Born of Lies

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Transformation

Eryn's last coherent thought had been of her leader and the others fighting to save Kae’s brother, Dmitrii. She felt as thought she were floating... light and free. Hands... warm strong hands touched her. She wanted to cry out... she wanted to speak but sweet oblivion would not allow it. The darkness wrapped around her like a warm cloak keeping her protected.... safe.

Were Kae, Dmitrii, and the others safe?? Who was it that held her? Where were they taking her?

Her body battered and weakened she could do nothing more but she let herself succumb to the blackness that held her in a gentle warm embrace.

The man, dressed in a black and dark blue uniform, the Maubrey red bull upon his shield, saw the battle below. A cant of the head and a smirk was all he provided as he saw the extent of the fierceness. Noticing a figure ride away from the battle, then yet another chasing after him, concerned him. He whipped the horse around and headed deeper into the nearby woods. Not far from him he watched the individual battle three hardened warriors. “Exquisite fighting form,” he uttered as he watched the woman fight the three men.

Eryn fought hard to stay conscious. Dizzy and disorientated from the large amount of blood loss, she staggered and stumbled in the wrong direction. Collapsing and rolling down a small ravine. Twigs snapped near by as she tried to get to her feet. She blinked to focus... a shadowy figure emerged from the woods. She reached out… "Kae… Dmitrii..." Her words lost in the wind as she passed out. Warm hands touched her cheek and strong arms lifted her battered body, she winced oblivious to all.

Seeing the three men dead upon the ground, he watched the girl stumbling thru the woods. He dismounted his steed, hanging his shield upon the saddle; he followed the wounded female from a distance. As she tumbled down the ravine, he scanned the area. No one came after her. Then he went down the ravine and neared the female. Her attempts to regain her footing were in vain. Uttering an unfamiliar name, he touched her face. The fever had already begun to work upon her. The blood loss seemed fatal. Picking her up, he took her to his horse and laid her upon the saddle. Then he returned and wiped away all traces of his presence.

Two days riding, he entered Glasgow, the wounded female in his arms. In those two days, he had treated her wound and cared for her as if she were his own. At the Castle of the Marshal, he entered, the men saluting as he passed. This man was well known and respected here, the girl in his arms an unknown.

Taking the female to his quarters, laying her upon his large overstuffed bed, he summoned a healer and three women. The entourage began to care for the woman, who was now afire with fever. Leaning against the door, Lord William Maubrey was a man of many years and experience. But, at 6 foot 1, 215 pounds, his stature was that of a man many years less. The beard and hair now fully gray, his eyes of sea-green shown brightly. Fidgeting with the ornate sword upon his hip, he watched the women undress the girl, only to find that she was more beautiful than any he had seen. Definitely not the warrior he had saved days before. Seeing the tattoo upon her right shoulder, he approached the bed. The women backed away. He looked at them. “Continue !!” he commanded and with quick reaction, they did. William touched the tattoo and smiled at its originality. “Interesting.” He mumbled. Then he turned around and left the room.

Returning, his arms full, he placed a set of clothes that were red and black and in two pieces in a cabinet near her bed and handed one of the women, a lightly blue gown. “Put this on her.” He commanded in a low soft tone, his English accented baritone voice was seductive and charming. Next, in the large cabinet, he set a sword and an odd looking weapon, then closed the door, locking it. Hoping that in curiosity, she would open it.

Standing over the nude girl, he adored her features and admired her for a few moments. Taking the medallion from her neck, looking at it, he pocketed it with a smirk. Then he began to remove any other identifying items from her belongings. Smirking evilly. “Get her in the gown for tonight.” He commanded with authority. As the women began to transform her into a new person then they would dress her in the gown. Lord William watched with keen interest. “Burn everything. And by your life, tell her nothing.” Once again he commands and they obeyed.

Several hours later, the healer informs him that the fever had broken. Sir William immediately went to the room. Seeing her stir a bit, he sat on the bed near her, his large hand lightly caressing her face. The first thing she would see was his handsome face, and gleaming sea-green eyes. “Anwen… Anwen wake up…” He had renamed her Anwen which means “beautiful.” He smiled at eyes cracked open.

Her thoughts were scattered like a fine crystal goblet that had been shattered when dropped. She fought to put the tiny shards together to make a clear picture in her mind but the pieces were too small and jagged to make a good fit. Images of people and places... yet nothing to give a clue as to who they were and where.

Her body was battered and felt as though it were on fire. She could feel the rivulets of sweat trickling down her skin being absorbed by her clothing, yet she lay still not moving. Her breathing shallow as she clung to life... barely.

Strong hands tended her wound... a man's hands... large and callused as they touched her skin. Lost in darkness of between life and death pain surged through her yet she was unable to make a sound as her wounds were cleansed and dressed.

Someone lifted her again and cradled her as they carried her and then laid her down gently upon a bed. She could hear someone with a deep voice bark orders but could not make out exactly what was said. Then smaller hands began to move across her skin... her damp clothing removed, and dry ones put back on.

She laid there to tired to fight anymore... her mind once more went black and silent, until she heard a voice calling to her. Deep and rich beckoning her back into the light and to the living. She followed the sound... searching for the end of the tunnel... then a warm gentle touch to her face brought her to the end of her quest. She slowly cracked her lids and peered into sea-green eyes and a handsome face.

Her pale blue eyes widened and fear settled into their depths... fear grasped her like a lost lover as she looked around she tried to move and pain lanced through her body... she hissed through clenched teeth and then tried to speak "Wh...where..." she croaked out through dry lips and a parched throat.

William looked at her and smiled. “Welcome back Anwen… we knew you strong enough to live.” His hand caressed her face. “I knew God would not take away one of my finest warriors.” The material was dipped in wine and held to her dry lips. Then wisked away and followed by a goblet of silver. “Drink slowly my dear.”

William began to explain to her the scenario he wanted her to live with. The French invaders attacking the caravan, her saving him once again. Her injuries sustained in the fray. All lies, but as far as she would know or remember, was the fighting. The truth as she would come to know it was made up entirely by William. “Fear not my dear Protector, we are back in my Castle safe and sound, thanks to you.” His calloused hand caressed her face. “Heal and return to your duties as soon as possible.” He said in a monotone voice of baritone; his seductive sea-green eyes winking at her. He was much older than she, but still he maintained a charm, a grace, far less than his years.

Then he stood and set the silver goblet on the table next to her. “Heal my Anwen…” then he turned and walked from her room. It was an immaculate room, fit for royalty. The bed was a four-poster bed with goose-down mattress and blanket. The sheer white curtain that hung about her bed only added a mystic about the older man as he walked away.

She sipped from the goblet he held to her lips... she tried to move but pain swept through her body... she winced and lay still once more. His words were softly spoken yet she could recall nothing of the events of which he spoke, she pulled away from his touch. Her mind tried to grasp at all that he was saying confusion marred her face... she squeezed her eyes closed against the flashes streaking across her mind.

People... places.... voices. "M'Lord... I....I... can remember nothing of what you speak." her voice soft yet held no emotion either. Her name on his lips sounded so foreign to her... it caused her pain that she did not know herself and had only the words of this man... a stranger to her.

"You called me Anwen??" she said as if testing the name to see if she could remember it by speaking it aloud. Closing her eyes she lets it to herself "Anwen....my name is Anwen." still no recognition of it. Taking a deep breath letting it fill her lungs, she tries to sit up blocking out the scream threatening to rip loose from her lips as she moves.

Once sitting in the massive bed... sweat forming on her brow from her efforts... she looked around the room coldly. Turning to face him with arctic blue eyes that bored into his... "Protector?? I do not know you... I owe you for saving my life... but even a feral beast tamed by the hand of man will turn and bite the hand that feeds it M'Lord." coldly the words were spoken and held a hidden meaning. With no memory and a future held in the fickle hands of fate.

That was the day a cold calculated killer was born... Anwen Maubrey of Connacht.

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Emergence of the Beautiful – and Deadly

The Garden

Lord William sat in the large dining room, drinking tea after a good afternoon rest. He wore the usual black blue uniform of the Maubrey knights. The large hearth snapped and crackled as the wood burned bright, warming the large room. He and another man were looking at a map, and discussing terrain of Scotland.

Anwen had been busy with changing her appearance... she sat looking in the mirror at her newly cropped hair and smiled as she ran her fingers through the red silken strands.

A maid name Lena had laid a pale blue silk gown on the bed "M'Lady Anwen.... Lord William asked that I bring this to you and he said you should wear it to thie evenin' meal."

She had a soft voice and Anwen smiled at her though it never reached her eyes. Anwen stood and walked to the bed where the gown had been laid. "It seems your Lord... is in for a few surprises himself." she chuckled to herself. Lena helped to dress her and then with a quick curtsey exited the room. Looking at her reflection on the mirror Anwen herself decided it was time to show off her new look the Lord of the manor.

Sitting in the large wooden chair, he smiled and stood up when Anwen entered. Clapping his hands softly, the soft thud of the gloved hands as she approached the large table. He beckons her to him.

Anwen descended the stairs, her pale blue gown clung to her body, like a lover's embrace. The color of it accentuated the blue of her eyes, deepening them to a rich hue of sapphire. The bodice hugged her form with just a hint of creamy breast to be revealed and pushed up slightly to show them off in the very best of light. Her short red hair touched her shoulders and swayed as she walked into the hall. Her eyes scanned all within before seeing him beckon and call to her.

"Anwen my dear. I see yu are much better;" and he smiled seductively, "Yu cut your hair... and the blue gown… it looks fantastic on you. My, my, such exquisite taste my dear."

"Aye I have... M'Lord thank you for the gown." she dipped into a deep curtsey and then smiled coldly at him. She rose without waiting for him to say another word and walked through the small crowd gathered there in the hall and stopped just in front of him.

"Let mine eyes gaze upon such beauty, and yet I know that death's door is but inches from your beautiful hands." His gloved hands took hers in his as he smiled. "Sit. Next to me, as it suits me today." With a wave of his hand, he motions to the man next to him to move. The man takes the map from in front of him then rolls it up. William looks to the man. "We shall speak later on the subject, now Anwen will sit amongst us." The men who rose when she walked in now sat as she did. William just smiled and sat.

"I will sit next to you M'Lord but only because it suits me to do so." her words clipped and her tone cool as she glanced around daring any to say differently. She took the seat and smiled as the men all sat. She would not back down... for she knew well what her role here was even if others did not. She was after all his 'protector'... beautiful and deadly even dressed as she was she had taken the time to hide weapons upon her body, she grinned at the thought. "Please carry on M'Lord I have no wish to distract you." she said with a dismissive wave of her hand.

William smiled at her arrogance. "Not many men, females even less, could say that; and get away with it." he winked at her, then glared at the men, his sea-green eyes wavering back to her. "My loyal right hand. A woman worth every ounce in King's gold, and then some." With a charming smile, the silver beard quirks. "We were discussing the Highlands." he glances away returning briefly to her. "Speaking of, how is that girl from the Highlands? and oh... Did you happen to see the new tools I had made for you? They were in your closet."

"I am told she fled during the night... she is of no matter to me at this time." coolly stated "Aye... mayhap not but I just anyone, am I M'Lord?" a smirk of confidence graced her features as reached for the mug of ale a serving girl placed in front of her. "Being your right hand has given me an advantage over them... I did see them and but wait to find one worthy to test skills against me." She was arrogant and boy-thingyy as she alone knew what skills she possessed. She has practiced with them secretly until they were an extension of her arm... a part of her.

"Fled?" he seemed concerned. "She has returned to the Highlands, then they would know our numbers. Maybe I should send men after her?!" His demeanor changed once again and he smiled at her. "Aye, ye are that M'Lady Anwen, not JUST anyone." He took a mug; of tea, and sipped it with a gleam in his eye. His plan was forming quite well. The arrogance… the lethality… the girl would fit into the plan quite nicely.

