The Warrior's Reward
“Ieuan glanced at his wife. She had to be wearied but she didn’t show it. Her posture atop the horse was proud—her shoulders straight, chin lifted. He felt exhausted, however. Exhausted and frustrated. It had only been two nights since they had said their marriage vows, but his need to get her into bed and consummated made him feel as though he had been waiting ten summers for her.
He drew in a breath of Welsh air and held it in his lungs, waiting for it to restore him. But, alas, it did not. Only lying with his wife would do that. And how was he meant to prove himself more than a Welsh barbarian if his blood was fired with need when the time came?
Grip tight around his reins, he motioned for Huw to continue on. He hadn’t helped his situation but not knowing the true nature of Phylip either. Rosamunde said she was no longer scared, but he doubted that. He supposed at least the incident had made her a little more obedient. She had not gone far on her own since.
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