Malcolm's Honor (Historical, 519)
“She pulled the fur to her chin. It was not Malcolm returning. She knew he did not desire her, and that humiliation was worse than the sexual act she feared.
The hinges whispered open and Ian stood on the threshold. “Lady Elin? Lord Malcolm leaves at first light. He’s bid you to come.” A note of distaste soured the commander’s voice. “Do as he orders, for he’ll not wait.”
The cold cloak around her heart remained. She climbed out of bed and shivered in the cool air. Why had Malcolm left her last night on his bed, breathless both with fear and a strange excitement? And now, when he had a chance to be rid of her, invited her to go with him?
She packed quickly, then dressed for the trip. She chose an unadorned kirtle and tugged on the borrowed chausses beneath it. She pulled her hair back with a length of ribbon and then buckled the sword at her hip. She found a dagger and wore that, too, hidden beneath her wool riding mantle. She grabbed her sack and hurried to the bailey, where already t...he men gathered.MoreLess
The hinges whispered open and Ian stood on the threshold. “Lady Elin? Lord Malcolm leaves at first light. He’s bid you to come.” A note of distaste soured the commander’s voice. “Do as he orders, for he’ll not wait.”
The cold cloak around her heart remained. She climbed out of bed and shivered in the cool air. Why had Malcolm left her last night on his bed, breathless both with fear and a strange excitement? And now, when he had a chance to be rid of her, invited her to go with him?
She packed quickly, then dressed for the trip. She chose an unadorned kirtle and tugged on the borrowed chausses beneath it. She pulled her hair back with a length of ribbon and then buckled the sword at her hip. She found a dagger and wore that, too, hidden beneath her wool riding mantle. She grabbed her sack and hurried to the bailey, where already t...he men gathered.MoreLess
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