A cold calculating smile graced her lips. "Who cares if she tells them of our numbers... or anything else. If anyone goes after her it will be myself... for she will be a true challenge of my skills." chuckling softly as she saw his expression change yet she was so dismissive of the fact that the girl had escaped. "Though the gifts you give me are appreciated... they will be most useful as well... William." smiling as she called him by his name and not a title. She needed to know where she stood with him and would constantly challenge him at every turn.

He smirks and leans back, the teacup in his hands. "Are you up to the task my dear? Are you healthy enough to seek out this girl and kill her?" He looks to the men around the table, then back to Anwen as she spoke his name. The casual gaze suddenly bore into her. "Yer casualness is excessive my dear Anwen. Do you feel it necessary to put me in a place that you have?” Coldly he took takes on the arrogance. "remember, even you have not beaten me in a fight yet." His smirk was cold and flared.

Softly she smiles for the first time with some warmth at him. "I am healing well or so the healer says I shall be more than up to the task. You are right M'Lord I have not beaten you in a fight ...yet... but that does not mean that I won't." her smiled brightened and she glanced at those around her. Her tone lightened to help lighten the mood that began to crush in on them . "I am sorry if my manners are not so forth coming M'Lord... I ask you to forgive me." she stood slowly. "I feel the need to go for a walk in the garden.... By your leave M'Lord?" her voice softer now as she had finally found his breaking point where her arrogance was concerned.

Lord William smiled. "No need to forgive my dear Anwen. Your arrogance is equal to your skill. One is acceptable with the other. And one day ye shall beat me, but I am much older than ye." he winks. Then he stands and takes her hand. "Aye... you may go... enjoy the gardens. For they shall bow down to your beauty." then he smirks.

She smiled as her took her hand... it made her feel cared for. "Why not join me M'Lord 'tis a most beautiful evening... and the company would be nice." she glanced around the table not caring who heard her ask him to join her. He was the one person who made her feel useful... needed... when she knew not who she was.

A smile pushed the silver beard back to reform lips. "Of course M'Lady Anwen." Looking about the room. “M’Lords…” to whom they all stood and saluted their leader. William crooks his arm for her to take as they set out into the late bloom flowers. The tree leaves already turned to yellows and golds. "I am so glad that you have healed properly. I was so worried about ye."

Laying her hand gracefully on his arm she matched his strides as they walked. "I would have died if you had not come after me." she looked ahead as they walked taking in all the colors of the blooms and leaves. "M'Lord... may I call you by name when we are alone?" she asked still not meeting his gaze she was not comfortable asking for things but it was out of respect for him that she did.

To further his lies and plans, he enhanced his story. "And I would have lost something that I cherish most... my most favorite tool and my dearest friend." He watched her step as they approached the stairs, glancing at her. "Of course my dear, you always did before."

"Then William I must ask... is that all we are is friends? Lena says it is your room I am staying in?” her question made her uncomfortable and it showed upon her face. She let her hand fall from his arm as she stopped to smell a purple orchid. It scent filled her nose as she inhaled softly its fragrance and marveled at its fragility.

He smiles to her and watches her bend over. "Tis my room that you stay. But that was only til you recovered. I dare say that I am of many years, and you are but a fresh flower. My wants and desires are second to yours. Your room was being redone while you were away and your wounds upon your return halted that." he lied once again, only to his own dismay. Then with a warm smile, his bass voice soft. "If your favor was to ever shine upon me, t'would be life's grandest my dear Anwen. But I feel you have not yet shown me favor." he smiled. "Til that grand day, you shall stay in my room until yours is finished, or..."

"Or what William speak clearly." she stood to meet his gaze. "I shall have my things moved to another room until my quarters are done and you can have your back." she squared her shoulders her heart beat faster within her chest sweat formed on her brow. She felt weak all of a sudden and her face went pale… she turned from his gaze not wanting him to see that she over taxed herself this day. Her knees buckled slightly and she quickly tried to regain her composure. She shook her head slightly to clear it and then met his gaze once more.

He stopped the words from coming out and left a bit of mystic for her to ponder. She was different than any he had before. He would in turn treat her differently. He knew she would provide a vital service to an old man and an aged warrior - a renewing strength and a powerful weapon. Her squaring of the shoulders brought her chest out and the old man but could only smile. Then she went pale, his hand reached out for her but she regained quickly. "My dear Anwen, let me escort you to your room... you look tired."

"I am fine William... really. It is too beautiful a night to return to the keep, can we not sit on the bench there for a while first?" her voice soft as she pointed to the bench that the moonlight spilled upon be the large Rowan tree.

Her turning from him shocked him a bit, as she made her way to the bench. He seemed to glide to her. Sitting down beside her, his silver beard glistening in the moonlight. He looks about. "The sun has given way to the evening and yet yu still look radiant."

"I am merely me... a shell of a woman... I have no past that I know of and a future held in uncertain hands." A sadness washed over her as she sat next to him looking up at the moon. Lowering her head to meet his sea-green gaze she reached out a small hand and gently laid it on his cheek. "You are all I have now..." she stood and then knelt before him. "Lord William, I swear with my very last breath to serve you as best I can, and will forever be loyal to the name house of Maubrey." her hand over her heart as she spoke the words sincerely to him.

"The past is not to dwell upon, the future is what we make it..." he smiles at her words, then he leans to her and kisses her lightly. "Aye M'Lady Anwen, and I to you..."

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Practicing

Lord William walked in the garden reminiscing about last evening. She looked so wonderful in the moonlight. And now the day started bright with the thoughts of her. He could not concentrate on the man next to him. The two men had been discussing the Highlands again. The Central lowlands had been a concern, and William requested the King allow more troops to the border.

"M'Lord, when do yu plan to move north? The time is right. There is upheaval in Ireland, they can provide us 1000 men should we require it." the Captain spoke to his commander.

Anwen had been unable to sleep after her walk with William in the garden last evening. She could still feel his kiss upon her lips... shaking her head she decides to go to the garden with her new swords to practice.

"Nay, we don't move yet... I feel something is amiss in the Highlands. I know not what but I feel it in my bones." William replies.

She was wearing the two piece black and red outfit... Maubrey colors. The pants hugged her lean waist and long legs and the shirt revealed her flat stomach. She began swinging the blades in slow control movements completely unaware that she was no longer alone.

The Captain started to voice his concerns and while William was listening, a smile grew over his face. He saw Anwen practicing. Without another word, he waved the Captain off. The man simply bowed and backed away without knowing why His Lord and Commander gave him leave and William waited until the Captain was gone, then made his way toward her. She was busy with practice and didn't notice him standing by the large hedge. He was amazed at the girl's actual skills; far better than he ever expected. Grace, talent, and that equals deadly... he simply smiled pleasingly.

She swung both blades simultaneously... criss-crossing them in the air. Sweat ran down her face and glistened on her skin, chest heaving as she struggled to breath through the residual pain she felt from her injuries. Her moves were graceful and calculated... like an animal stalking it prey... every move precise... fluid... crisp.

He watched with a pleasing smile upon his face, he admired the outfit for it fit wonderfully. "Grace and beauty," he mumbled. Then he stepped forward, clapping his gloved hands together. "Bravo... Bravo my dear Anwen."

The morning sun was warm and the gentle breeze cooled her heated skin. She ended in a flourish of sword swinging and spun with amazing speed and stealth as he spoke and clapped. She met his gaze and smiled... embarrassed at being caught practicing. "Good morning M'Lord." she said and dropped to a knee before him and lowered her head in respect.

The way she tucked the sword away and knelt immediately, made his eyes gleam. "I see that the moves still pain you. But that will pass." His hand moved to her arm, urging to rise. "You constantly surprise me girl. One moment you are as arrogant as I and other times, ever so humble. You make me proud."

Rises slowly as he helps her. "Aye, it does pain me M'Lord." she said standing to her full height. "I am both Sir... and I will not apologize for being that way either... though I will be more aware of it when others are around as to not cause any problems." her voice cool though her heart was fluttering at his nearness. These feelings confused her and she needed time to sort them out.

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The Test

The feelings he held for Anwen were foreign to him. Whether it was her practicing with weapons or simply walking around the castle he would feel sensations for her that were a puzzle for him to construct, not just the physical, but the emotional and intellectual. She was strong and deadly; yet she could portray the sensual female and send his concentration amuck.

He needed to test her. Summoning her, he planned an attack on a Borderer village and would set her upon a route she could not return.

The village was just inside the Scot border. William knew that Borderers, rebellious to the Crown lived there. The leader was a named Patrick the Red. William would have her plan and execute the attack on the village with the intent to kill Patrick and as many Borderers as she could.

Anwen had been in the lists practicing when a guard approached her. "M' Lady Anwen... Lord William bid me to come and find you.... he is in the library... meet him there;" he called to her his voice deep and rich though not like William's. She barely blocked the death blow of the guard that she was sparring with, when she turned to see he who spoke to her.

"Tell Lord William I will meet him as soon as I have cleaned up;" she said dismissive manner to the Knight they called Gerard. "M'Lady he said for me to bring you straight there once I found you;" he said as he squared his shoulders telling her silently that they needed to go now and not later.

She raised one delicate brow at him with a nod to the others in the list, "We shall practice more one I am not needed inside... go eat and rest and thank you for the sport." She smiled and turned to follow Gerard back to the Castle.

Once inside she stopped letting her eyes adjust to the difference in light from being in the sun. She walked to the library wondering what William wanted to see her about, standing in front of the door she knocked once and walked in without waiting for him to bid her entry. "M'Lord you wished to see me?" her head bowed slightly and her fist over her heart.

She looked up and met his sea-green eyes with her lucid blue ones and waited for him to explain why she was summoned to him.

OnlineHost: *** You are in "Lord William’s Den". ***

William sat at the large table, the map before him. As she entered, he smiled, the grey beard moving into smiled lips. "Good day Anwen, come in." Pulling a chair next to him at the table, he smiled. Patting the table near the chair, his sea-green eyes warm and comforting. "Come, next to me"

"You wished to see me M'Lord?" she said as she walked closer to the table where he sat. Dirt still clinging to her form from the lists and her practice session with the guards. She wore the Maubrey red and black out fit he had given her. It hugged her curves and showed off her finely honed body and cared not what others thought of her parading around 'half naked'. She met his gaze and smiled as she sat where he indicated.

The sight of her made his heart pound within his chest. A beauty she was, but he also knew she was as deadly as an unleashed cobra. "Practicing eh? I thought you might. How did it go?" sitting beside her, his hand placed upon hers.

"It went well... I did not kill anyone if that is what you are asking." she smiled at her own jest. Her heart thundering in her chest as she looked at him for he was the most handsome man she had seen. Though he was graying she thought it added to the mystery of the man he was... the one she was starting to care for in more ways than one. If she were honest her feelings were growing daily and that could be dangerous to her young tender heart. "I am sure you did not ask me here to talk about my sessions in the list?" she locked her cool blue gaze on him and waited for him to tell her why she was here.

He smiled at her comments. "That is good... for us, but you shall have time for that soon;" he points to the map smiling. "you are correct in that assumption Anwen my dear." Pausing, "It seems we have more trouble on the border. A rebel leader of the Borderers, a Scot per chance, has been causing much trouble of late." he looks at her with a side glance; his hand squeezing hers lightly, his thumb unconsciously rubbing her hand.

She glances down as his hand covers hers... his thumb absently stroking her hand. Her gaze returns to his as she tried to control her emotions of the effect he has on her and them. "This concerns me how, M'Lord?" she glanced ago in the gardens. Her heart beat a wild cadence in her chest and she had to look away. She glanced at his lips and remembered the feel of them on her own from their time in the gardens a few nights ago.

