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thighs weren't too bad, but it was a convenient excuse to get him to let off.
"Danielle, we're leaving in a half hour whether you are dressed or not. It would be in
your best interest to meet my grandmother with some clothes on." He didn't make bones
about it. Instead he strode to her and turned her around so she had to face him.
"Your grandmother?" Her heart was about ready to pound out of her chest. He was
serious, too. He planned on introducing her, his mistress, to his grandmother. Oh, the
unabashed horror of it all.
"She is queen and for our mating to be made official, she'll have to meet you."
Mating? The man made as much sense as a Polish fortune teller speaking Greek.
Seeing Ann and another maid visibly stiffen, Danielle conceded with the little bit of grace
she had left. "Fine, I'll meet your grandmother."
Gabriel shooed the servants out of the room with a wave of his hand. "You want to
tell me what has you tied in a knot?"
"I just don't understand. You want to introduce me to your grandmother. I'm your
whore." Mayhaps the more she said it, the easier it would be to understand her new
position. A hitch clenched her heart and she didn't want to consider the sins she was
committing.
"You will never call yourself such."
He smacked his hands together when she kept her gaze trained on the floor. Jerking
her face to his, she gulped when she saw his angry scowl.
"You are my mate my bride." He brushed his fingers down her cheek.
As much as she wanted, she couldn't believe him. "I don't understand you."
"Sweetling, give yourself some time to gain trust in me and my people. That's all I
can ask for."
She watched him, his phenomenal eyes flashing with a new shimmer of light. Part of
her thought it was worry, another part of her said the cause of his concern was over losing
his whore. Like he had that to worry about. She didn't have anywhere to go.
Her final thought brought home all the issues she had sitting in the bucket. Granted,
if Ann hadn't lied, she was a wealthy woman, but the coin only led her to a lonely cottage
in the countryside. She wouldn't couldn't go home. Her father would have an
apoplexy if she returned sullied. Worse, she'd not spend months on her knees praying in
the family chapel, but years.
Leaning in at the same time he embraced her, she brushed her cheek against the firm
wall of his chest. "This is nice." Longing to stay in the circle of his arms, a giggle erupted
from her throat. "Are you always so comfortable walking about naked?"
"Aye." He brushed his hand down her hair. "Are you really sore?"
"Surprisingly, it's not too terrible. I'd expect myself not able to walk after all that's
happened, but I feel quite fine." Which she didn't understand either. If her friends were to
be believed, the act was a misery and the pain laid a lady up for days after. "Just a few
twinges now and then, but I've led a sedentary life since coming to wherever I am. I'm not
used to wiling away idle hours sitting in my bedroom." At least at home, she walked to
the chapel and on rare occasion she was allowed to ride the family's sorrel mare.
"You haven't had an easy life."
It wasn't a question but a statement of fact. "How do you know?"
"Come with me to my homeland. There, I'll explain everything."
"Do you promise?" She didn't know how much more subterfuge she could take.
Though, the realization she wasn't alone in this travesty gave her an anchor she could
cling to.
"I promise." He called the servants. "Make my princess shine."
* * * *
Tir na nOg glowed in all her glory. The mist protecting the heart of the great city,
Avalon, parted to show his grandmother's castle, the Soul of Magicke. Like Morgan
LeFay, he too obeyed the laws that governed the fairefolk. He was a protector of the
white magicke and would rather be damned than allow it to fall into an evil doer's hands.
It was a mighty duty and absolutely necessary to protecting the mortal world. A
small smile creased his lips when he spied two young lovers running through a field lush
with buttercups and daisies. Their hairbells glittering in the sunshine, the jingle of their
fairiebells ringing in the air, he imagined Danielle and him racing across a similar
meadow. Aye, the power of Beltane was upon them all.
Staring down on Danielle, a feeling of rightness filled him for the first time in a long
time. The next hurdle stood before them. A meeting with the infamous Queen of the Fay.
