her.
Without notice, he suddenly took a step back as he swept his hand wide in mock chivalry and cleared the way for her to move past him, his humor clearly written upon his face.
Provided that brief opportunity, Kaye elevated her chin proudly and rushed past the lord as she moved hastily out of the stables and away from his crushing words and his ever tormenting body. She continued on up to her room as she closed and locked the door from inside and soundly behind her. She laid herself heavily back upon the wooden slats of the door as she breathed deeply as her heart pounded with fear and the uncertainty for her family and her own safety resounding within.
Kaye moved her hand timidly to the inside of the small pocket that resided within the folds of her gown as she gently touched the tiny medallion that lay securely hidden within. Her thumb gently stroked the coin's rough edge as she pictured the handsome and trusting face of her powerful warrior. As she continued to roll the coin within her fingers her heart fully warmed at the thought of its donor as the panic continued to rise. She wondered most brazenly… "Do I dare send this?"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
That very same night as Kaye reluctantly went down to the hall for the evening meal, as she descended the steps she breathed a sigh of relief for
"He is petitionin g our dear King Henry as we speak to convert the Devon lands over to Hann! Make no mistake about it, milady , for he will be successful!"
While no one had ever spoken of it, she had assumed that the Devon estates would most likely move to Roger's family and eventually on to Matthew. But why should her new husband care? He already had so much with this vast empire he held. Her family estates were nothing compared to his and as she had understood they were of no major significance. With the Lord Hann's extended family stretching out for many, many estates on either side of him, why were the Devon's so important?
W hen the Lord Alden mentioned the king, this made her heart break and she became angry for she knew and understood that he alone could decide at any time to remove the estates from her family's favor, if that truly was his will. But she continued to stay mute as she worked hard at keeping her face emotionless and all the while not allowing him to gauge her acute reactions to his words.
The young lord continued to stare at her, a slight smirk touching the right side of his lips with an acute knowing of how his words must have affected her. Even though she showed no outward emotions, he had heard tell of how much she had loved her family, her father and what he must assume the appreciation for his position. He understood how this news must have taken its toll upon her even though her trained face did not show it.
The Lord Alden stared deeply into her eyes as he grew bolder and took the final step forward while he completely removed the gap between their bodies. The young lord's chest now lightly touched her breasts, his gaze looking downward upon her as he took in the full of her creamy white skin from his position slightly above. He, now mocking and tormenting her ever so completely with his eyes and the slight shift of his chest as it ever so softly moved sickeningly against her breasts.
Kaye di d not move, would not back down for she knew that if she had he would sense her fear and understand her fright and would know that he had won. Although she knew little of this man, she did know that without a doubt, winning for him would entitle him in his mind to be more bold in the future. And for that reason alone she was terrified. Even though her heart was thundering within her chest for the panic that was consuming her inside, Kaye stood tall and unmoving and still without emotion upon her face as he continued to repulsively taunt her.
Without notice, he suddenly took a step back as he swept his hand wide in mock chivalry and cleared the way for her to move past him, his humor clearly written upon his face.
Provided that brief opportunity, Kaye elevated her chin proudly and rushed past the lord as she moved hastily out of the stables and away from his crushing words and his ever tormenting body. She continued on up to her room as she closed and locked the door from inside and soundly behind her. She laid herself heavily back upon the wooden slats of the door as she breathed deeply as her heart pounded with fear and the uncertainty for her family and her own safety resounding within.
Kaye moved her hand timidly to the inside of the small pocket that resided within the folds of her gown as she gently touched the tiny medallion that lay securely hidden within. Her thumb gently stroked the coin's rough edge as she pictured the handsome and trusting face of her powerful warrior. As she continued to roll the coin within her fingers her heart fully warmed at the thought of its donor as the panic continued to rise. She wondered most brazenly… "Do I dare send this?"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
That very same night as Kaye reluctantly went down to the hall for the evening meal, as she descended the steps she breathed a sigh of relief for
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