His green eyes search hers as he notices an odd look, offering a smile, his deep bass voice answering her. "I want you to go to M'Clarens Glen, see if you can find this man." His thumb continues to stroke her knuckles while he pauses; "I want to know what he is doing. Bring him here, if ye can," once again pausing, "... if not kill him, and his personal guard." The evilness appears in his eyes. "Kill them all if ye must.” Once said, his thumb reacts as if connected to his thoughts, by rubbing a quickened pace, his heart drumming inside his chest.

Her thoughts drifted to that night and how he looked there in the garden... the moonlight. With a quick shake of her head to bring her thoughts back to the conversation she turned to look at him gaze icy and reserved all of a sudden as he told her what he wanted her to do. "As you wish M'Lord..." she did not flinch at being asked to do such for she had given her word... honor dictated she do as he bid. "Do I go alone or do I take a few men with me?” she was once more cold and distant. Though she wanted to feel his lips on hers and his hands upon her skin. She had never wanted a man’s touch the way she wanted his, but such feeling served no purpose in her life.

Her answer almost shocked him, as she didn't flinch, nor question him once; only a smirk coursed his lips. "You decide, I care not. Just return safe to me. I shant lose you again." A slight squeeze of her hand, his eyes returned to a soft calming sea of green.

The look in his eyes and the sound of his voice when he spoke of losing her almost undid the wall she had been building around her heart. "I ask to take one Knight.... Gerard." she met his gaze waiting for him to say nay to taking his Captain with her, but she had come to trust the Knight as well as respect him. "As for losing me M'Lord that will be for the Gods to decide." she squeezed his hand back. She stood slowly "I shall make ready and leave on the morrow at first light." her tone soft as she gazed deeply into his eyes wondering why he cared so much whether she lived or dies when no one else did.

He smiles with no reservation to her request, "Good choice, Gerard is a good knight. He will follow your orders without question." Her comments about the Gods amused him. As she stood, he followed and stood next to her. "Shall that be sufficient time to plan, or will you take it as it comes?" he mused. Then his old calloused hand went to her face, his thumb caressing her cheek bone. "You are my finest achievement and my favorite. Losing you shall nay be an option, my dearest Anwen." He had come to care for her much in the past 6 months, though he had never made advances toward her. It was not like a daughter nor a sister, but something else deep inside. He had never told her just how much he cared. He had even as much touched her, save her hand and her lips, once. He cared, and that is more than he had in decades.

His words made her heart skip a beat... looking up at him "It will have to be… and with Gerard at my side we can make any plans we need to once we are there." She quickly turns from him not wanting him to see the effect he had on her. These emotions had grown slowly over the last several months and she had come to think of him more and more lately and it scared her to feel this strongly about him. His touch was gentle... she knew she loved him… though the words would never leave her mouth. "As I said... William... that is for the Gods to decide." she placed a small hand to his cheek and then pulled it away quickly. She strode to the door and opening "Mathew, have Gwen ready a bath for me in my quarters." the guard nodded and went to do her bidding. Yes she could run his caste like the Lady of it a times and none said nay to her. She was kind to all within these walls and she felt as ease here. “Shall I see you at dinner... Sir?" she turned back and asked him with a smile on her face.

An agreeing nod of his head, the silver hair never moving, only his eyes. His hand empty as she turned away, he did not know why and dare not ask. Then as she spoke, he simply smiled. "Aye, if ye say so my dear. But it never to assist the Good Lord," he mentions followed by a smirk. He watches her command the house as he does, no fear, and all the respect given by those within The Castle. His mind wanders as she mentions a bath... he envisioned her the day she came to Maubrey Castle, lying upon his bed nude, her old clothes removed. Envisioning the sleek, toned body lowering into the water. Oh his heart was beating hard now, as was other anatomy parts. When she asked her question, it was like a slap to reality. "Ummm, yes, dinner." His face pinked behind the graying beard and white hair. Oh the girl definitely knew how to fire up an old man's heart.

She looked at him and felt a strange fluttering low in her belly... if she could she would race to him and throw herself in his powerful arms, but knew that not to be wise. He cared for her that was obvious... but she was not willing to make a fool of herself either... what if he did not feel for her as she did for him?? Could she handle that?? She shook her head ridding it of those thoughts. "Until dinner then.... M'Lord" once more composing herself in a more formal manner she gave him a slight nod and turned to leave.

If she only knew his heart, could she not feel for him the way he felt for her? He wanted more from her than mere respect and loyalty. Fine qualities required of the stature he wanted her as. Fluttering stomach, pounding heart, and sensations that a man of many years had not known. It was as if he was but an adolescent again. Was he in love? Was this possible after so much had occurred in his life? What happened to the cold-hearted Bull of Aosta? He shook away the thoughts and feelings to a simple nod and a bass voice. "Yes, my dear, dinner it is." Then she left and it was as if a part o him accompanied her. Sitting down, he placed his elbows on the table, and interlaced his fingers pondering the situation with Anwen of Connacht.

She walked up the stairs slowly her thoughts on the man she just left... her heart screamed at her "Fool... you love him so tell him!!" She had stopped on the stairs at the thought... aye it was true. Her heart raced at the mere thought of him. She smiled to herself touching her cheek where he had placed his hand. She turned on the steps and descended them quickly for she dared losing her courage. She entered the den once more, "M'Lord..." she spoke as she walked up to him once more this time with an unusual look in her eye. She stopped in front of him and placed a small hand to his cheek... and then kissed him.

Shock. That is what they called it. The unusual look, it dismayed him. Oh, the kiss was one that any man would die for, but he wanted to live. To live, that was it. What visions ran amuck in his mind, timed passed quickly in his mind, though actually it was mere instances, milliseconds in comparison to millenniums. He froze. Offering her a mere smile of approval, and eyes of yearning.

Having exited as fast as she entered, he sat in the chair and just smiled at her kiss. “I wonder what that was for?” he muttered. The kiss was unwarranted and unasked for, but he didn’t complain. Oh the wicked thoughts he had of the beautiful Anwen, nude as the day he first saw her, the tub she would be in filled with scented oils, making her body glisten in the candlelight.

He so contemplated going to her room and watching her bathe, or even joining her. What would be her thoughts? How did she perceive him? He sat in the chair and pondered his dilemma. Circumstances being, time passed as he thought. Soon his servant entered and announced dinner was ready.

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Dinner Before Departing

After relaxing in the bath that Gwen had prepared… the fragrant scent of lilacs filled the air. She dried and readied herself with Gwen's help for dinner in the hall.

Gwen had laid out a gown on the bed and Anwen gently fingered the lush fabric, "Tis lovely. Gwen... I thank you" her voice soft for a woman such as she was. She sat at a small table as the woman skillfully dressed her short red locks with ribbons... piling it up on her head.

The gown was stunning... the deep blue bliaut has a crushed dark velvet top that cut straight across her breasts and ended at her waist. It was trimmed in elegant beadwork that someone had excelled at. Matching the trim was a beaded crystal choker that complemented the color of her gown.

The necklace was four strands and at the bottom it gracefully draped, making it a very feminine feature. The long flowing sleeves of the gown were made of a sheer blue-green gossamer that matched the top layer of the skirt. The skirt's under layer was of a lightweight material that caught and reflected firelight.

Her dress revealed her shapely form and hung loosely from her hips- the material swaying pleasingly as she walked and she wore slippers that matched her gown. She descended the stairs slowly trying to calm her nerves... standing outside the hall doors she took several deep breathes... and then pushed the doors open and stepped into the hall.

At the dinner table, he sat in the middle. Gazing to the knights to the left and right, the seat next to him was vacant, reserved for Anwen. Making a motion to the servants, the meal was served. William and his Captain, Gerard, were joking with the other knights about their adventures on the field of battle and with women. Gerard was telling a lewd joke, which caused the other men to laugh and the women present to blush, then the door to the dining area opened.

There was a lot of noise as the dinner was being served and the people were chatting about this and that... then all sounds stopped as all turned to look at who had entered, she let her pale crystal blue eyes scan all within as she stood in the doorway.

William laid down the turkey leg, wiped his mouth, and stood, motioning her to her to join them. Words escaped him, but he could see the grace of the woman and the potentiality of the deadly weapon. She was beautiful and her attention for him excited the man beyond all expectations.

She was elegantly dressed, her body well-toned and shapely. All the men could do nothing but gaze upon her as she moved to her place at the table. “You look beautiful, Lady Anwen.” He said as she approached. The other men clapped softly in agreement. William smiled as he pulled out the heavy chair for her and assisted by pushing it under her when she sat.

A servant immediately began assisting the Lady with food and drink. The table was fit for a King, with a variety of meats, vegetables, and potatoes. Wine and ale sat in large containers waiting to be consumed.

Her stomach fluttered and her heart raced as she briefly gazed into his deep sea-green eyes… he truly was a handsome man to her eyes. She walked towards the table where he sat with the ease and grace… her skirts softly swishing as she moved. When William stood to greet her and then pulled the chair out for her, she flashed him a brilliant smile “Thank you M’Lord.” came her soft reply as she took the offered seat. With a small nod of her head to the men that had been clapping… a faint blush tainted her cheeks.

The meal continued with jovial pursuit of conversation regarding plans of the House, land, expansion of the armed forces, and tall tales of heroic feats. Occasionally his hand would, unconsciously, find her knee. Upon realizing his hand placement, he could only smile and remove it.

She picked at her meal and drank some wine... her mind already on the mission she would soon be leaving for. Anwen and Gerard had spoken earlier though briefly, deciding they would leave in two days giving him time to make arrangements for a temporary replacement while he was accompanying her to the borders of Scotland.

The evening progressed slowly and she was beginning to feel foolish for having worn the dress instead of her usual attire of the two- piece leather outfit in Maubry black and red. She leaned over towards him “M’Lord… I think I shall retire early, but first I think I will go and admire the gardens;” gazing into his sea-green eyes as she stood slowly before he replied. She was drowning in the depths of his eyes and it would do her no good having her thoughts take this turn… though she would love for him to join her. Her thoughts went immediately to the kiss they had shared her heart beat sped up… she needed to stay focused on her mission and to do that she needed to put some distance between them. Aye, a walk would do just that… she hoped.

Lord William looked around briefly, then glanced at Gerard. “My friend and confident, I hand you the reign of the table. Take good care of our brothers. I will accompany Lady Anwen in the gardens.” To which he extended his elbow to her. “M’Lady?” As they moved away from the table, the jovial conversations turned toward them as several men nudged one another and mumbled. The men were teasing them, though nothing had occurred between them, it would appear boyish chatter, or rumor had it otherwise. Despite the teasing, Anwen was treated with respect, dignity, and stature, something she had not been afforded in the Highlands, nor in Argania. There she was simply a member of Kaelyn Urguhart’s army; Just another female warrior; but here, she was a prized warrior, a respected leader, and loved as a companion for Lord William.

William looked at Anwen as they exited the large room and entered the chilled breeze of the garden. “There is not much left now. Winter has forced the beauty to sleep for now. But still the garden, as well as everything else, comes alive when yu enter, my dearest Anwen.” His elbow tightened about her hand as they walked.

She took the arm he offered and smiled politely to him and then the others at the table. As he spoke of how the cooler weather had affected the flowers she nodded "Aye, I know but I still like the serenity that I find there no matter if it is blooming with flowers or not." her hand tightened on his arm as the strolled leisurely through the gate.

She appeared a bit on the edge, her hand trembled upon his arm. Looking at her, he smiled, the gray beard crinkling at an erotic angle. “Are yu chilled M’Lady? Shall I have a cloak brought out for yu?” He stopped and faced her, his large hands upon her arms, Peering down at her with the erotic smile, the hands rubbed her arms for warmth. “Yer shivering, Shall we go inside?”