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thighs weren't too bad, but it was a convenient excuse to get him to let off.
"Danielle, we're leaving in a half hour whether you are dressed or not. It would be in
your best interest to meet my grandmother with some clothes on." He didn't make bones
about it. Instead he strode to her and turned her around so she had to face him.
"Your grandmother?" Her heart was about ready to pound out of her chest. He was
serious, too. He planned on introducing her, his mistress, to his grandmother. Oh, the
unabashed horror of it all.
"She is queen and for our mating to be made official, she'll have to meet you."
Mating? The man made as much sense as a Polish fortune teller speaking Greek.
Seeing Ann and another maid visibly stiffen, Danielle conceded with the little bit of grace
she had left. "Fine, I'll meet your grandmother."
Gabriel shooed the servants out of the room with a wave of his hand. "You want to
tell me what has you tied in a knot?"
"I just don't understand. You want to introduce me to your grandmother. I'm your
whore." Mayhaps the more she said it, the easier it would be to understand her new
position. A hitch clenched her heart and she didn't want to consider the sins she was
committing.
"You will never call yourself such."
He smacked his hands together when she kept her gaze trained on the floor. Jerking
her face to his, she gulped when she saw his angry scowl.
"You are my mate my bride." He brushed his fingers down her cheek.
As much as she wanted, she couldn't believe him. "I don't understand you."
"Sweetling, give yourself some time to gain trust in me and my people. That's all I
can ask for."
She watched him, his phenomenal eyes flashing with a new shimmer of light. Part of
her thought it was worry, another part of her said the cause of his concern was over losing
his whore. Like he had that to worry about. She didn't have anywhere to go.
Her final thought brought home all the issues she had sitting in the bucket. Granted,
if Ann hadn't lied, she was a wealthy woman, but the coin only led her to a lonely cottage
in the countryside. She wouldn't couldn't go home. Her father would have an
apoplexy if she returned sullied. Worse, she'd not spend months on her knees praying in
the family chapel, but years.
Leaning in at the same time he embraced her, she brushed her cheek against the firm
wall of his chest. "This is nice." Longing to stay in the circle of his arms, a giggle erupted
from her throat. "Are you always so comfortable walking about naked?"
"Aye." He brushed his hand down her hair. "Are you really sore?"
"Surprisingly, it's not too terrible. I'd expect myself not able to walk after all that's
happened, but I feel quite fine." Which she didn't understand either. If her friends were to
be believed, the act was a misery and the pain laid a lady up for days after. "Just a few
twinges now and then, but I've led a sedentary life since coming to wherever I am. I'm not
used to wiling away idle hours sitting in my bedroom." At least at home, she walked to
the chapel and on rare occasion she was allowed to ride the family's sorrel mare.
"You haven't had an easy life."
It wasn't a question but a statement of fact. "How do you know?"
"Come with me to my homeland. There, I'll explain everything."
"Do you promise?" She didn't know how much more subterfuge she could take.
Though, the realization she wasn't alone in this travesty gave her an anchor she could
cling to.
"I promise." He called the servants. "Make my princess shine."
* * * *
Tir na nOg glowed in all her glory. The mist protecting the heart of the great city,
Avalon, parted to show his grandmother's castle, the Soul of Magicke. Like Morgan
LeFay, he too obeyed the laws that governed the fairefolk. He was a protector of the
white magicke and would rather be damned than allow it to fall into an evil doer's hands.
It was a mighty duty and absolutely necessary to protecting the mortal world. A
small smile creased his lips when he spied two young lovers running through a field lush
with buttercups and daisies. Their hairbells glittering in the sunshine, the jingle of their
fairiebells ringing in the air, he imagined Danielle and him racing across a similar
meadow. Aye, the power of Beltane was upon them all.
Staring down on Danielle, a feeling of rightness filled him for the first time in a long
time. The next hurdle stood before them. A meeting with the infamous Queen of the Fay.
He highly doubted his grandmother would reject Danielle, but when dealing with [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]