A chilled wind blew causing her to shiver, "Nay, M'Lord I do not need a cloak I shall be fine, and please call me Anwen... As for going inside nay I would like to walk a bit more, I know you have things to do so you need not stay with me." her voice was soft as she gazed into his eyes, as he rubbed her arms.

The wind brought a hint of winter's approach but she did not care for here with him was like being bathed in the sun's warmth on a summer's day. She once more began to walk her slippers making soft scuffing sounds on the cobbled walk, as she followed the pathway leading deeper into the gardens.

"M'Lord I will set out in three days on my mission with Gerard, he asked for enough time to place another in charge while he is gone and to arrange for more men to guard the Castle and... You." she glanced at him from lowered lashes as she spoke. Making eye contact made her heart beat faster and she became lost in his eyes, it was as though she could drown in their sea-green depths. "I as well have made arrangements of extra patrols in the surrounding areas in my absence." her tone was matter of fact.

“Three days?” He had wished he didn’t choose to send her, but he needed the time for the test of her resolve. How could she get under his skin so fast, she had only been with him for six months. “I shall send my prayers for a safe trip along with yu…”

"I can leave sooner if that is what you wish, M'Lord." She said in an even tone not sure if he thought she was procrastinating in her leave taking or not. "I thank you for the prayers as well, they mean much."

He had noticed that she would avert her eyes from him often. The last time, his fingers caught her chin, and brought her to face him fully; his sea-greens flickering back and forth in an attempt to reach the windows to her soul; his own heart racing at the touch. The urge to kiss her once again flamed in him like an inferno.

She was turning her head away when he caught he chin and brought her face up to meet his. Sea-green eyes seemed to be boring into her as if he were searching for something; she had been trying carefully to keep herself guarded... especially her heart. His touch caused her heart to race she felt so alive when he was this close to her. She thought of the kiss they had shared many times, it haunted her dreams nightly.

His hand found her red hair and cupping a handful, he urged her to his lips. He procrastinated no longer, as lips interlocked in a passionate kiss that would light up the heavens. His muscular arms enveloped her into an embrace and held her close. Inhaling her scent as if indexing it to memory, then he began to caress her form as arousal coursed his veins.

When his lips finally claimed hers once more her body instantly responded... her hands threaded into his short cropped hair. He pulled her closer to his muscular form, her body pressed into his. She felt as though she were drowning in the sheer pleasure of being close to him, he was older and more skilled in the ways of passion and she the eager pupil. Her let her hands roam over the broad expanse of his back, feeling the muscles twitched and flexed at her gentle touch... inwardly she smiled to herself. Her heart was now forever lost and he had claimed it though she would never tell him for she knew her place in his life... she was a warrior and his guard she would never be more nor would she let herself think otherwise.

In a whisper, he informed her… “I didn’t wish yu to go unnoticed by me. I remember the day we first kissed and it has haunted me since. I could not procrastinate further Anwen.” The garden was a sanctuary for them both, as neither cared for what people thought. Rumors fly regardless of one’s true actions. There they stood, in the gardens, in an embrace, the next move would be up to them.

When at last he broke their kiss slowly and spoke of noticing her... reality hit like a hard punch to her stomach. "I am glad you were pleased... M'Lord." her tone was soft as she tried to keep her emotions in check not wanting to let on that he meant more to her than she could show. In the six months she could remember he had been there... from the second she had opened her eyes and looked into his, her heart was his. Enough! her mind screamed to her heart there is no place for tender feelings in our world!

It was then that she heard him say that he too had thought of that first kiss, here in this very garden and her heart skipped a beat. "I myself have thought of that night... many times as well." She felt her face turn red and was grateful that the moon had been covered by some clouds. The wind gusted and brought cold air to whisk against her skin causing her to shiver, she loved coming to this garden and cared not if there were no bright vibrant blooms or heady aroma of their scents to fill the air.

Right now she only wanted to drink in the sight of him... memorize every detail of his features... so that while she was gone she would have her heated memories of him to warm her in the coldness of the nights. With her thoughts racing as they were, she turned from him to hide what she thought was her feeling mirrored in the depths of her eyes.

The stated fact that she too had lingering contemplations of a first kiss enamored his thought process. He felt the breeze, and the goose bumps upon her arms. His gaze upon her saw her eyes too were flickering back and forth as searching for his own window to the soul.

He was under a spell, a spell of something he was unfamiliar with… was it longing to be cared for, to care for someone, or pure unadulterated lust? She was never as beautiful as she was now… and he knew this moment would never return.

Taking one step closer, he had backed her against a tree and pressed his old, but muscular form against her. His blue/black uniform faded into the shadows of the eve as his hand caressed her face, then cupped around her throat, his gray bearded mouth lowered upon hers as he kissed her passionately under the largest, barest tree of the garden, another hand at her back, his form pushed against her at an odd angle to accommodate the slight differences in height.

Anwen could not help but wonder of her feelings for him. She was grateful to him in many ways yet there was a difference in the way she felt when he looked at her as he was now. She felt important... needed... and treasured not that she knew what is was like to be thus to anyone.

Her heart pounded in her chest as he backed her into the tree and pressed his body close to hers... she felt alive... something she was not used to. She kissed him with all the emotion's she felt and could not put words to, she threaded her hands in his neatly cropped silver hair. Enjoying the silken feel of it.

She suddenly realized that leaving him in three days would be difficult but it must be done for he had decreed it of her and she would not fail him. She was fiercely loyal and would lay down her life for him, without thinking.

With a tug of her red hair, her head tilted back to which he began to violate her throat, the bristles of beard tantalizing her breast. “Yu are more to me than yu appear Anwen…” his voice stated coarsely.

Her heart fluttered as he spoke softly to her; "Am I M'Lord?" she asked in whispered tones as if afraid this moment would vanish for all times but she needed to know what he meant and yet not wanting to know at the same time. "I am honored to serve and protect you..." Anwen's heart and mind were fighting. She wanted to be loved, yet duty and honor would put her on another path. The life she has chosen allowed not for the feelings she felt and it would best serve her to guard her heart if she wanted to be able to do what she needed.

“Yu are my dear…” he had heard her call him M’Lord again. Was it habit, respect, or something entirely different? As she spoke, his hand caressed her face, his thumb tracing her lips; a wicked smile developed when she said ‘serve’ and protect… “And I am honored to have such a talent near me. It makes me feel…safe…” the pause was followed by a wink.

She straightened and shifted from his embrace, instantly feeling the loss of the warmth he surrounded her with, and began to curse in her language of Gaelic and then stooped and looked at him puzzled... as she tried to regain the coldness that served her so well as a warrior... a killer for him. She had been formal using his title though he had said when alone she could use his name, but knowing she was leaving... him, she would remember her 'place' as his guard and nothing more.

"M'Lord, I think I will walk a bit more and then retire for the evening;" her sudden change in attitude made her shiver but it was necessary for what she had planned. She was not going to wait the three days, but sneak away alone instead later this night as she had planned, with no one the wiser. She would not risk Gerard's life or leave the castle with another in charge in his place. Hopefully William would forgive her and if not, she would deal with that later when she returned.

Taken off course, and a sudden change of circumstances, he balked. Her slipping from him left him disturbed, even a bit sullen. With her change, he changed also… “Yu may retire Anwen, yu have much to do before departing. I am sure Gerard will have tasked yu with things before leaving.”

Anwen knew that it would be best for her to be away on the mission as soon as possible. She could no longer take being here and so near him... it confused her... She was a warrior and a skilled assassin... and his to command as he so chose.

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Early Departure

He moped back along the corridor back to his room. It was to his own expense that he yearned for something and yet was denied. The lust that flowed thru his veins now chilled. Closing the door, sliding the bolt shut, turning and leaning against it with his back, he simply sighed.

Twas time for him to retire deep into the sanctity of his own room, alone. He removed his uniform and the undergarments. Standing in front of a mirror, he gazed upon his form. “Am I not worthy of such beauty?” he wondered. “Am I not fit better than most men my age? I am not obese, ugly, nor even ill-fit. But yet she denies me.” He mumbled to the nude image in the mirror. He thought she might deny him, even hoped for her strength to do so, but when she actually did, it made him sullen.

While she had been recovering, she had taken the time to explore her room and discovered two hidden passageways... one led to his rooms, which she had walked through many times trying to get to know this enigma of a man. The other led down a small set of winding stairs into a narrow tunnel that led out into the bailey near the stables.

She changed her clothes and gathered the items she would need for the journey... she opened the panel in the wall leading to the tunnels and grabbed the torch from the wall sconce and brought it to the fireplace... setting it down on the floor, she strapped her twins swords to her back and threw her haversack over a shoulder and bent to retrieve the torch; lit it and walked into the tunnel; turning giving a last look about the room, she closed the tunnel door and descended the stairs. The torch cast and eerie glow in the tunnel causing shadows to dance around on the roughened walls. Nearing the end of the tunnel she readjusted her pack so the she could put the torch in the wall sconce and push the door open... she poked her head out and looked around to see if there was anyone near... seeing no one she pulled the hood of her cloak up to conceal her face and made her way quickly and quietly to the stables. Spotting a large horse in a stall she walked close and cooed softly to it; she placed a saddled across his back and readied him for the ride to the borderlands.

She hoped to have a good head start before anyone noticed she was missing and sound the alarm. William would be angry, she was sure when he found out that she had no intention of taking Gerard with her... she would not risk another's life... besides, she worked better alone and the time riding would be well used to clear her head.

Laying across the bed, his thoughts wrapped around her. He knew she was to leave in three days, and he had hoped that the evenings would be spent together. Eyelids grew heavy as he contemplated the woman; deciding to approach her with his desires on the morrow.

His quick dismissal of her made her cringe... she stiffened as he spoke of her retiring . She turned and made her way slowly through the gardens heading back to the castle... she did not want him to see how badly she was hurting for turning away from him.

Denying him had been the hardest thing she had ever done, he held her heart though she had kept that information to herself selfishly. He was all she could dream of in a man… handsome, well built, strong... and yes kind. Once she returned… if she returned, she would tell him what was in her heart.

After saddling a large black horse, she grabbed the reins and led him in shadows to the postern gate that she would leave by as it was not as well guarded as the main gate. Once beyond the walls she mounted, looked back at the windows of his rooms and put her heels to the steeds sides and raced away, she needed to put as much distance between her and Maubrey lands before anyone knew she was gone. Tears were streaking her face as she fought to get her emotions under control.

She wondered if she closed the secret door to the tunnel all the way as to leave no clue, but it was too late now to worry about it... snow began to fall heavily. She pulled her cloak tighter about her form and leaned down giving the horse his head to run. Her heart was broken and she hoped that he would forgive and understand why.

She had been riding for hours and hours before coming to a small clearing she would have to stop and make camp for the snow was getting worse and she could not risk her horse or herself by continuing on. She looked around she would be safe enough here camped in the woods to hide her if any should pass by, she would be unseen. She dismounted and made a small fire to keep warm by. She laid out some blankets and used her cloak to cover herself. Looking to the heavens... "William.... forgive me;" she softly whispered as she drifted into a fitful sleep filled with dreams of sea-green eyes and a handsome face both filled with an emotion she could not put her finger on.

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Denial of War

The messenger was allowed entry to the Maubrey Castle. Lord William lay in his bed asleep. It was early morning and not much stirred. Then with an abrupt pounding upon the door and calling out of his title and name, William sat upright in his bed. With an agitated voice. “Come in…” Knowing it was Gerard’s voice, he grumbled knowing the knight would not bother his lordship unless something required urgent attention. “What’s wrong, Gerard?”

“Several M’Lord… sincerest apologies for such an abrupt wakening…” he said with a bow. The knight was not in armor, but in the uniform of the soldier he was. “M’Lord, I have a scroll from the King… and…”

William sat on the side of the bed, wrapping only a light blanket about his nude form. Taking the scroll from Gerard, he noticed the seal was of the King. With a deep sigh, he broke the seal and read the scroll… “damn… damn it all…” he threw the scroll aside and stood up, rewrapping the blanket into a toga, he began to pace.

The odd look gathered wrinkles on the face of the old knight, who had been Lord William’s right hand man for many, many years. “What is it M’Lord? What has ye so agitated?” He paused, knowing that the information of Anwen’s disappearance was best left for later.

Cursing softly, he looks at Gerard. “The King has left me out of the war… I have forces here, who could crush Scotland here… now… but he has me just sit. He has ripped the right to invade from my hands and given it to another.” The statement was followed by a few explicatives not repeatable in public. “Fine then, I shall sit by and let his forces do my work… I shall do his clean up work when he is done. I feel it in my heart…” Then he looks at Gerard with a smirk. “Then by his bidding, I shall station my forces where I deem best and will have not raised a sword.”

William smirked wickedly at the thoughts, his evil mind always scheming. Then upon another subject, he looks to Gerard. “Any word on this Falcon character…” The negative response from Gerard aggravated William further. “Raise the bounty on that green monstrosity… I have his head on a picket yet. He won’t be able to stay from the fray for long.” Followed by a deep-toned chuckle.

“As yu command my liege…” then a pause… gaining a look from his Lord. “but before I go, I have something else, M’Lord. About Anwen…”

William sat on the bed… “Then speak man, tell me all since yu have woken me from a good sleep. What of Anwen?” The man’s interest changed…

Gerard hesitated, unsure if he should have brought it up… “M’Lord… she has disappeared.” The knight braced for the repercussion.

“Disappeared? What do yu mean disappeared?” William’s eyes narrowed, wondering what was going on. Had she regained her memory and abandoned him for the Scots? Or had she saw fit to do his bidding upon her own? Several scenarios flashed thru his mind, but he gave no expression of any.

“She is no where to be found, M’Lord… her horse, food, and her weapons are all gone. She may have taken the task at hand upon her own… and decidedly left me here.” Gerard waited for the tyrannical outrage he expected.

William smiled that evil smile as he laid back down, his back to Gerard, a soft voice spoke instead of the booming, anger-filled outrage expected. “Leave her be Gerard, lets see what the wench shall do. Either she will do as I have directed… or she will not return. Now be gone and let me sleep… enough is enough.” The dismissal was followed by a wave of the hand, and a blanket pulled over a bare shoulder.

“By yer leave M’Lord…” Gerard bowed, though unseen by his lordship, and opened the door and left, closing it behind him. Gerard then gave instructions that for no reason was his lordship to be bothered again.

William lay in the bed, his mind racing. Anger was no where to be found, but he did find himself missing her. Where had she gone? Why? Thoughts of her flaming red hair, her beautiful face, her battle scarred body. Oh the body he dreamt of, but was unable to have… he wanted to hold her, to smell her, to run his hands all over her. A slight mumble to a pillow… “Oh Anwen, what are ye doing girl? Ye left and nary said a word to me!! What are yer intentions?”

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Mission Accomplishment

It had been two weeks since Anwen had left the Castle and she still felt like a thief in the night leaving the way she had, but it was better this way or at least it seemed so to her at the time.

She had been following Patrick McClaren day and night for the last week learning of his coming and goings to aid in her 'mission' for William... dead or alive she would bring him back, the choice would be Patrick the Red's as he was called in these lands.

Finally, she learned he would be going hunting with his men before the border war was to start and this would likely be the only chance she would get for a while to get him. It was a small hunting party he left with and Anwen followed them at a distance, waiting for an opportunity to strike. She had ridden her horse into the dense forest and kept the party to her left as she watched like an animal stalking her prey.

She steeled herself against all emotion, always the calculated and cold warrior. The area brought forth fragments of memories for her that she could not place of people and events... and a golden-haired warrior woman fighting men in what appeared to be combat but were actually games of a sort. She shook her head and concentrated on the men riding just ahead of her, she waited patiently and then HE moved away from the party heading a southward direction... now was her chance as he would be alone. Though he was a large man and she had seen him fight a few nights back in a small village defending it against some bandits... it would be a true test of her skills to bring him down... and she would one way or another. She wore light weight armor over her black and red leather two piece garment William had given her; she would have the advantage of speed, being smaller in stature than him though he would have strength on his side.

HE rounded a small bend... Now she thought now is the time to strike... she kneed the horse she was on to a faster pace and burst from the forest just to his right and called out, "Patrick the Red I am here to bring you to Lord William Maubrey." she drew her sword and sat there looking at him with icy blue eyes.

At hearing her call out, he wheeled his horse to face her and the look on his face was of amusement and shock for none had ever spoken thusly to him and assuredly not a woman. "Lass, you are mighty brave coming here alone with my men but a shout away, I will teach you manners as yer Da should hav'…" he laid his hand on his sword and slid from his mount as he readied himself not knowing if she was truly alone. He now saw the error in his judgment to wander from his men.

Anwen jumped from her mount and reached behind her to release her duel swords, both hissing with their release from the baldric on her back. "I can assure you Sir, my father may have tried, but as you can see failed as well." her tone icy and laced with contempt for the man she knew nothing of other than William wanted him for his own reasons.

With a cold smile she began swinging the blades in front of her as she had done many times in practice, it never failed to awe someone when they saw it happen. Quicker and quicker the blades spun and before he knew it she was close enough to strike out and slice the flesh of one of his arms. He hissed in pain and his expression turned cold as he swung his own blade at her head. She blocked, the sound of steel meeting steel rang in the air, and before either knew it that fight was in full motion each trying to take the other down and protect themselves as well.

His men must have heard the commotion and raced to his defense and seeing their Chief fighting a woman they could do no more than gape at the scene. One of his men spoke to one near him, "I hav' never seen a woman fight as she does... her skills are impressive and our Chief needs to keeps his cool if he wants to win." they snickered in unison.

Anwen did her best to avoid his blade though he had made a few marks on her body as well as she had done him. No longer able to keep this going like this she spun low and with her leg caught his and swept his feet out from beneath him. He landed on the ground hard... it was then his men moved in swords drawn to defend their Patrick who laid on the ground stunned to have been fallen by a woman. Anwen turned and with a feral look on her face began to defend against the four men who began to surround her.

Patrick had collected his wits and joined his men. "Lass, I know not who ye are or why ye want to fight, but ye are out numbered now and it is best to admit defeat." his voice cold as steel yet remained calm.

"I will never surrender to a filthy Scot, I would rather Die first!" she spat at him

"Feisty wee thing she be Laird... mayhap after we teach her a lesson we can have a bit o' fun wit' her." another man said as he moved to stand at Patrick's side. "Mayhap Colin, but first we need to break her first." Patrick replied.

"Who is the first to die?!" she said calmly. Oh this was not the way she had planned this, but one way or another she was not going to give up with out taking a few of them with her.

The men all came at her at once and she did her best to fend the off, she struck a killing blow to the man who wanted her as his 'toy' burying her blade in his stomach she twisted to release it and then turned on the two approaching her from behind, swinging both blades simultaneously, she struck them down. She was now in a full blood rage... uncontrollable and deadly. She faced Patrick and his one remaining man. "I thought you were going to teach me a lesson and here I have taught one to you... never underestimate a woman." she smiled at him coolly taunting him. The other man lunged a she expertly adverted him turning her back to Patrick, it wasn't until she felt his blade pierce the flesh of her back that she realized her folly.

She screamed and staggered, reaching for her dagger she grabbed it and threw it at the other man… it found its mark in his throat... gurgling sounds spilled from his lips as he feel to the ground. She stood and looked at Patrick. "It seems it is just you and me now." she raised her sword the movement causing pain to lance through her body. He thrust his blade, slicing her right arm; her sword fell to the ground; she bent slowly keeping her eyes on him she picked it up with her left. "It seems you have now forced me to fight with my other arm Sir." her smile was arctic. She had been trained to fight with either arm equally as well, this has been helpful to her more than once. They continued to fight, both growing tired, her body ached and she was losing a lot of blood; she needed to end this and quickly. She took a deep breath and spun around thrusting her sword into his thigh, as he fell she slid her sword across his throat. Watching his life soak into the ground; she collapsed exhausted and weary.

The days past and he found himself missing the girl’s smile, her beautiful form, a kiss now and then. For the much older man, his urges and wants needed fulfilled. Summoning one of his concubines to come soothe his desires, he found the woman attractive, but uninteresting… that is until he lay naked next to her and began to fantasize about Anwen. That sparked his lust. The remaining of the evening, and again at the break of dawn, he took the concubine as if she was Anwen.

The knock on the door interrupted a subsequent session between William and the sleeper. The door opened, his Lordship apparently frustrated and nude, Gerard stood before his Lord, his hand holding out a scroll. Seeing the female in his bed, material wrapped about her, he looked back to the man. “My apologize my liege… From Anwen M’Lord.”

William nodded, took the scroll, closing the door; eagerly opening the missive, reading it on the way back to the bed. The missive had been sent from Anwen to William, letting him know how she was making out.
M'Lord:
I have found what I came looking for and if all goes well will be home in three days.
Anwen

The concubine sneered at William’s attention to the missive instead of her. She huffs and speaks slightly agitated. “Oh M’Lord, I can please yu more than she. Throw away the scroll and I will show yu… Yu have me, ye nay need her.” Her hand caressing his back and shoulders as she speaks.

Wrong thing to do… he sneers at the wench and slaps her across the face, then pushes her from his bed. “GET OUT wench… yu are nothing like her… nothing at all wench… go spread yer legs for the soldiers… GET OUT !!!” he began to scream louder with each word… “Leave me… Yer nothing like her… yu wench…!!!”

The female’s head spun sideways; she hit the floor hard very unexpectedly. She grabbed her face, now red with his hand print, and she began to cry. His words cut her as a sword, for she had been his favorite concubine since her arrival at his court three years ago. She scurried across the floor, opening the door, and exiting just as a cup shattered against the wall… The door left open until Gerard came back and closed it.

William looked at the concubine as she quickly departed in tears. She was flesh for his use, only and just that – warm flesh for his desires. His anger subsided as Gerard closed the door. William then sniffed the paper to see if he could smell any scent of her. It had been days since she had been with him. Though the concubine soothed his physical desire, the mental lust remained. It was then, as he sat on the bed thinking of her, that a sharp pain occurred in his back. His hand went to the area where the pain occurred, then looked at his hand – nothing. What had this red-headed girl, really unknown to him, done? Yet she had left to do what he wanted without question.

He lay back on the bed, the missive upon his chest; He missed her and now, as the pain subsided, he felt something was wrong. The dinner meal would soon be ready, for now he was to inspect the knights before the meal was served.

Her back felt as though it were on fire where his blade struck true. The wind howled as she laid there for an undetermined amount of time, his face swam before her, grey beard neatly trimmed, full lips that had kissed her passionately, and eyes the color of the sea. She crawled to a stump that lay near by and with ever ounce of remaining strength she used it to help her stand. She could see her horse not far and staggered towards it on unsteady feet... her thoughts were of nothing and no one except returning to him.... "William" ... she whispered.

Grabbing her mounts mane she hoisted herself into the saddle and turned him towards home and the man she loved... loved?? Aye she had fallen in love with him though she had tried hard not to, her heart had its own agenda.

Night was coming quick as was a new snow storm she would need to ride hard though her body protested it greatly for she was battered and bleeding a lot, but she would not die here in this foreign land. Her red hair was matted to her face with blood and dirt, her clothes were filthy... yet in her minds eyes all she could see was him and his warm smile arms extended to hold her. She slid in the saddle only remaining there by grabbing the horses neck, the last of her energy spent she slumped over its neck and let oblivion take her... the horse knew its way home as all animals did by some inbred beacon to home. His name was the last thing on her lips before falling silent in the night.

Abruptly he awoke, sweat streamed down his forehead, as he sat up in the bed. The vision had captured his senses; thru fog of the vision, he could see the figure strain to mount the horse. He could not see who it was, but the form appeared familiar to him. It was wounded and struggling; his hand found the spot on his back where the pain was. What eerie sort of sorcery was this? How was he connected to the figure in the vision?

Never being close to anyone before, to include his deceased wife, had he experienced such connectivity. Was this red-headed being, a witch or had he emblazoned her upon his senses so deep that they were connected even in such distances as they were now? Bellowing for Gerard, he ordered a patrol to move northeastward to the locale where he suspected her target to be located. “FIND HER!! Nay cease til she is found!!” his orders loud and clear.

The knight could only bow… “By yer leave M’Lord.” …would he answer of fear of angered retaliation.

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The Return

She was cold… colder than she could ever remember. The wound to her back had stopped bleeding for now, as she felt her shirt crusted with blood and dirt stuck to it acting as a bandage of sorts. Snow had begun to fall heavily as she clung to her mount’s neck to stay in the saddle, night had fallen and the moon shone bright in the sky illuminating the snow in the field making it seem almost ethereal in appearance.

The black Arabian horse she was riding upon had covered a lot of ground as she had been in and out of consciousness on its back. Through her thoughts floated the face of the man her heart cried out for... William Maubrey. He was there before her arms opened wide to hold her, a smile upon his handsome face, his sea-green eyes filled with passion and unspoken emotions as he looked upon her. “Welcome home Anwen... I have missed you, and I love you." she reached out to take hold of his hand. "William... my love." her voice barely a whisper to be carried away on the snow and wind.

William paced the floor of his bedroom, scantly dressed in a robe, his eyes flickered wildly as he searched his emotions for the girl. His concern for her safety and her possible remembrance of her past did battle with one another. Would his bringing the girl into his camp be his downfall, or would his emotions for her be the final blow?

There in the distance she could make out the shape of a castle that seemed familiar a soft smile crossed bloodied lips. She by some miracle managed to sit erect in the saddle and shook her head as pain coursed through her anew, when she heard riders approaching... Would it be William?? His men?? Nay, she thought she was still to far away for them to find her, that it was her mind playing tricks.

Her sword arm of little use from being injured by Patrick, her ribs ached badly, and in a broken and bloodied hand she clung to the only proof she had... a piece of Patrick's plaid. She reached out for the image of William... then he was gone, but she reached to the extent that she had fallen from her horse to land on the snow covered ground. She laid there motionless letting the blackness claim her as its mate once more into the sweetness of oblivion.

Looking out his bedroom window in the keep to the bailey, He could see the men below readying to depart. Was she alright? If she was wounded, would they arrive in time to save her? Or was she a captive of the rebels? All these ran amuck thru his mind. His only action was to rub the grey beard and look at Gerard and the men. Finally, he was driven away from the window by a cold north wind. This in itself caused more concern for he knew yet another snowstorm was coming.

The snow fall had increased as did the wind... it would be a miracle if they could find any tracks in this weather. After Gerard left William, he gathered his men and made plans to leave immediately to find her as he had been instructed. As they were leaving the guard on the tower shouted "Rider approaching!!"

Gerard's brows drew together, "How far out and how many?" he called back as he waited seated upon his steed knowing he should be leaving but needed to know if he and then men were riding into danger.

"Only one rider Captain... just to the northeast side of the field... the rider has fallen from its mount and the horse comes this way!" came the reply from the watch.

The horse trotted through the gate and once in the bailey, Gerard saw that is was from the Maubrey stables... his eyes flew to the field... Anwen. His mind raced, could it be...but how?? There was no time to waste... the weather grew more viscous by the second and time was of the essence. He swiftly turned and began issuing orders, turning to the man on his left, Jonathon his lieutenant and second in command; "Go now and inform Lord William quickly and have Gwen prepare her room and bring anything that may be needed in case she is injured!"

"As you command Captain" Jonathon dismounted quickly and raced into the castle and up the stairs towards Lord Williams' rooms taking the stairs two at a time he banged on the door. "M'Lord William... I have a message from the Captain and he says it is urgent! It is about Anwen." Jonathon waited for William to come to the door.

William’s contemplation was interrupted by an excited pounding on his door. “Enter…” he called out as an excited Lieutenant entered and bowed. “What of Anwen?” he contained his own excitement of possible word about her. The young lieutenant proceeded to explain what was occurring. “Let me know the results as soon as they return.” With the coldness and disconcern of his usual nature, he bade the man his leave; all proprieties completed, the door closed, William let out an incomplete sigh of relief. Was she wounded? How bad? Would she live? Would she remember? Those questions bounced off his brain like arrows off a shield. He wanted to run to her, to hold her, but he could not. For it would be one weakness that any could see and use against him.

Gerard and the other men rode out through the gate at full speed towards the fallen rider, praying that is was indeed Anwen and that she was alright. As they approached her could see the Maubrey colors she wore and his heart stopped. He could see the wound on her arm and the blood smeared on her face and in her hair. She had been gravely injured and yet somehow managed to make it this far in her condition. He jumped from his mount’s back and ran to her brushing the snow from her frozen face. God she was so pale and her lips held no color, he scooped her up... and she moaned in pain; "I am sorry M'Lady to cause you more pain, but we need to get you home to the Castle and quickly." he whispered in her ear. With powerful strides he walked back to his horse.

Her eyes fluttered open, "William..." the only thing she said and so softly he thought he might have imagined it. Mathew had been holding the reins of his Captain's horse and as Gerard approached he dropped them. Gerard held out Anwen's body to Mathew so he could mount and then reaching down took her in his arms once more. He spurred his mount to a gallop and raced for the Castle.

Pulling the robe about his nude form, William watched the men exit thru the barbican gate, across the drawbridge, and ride out into the snowfields. Forced back deeper into the large room by the wind, he sought comfort by the hearth. Gazing into the fire, his mind continued to race. Soon, the men would return and he would dress in the blue uniform, his sword at his side.

Gerard brought his mount to an abrupt halt and dismounted with her still in his arms... she was so still... so lifeless and he was scared, not for himself but for her and Lord William. He was not blind and seen on several accounts the way they looked at each other. It made him happy to finally think William cared for a woman... though he would never say it aloud to his friend; yes he and William were friends and had been for many years now.

Climbing the steps he entered the keep "Gwen... Gwen!! d**n you woman answer me!" he shouted as he took the stairs two at a time, as if he did not have his arms burdened with Anwen's body in them. He was a large man and very strong... his dark hair was touched with grey at the temples... which gave him a certain dignified quality, his eyes were a rich amber in color and flecked with gold if the light shone just right. His voice a deep baritone much like William's and when he spoke all did his bidding, not out of fear but respect for him.

The man stood before the mirror, gazing upon the image before him. Dressed in his uniform, for a man pushing two and fifty, he was a formidable man, strong, broad shoulders, his weight proportionate to his size, with no room for slovenly excess fat. He waited anxiously for the announcement that she was alright.

Gwen poked her head into hall, "Sir Gerard! Bring her in here, I have a fire going. Lay here there on the bed." turning she saw Jonathon appear in the door way looking pale as he gazed at Anwen and noticed not only her injuries but at how still and pale she was.

Jonathon turned and ran back to William's room and knocked on the door, "M'Lord! Gerard has returned with Lady Anwen... they have her just down the hall and you should hurry... it does not look good she is injured and very pale." he called through the door and then turned and went back to see what he could do to help.

William jumped when the door resounded with the thumps of the lieutenant’s knock. When the young man announced that Anwen was badly injured, his heart jumped to his throat. He wanted to run to her, to hold her and use all the powers he could muster to bring good health back to her; but he stood fast. With a swallow, “I shall be right there, let me dress.” He lied.

Anwen could hear muffled voices penetrating through the blackness, "Lady Anwen?? Can you hear me it is Gerard. You are home and safe... wake up M'Lady... Please." he sounded so strange as though he were saddened by something.... but what?? Had something happened to William??? She fought to open her eyes they fluttered a bit slowly they opened to mere slits as they were badly swollen. "W...William..." she managed to gasp... and then pain and lots of it flooded her body, consuming her... more she lost consciousness.

Gwen rushed about laying out bandages, needles, thread, and salves that would be needed once she had gotten Anwen undressed. She started to clear the room of the men, "I am not leaving, Gwen...I will stay and help. I have tended many injuries before…" Gerard said softly he had many such injuries and was not squeamish in the least like the young maid Lilly who took one look at the woman lying on the bed within death's grasp and fled.

"Aye, Sir Gerard of that I have no doubt, but these injuries are on a woman this time and not one of your Knights. She is so pale I hope we are not to late in saving her…" Gwen let her words trail off because she could tell by the look on his face that it would do no good for he would stay not matter what she said. "Stoke the fire and put the pot of water on to boil... have to cook bring up some broth and ale it will be a long night."

The door to the room where Anwen lay was open and William stood in the doorway. He had heard only part of what transpired. Seeing Gerard holding Anwen’s hand made his eyes narrow. Misconstrued thoughts flooded his mind. Was she in love with Gerard? He for her? What had occurred between them? His heart raced, his hand curled into a fist. He wanted to burst into a rage. He would offer his proclamation of love for her, but had she already done that to Gerard… his best friend, one he loved as a brother?

Gerard turned to go stoke the fire and prepare the water when he saw William standing at the door, an odd look on his face. “I pray that she lives M’Lord. She is badly wounded, but Gwen will do her best. If anyone can save her, tis Gwen.”

William’s glances past from Anwen to the knight, to the healer, then back to the knight. “Twas yer responsibility to look after her. She is no good to me dead or invalid.” His expression cold and emotionless. His heart ached for the injured girl’s affections and health, but if he opened up to her or his best friend, he might show vulnerability which would be his downfall. Gerard could only silently acknowledge his liege and bow his head.

God, she was beautiful, he thought as he gazed upon her form only partially covered by a sheet of material. In his peripheral vision, he could see Gerard standing to his right. He was ready to proclaim his feelings openly to the red-headed girl upon her return, but apparently it would have been in vain; he thought. He stroked her red furls with a bare hand… “Get better Anwen, we all wish yu well and to return to lighten the castle.” Then he looked to Gerard… “I will be downstairs. Notify me of any changes.”

William's voice weaved through the darkened haze of her mind, she felt him touch her head and turned into his warm hand unknowingly, and was so slight that it could have been missed if one did not pay attention. Her body was in so much pain but here in the blackness it was as if she was separate from it and felt nothing.

"William!!" her mind screamed to him though she lay still upon the bed. She wanted to tell him so badly what was in her heart and yet she could not wake up, like she was already not of his world any longer. She floated free in the black abyss that surrounded her… no more pain... no more sorrow... no love!

Did he feel the same about her? Could a man such as he love her for who she was... as she was?

Anwen's breathing was labored and shallow yet gentle hands bathed her forehead with a cool cloth and soft words were spoken to encourage. "Lady Anwen... please wake and fight. We all need you." Gwen pleaded to her. She and Anwen had become close in their own way... kindred spirits of sorts, and it was tearing Gwen apart that she could not do more for her.

"I have done all I can... the rest is up to her." Gwen said softly to Gerard. "Go Sir Gerard, eat and rest I will stay with her, if anything changes I will send for you post haste." her cool green eyes spoke of her sincerity, as she gently pushed Gerard to the door. "Go... you will be of no use should you not stay well. She will need us all when and if she wakes."

Though he did not want to he knew Gwen spoke true and left the room, posting a guard outside should Anwen awake to summon Lord William and himself.

Agonizing with heart strings that were strum with ill accord, the Lord of the Castle sat at the dining table, or in his room, or walked the grounds of the castle, all thinking of his wounded protégé, a love that may have blossomed, yet for his greed. Rough hands lay upon the other behind his back as he walked along the wall, pondering what had occurred between him and the red-head girl; and what may have occurred between her and his best friend. Would he let this suspected affair continue? Would he approach his friend and confidant? All this placed mileage upon his boots as he attempted to walk off all suspicions.

The night felt as though it was the longest ever for Gwen and the others as she lay there death like upon the bed. Day and night passed several times and yet there was no change in Anwen's status, Gwen began to fear the worst. Yet she remembered how Anwen's head moved slightly when William spoke to her... an idea occurred to her. She had seen the way the warrior woman looked at him with her heart in her eyes. If they had not been as close as they were it would have been missed but Gwen had keen eyes. She smiled as her thought ran amuck in her head, maybe if William came and sat with her even for a short time and spoke to her... it was worth asking about... wasn't it? She would think hard about it before approaching her Liege with the idea.

Bold was she, this healer. Upon one visit, she stood erect and with drawn back shoulders faced her Lord and Master, asking the simplest yet boldest request. “Ye care for her M’Lord… I, a woman too, knows. I see it in yer eyes when ye look at her.” Simply smiling at his initial denial, with canted head, she coo’d. “I know M’Lord, ye must deny it, but b’tween us, I need ye to come visit. She requires that will to live. Yu, I pray, are her will to live.”

Since the second day, when Gwen spoke to him so boldly, William had entered the girl’s room several times a day to check on her; each time Gwen reporting no change. Each time, he offered to sit with her; the healer taking advantage of the offer, to eat, sleep, or tend to others. The man would wait until the healer left, then, unwilling to allow his vulnerability to be found, always portraying the staunch leader, he would close the door. Pulling the chair close to the bed, his hand holding hers, the other would stroke her face, or hair. This one time h visited he spoke his heart, not the usual “get well”, or “heal fast” … but a proclamation. “Get well Anwen, I miss our walks in the garden. I care not if yu love Gerard. I love yu.” His hand caresses her face… “ At least if yu are well, then I can sway yer affections from him back to me.” Then he kisses her forehead and cheek.

DAY 5

Anwen had yet to open her eyes... or move. Then a fever set in and Gwen called for the guard "Get Lord William and Gerard... tell them I need their help or she will rip her stitches and open her wounds a new!" she was afraid for the young woman. She just prayed that William's voice would calm Anwen enough that she settled.

Anwen thrashed about on the bed as the fever raged within her body causing her to quake violently, and it took all of Gwen’s strength to hold her still, she prayed that they hurried for she was not as strong as them to hold her for long.

Up the stairs, two by two, William ran to Gwen’s call. Entering the room, he frowns at the sight of the girl thrashing about. Assisting Gwen restrain the girl, his hand finding her face, the low toned baritone voice spoke softly. “Anwen my dear… tis William. Yu must be calm. Yu are safe at home with yer friends.” A slight glance to Gwen, receiving an approving nod. “Anwen, do ye hear me girl? Be calm…” Yet another glance at Gwen… only her lips moving… “Talk to her M’Lord.”

William grimaced at being ordered by a healer. It was no order, a mere request… William looked at the fever-inducted wretched face of the beautiful girl. His hands holding hers, he leans to her ear and whispers… “Come back to me Anwen… heal fast…” a swift glance to Gwen… then he returns to Anwen’s ear… “I love yu…”

Her body shook so violently that she wanted to scream with the pain, small hands held her down accompanied by larger ones... ones she had felt before. Her body once more stilled as his deep rich baritone voice broke through the black mist she floated in, his hand holding her, his words filled her ears pulling her once more into the light and back to him.

Oddly enough the girl calmed… her body limp. William looks at Gwen and rises. “Speak of this and yu shall be quartered, and yer head hung on a pole on the edge of Maubrey land.” His eyes spoke true.

His words were like a balm to her heart and soul... she tried harder to fight the grip that death had upon her. It had been more than a week since she had been home and still she moved little and had yet to open her eyes. Gwen had been bathing her brow and forcing small amounts of broth into her mouth.

DAY 10

Gwen waited for William to come so she could leave... he always came after the evening meal... she looked sadly upon Anwen's now thin and frail form; "Come on girl wake up!" she spoke to her in soft tones though what she really wanted to do was shake her awake... she took one of Anwen's hands within her own and began to softly weep. Anwen felt the warmth of the small soft hand holding her's and squeezed so gently. Gwen jerked her head up thinking it was her imagination... looking at her pale face seeing her eyes flutter slightly. Gwen felt a renewed sense of hope and her heart leapt with joy. "Anwen?? Child come back to us... all of us." Gwen's voice was a mixture of joy and concern.

The meal had been somber, not much merriment from the Lord of the Castle. His mind still mulling over the possible relationship between Anwen and Gerard. He loved Gerard as a brother and he was IN love with Anwen. William watched Gerard as he left the table. Pushing his plate away, then rising, he too left the large table and proceeded to the stairs. One step at a time, he ascended the stairs, for seeing Anwen is such a state was almost intolerable; his head bowed, he breathed a sigh as he reached the top.

Anwen stirred a bit as her eyes slowly opened... the flicked her tongue across her lips; "William...” the single word was barely heard and yet Gwen jumped up and ran to the door. Throwing it open, "Lord William!!! Come hurry she is awake!! Lord William!" a smile on her face as she met the gaze of Gerard overjoyed she threw herself into his arms and clung to him, not caring if it was improper... Gerard's amber gaze met Gwen's and he saw the tears in the eyes of the woman he loved. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her right there in hall where anyone could see, when things settled down he would ask for her hand in marriage... right now they needed to focus on the Anwen and helping her get well.

Hearing his name from an excited Gwen, his heart began to pound hard inside his chest. She was awake. What would she remember? As he neared the door, just inside the room, he was surprised to find Gwen kissing Gerard. His head tilted in query as he mentally questioned the relationship. Gwen and Gerard? What of Gerard and Anwen?

Then his face flushed in silent embarrassment. All these past few days him considering the relationship, had been misconstrued… by his own mind; hence the embarrassment. Patting Gerard on the back, reason unknown, he went to Anwen’s bedside. Sitting down in the chair, he took her hand. “Welcome back from the dead my dear Anwen.”

She was still very pale though her wounds had been tended and her broken hand set thanks to Gwen, a most experienced healer. Anwen laid there still with her eyes closed when he entered the room, taking her hand gently in his as he spoke softly to her. The fever still raged and she was sweating so bad she glistened as if she had been swimming. Her red hair was drenched and stuck to her head... the bruises now an angry shade of blues and purples, a sign of all she had endured. On the floor by the bed laid the discarded scrap of Patrick's plaid proof she done his bidding, though the outcome was not what she had planned on.

Gazing upon the beautiful girl, as she lay bruised, beaten by the man William wanted dead. He felt remorse in his actions for Anwen’s sake. Notcing something on the floor by her bed, he bent over picking up the plaid cloth. “A job well done my beautiful Anwen; though I am truly sorry yu had to endure so much.”

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The Proclamation

Blue eyes slowly opened to gaze at William... so much she wanted to say him... her lips were cracked and the splits were still closing. Through a dry unused throat she tried to speak. "I... heard... you..." having to pause and cough softly she squinted her eyes against the pain of doing such. "talk... to... me... every... night." It was taking great effort on her part just to speak... but she wanted him to know her what lay in her heart.

“Anwen my dear, I shall come to yu every eve and speak to yu… But I insist that yu rest and gain yer strength back.” He took the clean cloth, dipped it into the water and lightly touched her lips, then squeezed the material til water wrung from it trickled down her lips to her throat.

Anwen was not out of danger yet for her injuries could still send her to the black hands of death. Taking as deep a breath as she could, squeezing his hand tenderly "M'Lord... I... I... am sorry I left as I did..." she winced her body protesting greatly as she tried to move and get more comfortable. Realizing it was no use she laid there for a minute eyes closed and then once more slowly opening to lock on his sea-green ones.

A large calloused hand went to her bare shoulder and his head shook slowly. “Nah girl, yu rest easy…” His facial expression was one of concern. He provided her an assured gaze and spoke softly. “We shall nurtue yu back to health, regardless of time.”

She held his gaze as if memorizing it to take with her into the afterlife. "W...William... I have to tell you something." seeing he was about to protest, she raised her free hand to lay it against his cheek fingers brushing neatly trimmed beard. " William... I...Love ... you. More than my own life and have since that first kiss in the garden..." a coughing fit stopped his words and blood slowly trickled from her mouth.

Hearing the words plucked at his heart strings… but the coughing brought him back to reality; she was not out of harm’s way just yet. “Let’s speak of these things when yu are healthy…” then he wiped the blood from her mouth. Leaning down to kiss her, he could taste her blood. Whispering to her… “I too love yu, but what would yer death do for us… now get healthy.”

Once it stopped she continued "You gave me so much happiness in our time together... I, my soul, will always know yours... my love. Do not forget that." Exhausted having used what little energy she had to speak to him her eyes closed, her and went limp within his.

Listening to her, as if giving a deathbed confession. This is not what he envisioned for them. A hand caresses her face. “I will never forget…” then she goes limp, cutting off his words… slipping back into oblivion.

Gwen came into the room to check on Anwen before leaving... she had heard some of what was said but pretended not to. "She sleeps now... it is good that she rest. Her heart beats slowly but it beats M'Lord. Though she is still in danger due to the fever… she is fighting it. Bathe her head with the cool water every so often and I will come back later to check on you both after I have rested. Call me if you need me, Gerard and I will be in the hall." Gwen bowed and departed the room leaving them to their time together, she and Gerard headed downstairs.

Rising from the chair, he watches Gwen exit the room, then he closes the door and locked it. Going back to the bed, he wipes down Anwen’s brow with the damp cloth Gwen provided. Looking down upon the girl upon the bed, he frowns worrying about her condition. Wiping away a bit of blood from her mouth, he kisses the parched lips once more. Pushing the chair and bowl aside, he lays down next to her on the bed, his head propped upon his hand, the other pushing the matted hair from her forehead. He finally lies down beside her, his hand upon her waist.

His hand on her face saying that he loved her as well was enough to make her weep. Tears spilled from her eyes as she once again succumbed to unconsciousness. He bathed her face and wiped the cool cloth against her mouth. Warm lips touched hers and her mind cried out to him, "William my love... my heart." She felt the bed dip with his weight as he laid a hand gently on her stomach. Her dreams were filled with memories of the attack and all that had been done to her she whimpered in her sleep and began to toss slightly.

His heat radiated through her body and she moaned softly. Once more her fever peaked and she quaked violently on the bed, death would not release her so easily it seemed. She was so weak and frail... would she have the strength to pull through once more? Only time will be able to tell.

The bed moved as he rose and left her side and she felt the loss instantly... there was no longer the comforting heat... the gentle touches, or whispered words for her to fight.... to return to him. Oh how could the Gods be so cruel as to leave her in this state... after they had spoken of their love in quiet tones for only the other to know and hear.

Did he truly love her or was he just saying what he thought she needed to hear to pull through?? Would it all change once she was well?? Would he take back the words or act as though they had never fallen from his full sensual lips to float in her ear and give her hope??

The door opened as she could smell the scent of roses and knew that Gwen had returned. Delicate and gentle hands removed old bandages, applied new ones. Salve smeared over cuts, dampened cloth wiping away the sweat from her brow. The heat from the constantly burning fire kept the room warm and the chill of the winter air at bay. She could no longer fight the pull of the darkness and drifted off into an even deeper sleep... away from the one she loved ... away from him.

Gwen went about cleaning the room as quietly as possible as not to disturb the woman lying on the bed. She walked over and sat in the chair looking at how pale she was. She sthingyed broth into Anwen's mouth to help keep her strength up as well as feed her bady. For the first time she really looked at Anwen and noticed how much the woman had changed since coming to them. She was young and beautiful, strong and loyal. "Aye a good match for William indeed… a woman worthy of the name Maubrey." she thought to herself with a soft smile.

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Wanton Revenge

William would be arriving soon to take over for her as he did every night. Just like clockwork, the stout man with the graying beard which was highlighted by the blue and black uniform, made his way to the room where Anwen, a beautiful girl once planned to be a tool of death, but now had captured his heart instead, lay wounded. Standing at the foot of the bed he gazed upon her. She was so frail and her skin appeared pasty white. His decision to send her on a mission may have been a mistake, but he huffed at the fact that the foolish girl went alone instead of with a knight as planned. But she did what no man could do… she killed Patrick, a rival to the Borderers. Pouring fresh water into the basin bowl, he dampened a towel and began to wipe down her face, his touch ever so light.

Sitting in the chair next to her bed, his hand took hers. He could feel a pulse coursing thru her but oh so slow. “Anwen, my dear… yu need to return to me. Everyday for thirteen days have I sat here with yu… I have found something that has been absent for so long… love. Tis yer love that shall make us stronger.” Thinking that his words might bring her back to him, or at least provide a reason to live. “The Castle here is one of the finest in the land, but tis nothing without a Lady to run it.” He chuckles… “Besides, we, together, could be unstoppable.”

Behind him, standing at the door, was William’s former concubine. She overheard every word that her Master had said to the woman upon the bed. This infringement by her Master upon her love toward him infuriated her. She, herself, had loved, and fornicated the man for several years, thinking herself his, and his alone. Now this stranger had weaved her web, forcing her Master to love another. Jealousy reared its ugly head and Kira was green with envy. Gritting her teeth, she turned from the door and headed back downstairs. Cursing silently, she vowed revenge. If she could not have her Master for her own, no one would be able to love him.

Anwen stirred a bit as he spoke to her softly... not really knowing exactly the words but more the pull of them on her far away mind... beckoning to her in a way that had no words to describe. She floated there in between the light and dark... life and death. He had a firm grip on her as did death. The battle between them was almost surreal... both wanting... both laying claim... neither willing to yield to the other at least not yet.

Love?? He spoke of love… loving her and wanting her to return... and to him! She began to fight and inner battle to glide to the light of his love and words... soft murmurs escaped lips that had been moistened by the bathing cloth against her skin, her hand held tenderly between his... a movement so small her fingers twitched. Still to weak to truly grasp his... would it be enough to let him know she was still with the confines of her broken and battered body... that she was trying to fight... and then a whisper "William..." the single word floated in the air like the call of a siren to a sailor long lost at sea.

In the chair he sat, his hand cupping hers, wishing, wanting her to respond. The twitch! She moved again. His heart pounded excited at a mere twitch. Then he heard her call his name… “I am here my dear… fight for yer life… fight for what can be…”

Eyes fluttered open briefly gracing his with a glimpse of the cerulean pools set into her pale face before once more closing in sleep, a weak smile curved her mouth with the barest of hints she yet wanted to live and not drift away like a dry leaf upon the ground in autumn.

“That’s it girl… fight… nay let death be the victor…” He wiped her forehead once again. “Yu have been down long enough my dear… time to get up and fight…” his verbal rousing of the inner strength in her stirred not only her but himself. He wanted her to pu;; thru so badly. How could someone so cold and distant get so close to someone so quickly. His feelings for this beautiful, but deadly vixen, not only excited him, but scared him; for he had been so long, and so careful, not to allow a kink in his armour.

In a flounce of fabric Kira plotted how to win back the heart of her Master... picking up her skirts she raced from the Castle to beyond the walls... to the forests... where herbs grew that if mixed with others would create a poison to use on the woman that had taken all that meant anything to her... William and the right to be in his bed. No one would think behind the serene and angelic face lay that of a malevolent creature… one who would kill to have things as they were before SHE arrived at Maubrey. "No one will take what is MINE!!" she spat to herself as she bent to gather some valerian root. Oh how she could not wait until she was able to inflict the pain that she felt on another... no not just another but the pregnant dog Anwen!! A sneer so evil appeared on her face that if anyone had been around would have struck fear into them. She smiled to herself as she continued to gather all she would need and wait like a viper to strike when least expected. And once the woman was dead she would once more be back in the bed of her lover...

Kira has been, and is a concubine to William. But to her, she was HIS… and he HERS. She had been a common village virgin, who’s betrothed challenged William and lost. By orders of the King, William was to invoke ius primae noctis, the ancient privilege of the lord of a manor to share the bed with his peasants' newlywed brides on their wedding nights. On that night, William took the woman time after time, her betrothed now dead; Taking her night after night until she succumbed to his every desire, willingly.

For years, when William wanted her, all he had to summon Kira, who lay in waiting for him. The Lord’s concubine was also the tool that aided William to remain alone and emotionless for so long. Time, and being treated as a concubine, the virginal girl grew into a sexually experienced woman. Cold, her heart grew, as cold as His; save for one man – William. Though he treated her no more than a mere sleeper, she loved him; the love remained one-sided.

Anwen heard his words of encouragement and willed her eyes fluttered open once more enough for her to see his face though not clearly close to hers. When he spoke she could feel his breath upon her skin warm like the sun on a beautiful spring day. Gently caressing and soothing giving her strength when her own was no longer there. Her hand still within is own large one as he wiped her face, she hand twitched again using what strength she had to try a grip his tighter. Mouth moving slowly his name upon them... was all she could manage. She vowed to herself to keep trying... to keep healing and to let them all know she was there and wanted to come back to them, but especially to William.

In a small cottage not to far from the castle Kira worked with the herbs she had collected so lovingly and mixed them with water to boil into a tea like brew that could be easily slipped to bane of her unhappiness as of late. She was truly a beauty with a black heart "Soon William... my love we will once more be together as were for so long before she stole your eyes from me." her voice held no warmth and smile equally cold as she stirred the pot boiling on the fire. Her raven colored hair made her ivory skin stand out in stark contrast and then those eyes... cold and as dark as her hair... twinkled at the thought of comforting him when she was at last dead and cold in the ground... she vowed silently.

William stood over Anwen as she slept; wishing she was healthier. He had watched her suffer more than he could bear. Her beautiful body was still a pasty white, as she still had not recovered. A stout virile man he was and since Anwen’s return, he had no physical contact with any woman, not even the concubine he had for years. He wanted to make passionate love to the beautiful red-haired girl who had stolen his heart and clouded his mind. Reaching down for the sheet that barely covered her form; he stopped, growled at his lust-driven urges, and then walked from her room back to his own.

She had felt the sheet lift from her form only to be slowly lowered back down... his growl made her cringe, something had angered him but what? Anwen had no idea how long she had been here or what really had happened, she only knew that she was trying as best she could to wake up and return to the living once more. The door opened and then closed and she felt with all of her being that she was alone again in the dark... blue eyes slowly opened. She looked around the room letting her eyes adjust to the light from the candles and the fire. Shadows played on the walls dancing with one another, her head felt as though it would split in two and her body felt even worse from the pain.

Closing his door to the hall, he walked to and opened the door between his and Kira’s. He wanted to use her, to alleviate the natural urges a man of his stature had. It had been over two weeks for him, which was unusual, and he found no Kira. Going downstairs to the rooms where other service girls of the castle lived, he began his inquiries to Kira’s whereabouts. Frustrated even more, he storms back up the stairs with no Kira or knowledge of her whereabouts.

She had remembered the night that William had first taken her, oh he never showed her tenderness not like her betrothed might have but he had taught her well the things she could do to please him, she closed her eyes to call forth the memory... those thoughts made heat pool low in her belly and she was instantly ready for him. She screamed her frustration to the walls... he would not call her for he was with that pregnant dog... but soon... soon she would have all she had before and more.

William was notified immediately upon Kira’s return. Storming into her room, he found her dressed in her village attire and smelled of roots and herbs… her hands dirty from the dirt of the fields. “Yu are not to leave the Castle without permission !!” he bellowed at her. “When I call for yu, yu will be here.” His anger a bit fueled by lust. When she begins to speak her own reaction to his anger, he backhands her, sending her to the floor… “Speak not lest I allow it…” Taking out his dagger, she cringes in fear… he begins to cut the villager clothing to pieces from her body, leaving her naked upon the floor. “Ne’r wear these rags again… yu belong to me… and only shall remain so if I desire it.” Tossing the shreds to the corner. Grabbing her arm, he drags her to the bed, hefting her roughly upon the large mattress, then he strips his clothes from his firm torso.

Kira wiped her mouth with the back of one dirty hand, anger surged through her at how William was behaving. He had never struck her before nor yelled as he was... but there was a part of her that liked this side of him. Seeing the dagger in his hand her fear hit a new height... could he know what she had been doing?? He began cutting her clothes off her body as she shook with fear on the cool floor... his words rang in her ears "Yu belong to me... I desire it." her heart raced as her mind took in only what it wanted to hear and not all of it. She was a twisted woman who would twist his words to suit her needs. His large hand grabbed her arm and dragged her over to the bed... her eyes twinkled with excitement and lust.

Grabbing her legs, he pulls her to the edge of the bed, his excitement evident to all who could see… he wastes no time taking her for what he desired.

When she gazed down at his arousal she licked her lips sensually... finally he was hers once more. She was more than ready for him and she cared not if he was a bit rough only that he was joining with her. She wrapped her legs around his firm waist and angled her hips to take him deeper into her body. Her thoughts were on him and how she would be rid of the bytch that lay just across the hall... a wicked smile curved her full red lips.

No one would know that she had been slipping poison into the broth they had been feeding the pregnant dog for more than a week now... small amounts that would never be noticed. To look at her one would think she had a fever, too weak to fight it. Kira closed her eyes as she thought of how she would sneak into the room when no one was there and reopen Anwen's wounds... she watched joyfully as blood soaked into the sheets and to all it would seem she thrashed about and tore the stitches. Oh how she loved her black heart and soul... but she loved the man who was assaulting her body more.

Across the hall the beauty with the red hair had once more opened her eyes to find she was alone...

Anwen laid there for a long while letting her head calm down and trying to take in all that she could see. Turning her head to the left and saw the small table by the bed... she was thirsty. There was a small cup she hoped it contained some water, though she was in pain her need for a drink was greater. She reached out her left arm to grab it and pain so hot, an explosive shot through her.... she gasped for a deep breath of air to find that, as well caused pain. The room began to spin and a wave of nausea flooded her, but she wanted that cup.

She laid there for a minute before trying once more... once the room stopped spinning she focused once more and managed to touch the cup with her fingers and pull it to her... only for it to knock the bowl off the table a crash to the floor. The noise seemed to echo off the walls loudly in the quiet of the night. Her head fell back against the pillows she was once more exhausted and used what little strength she had to try for the cup.

Feeling weak and sick she lay there, sweat glistening on her brow, her muscles weak and trembling from trying to be used before they were ready. Where was everyone? Had she dreamed that they had been here with her... especially William?? Her mind must have been playing tricks for who here would care about her... she was only here to serve as a protector… a pawn in their world... and his??

The movement of trying to reach the cup once more tore the wound on her back open she could feel the warmth of her blood pooling beneath her body... she could not cry out... her throat was to dry... so she closed her eyes once more and let sleep wash over her until she next opened her blue eyes to this world.

Coitus Interruptus… The crash echoed thru the stone halls of the castle. His lewd craving was interrupted and he stopped… his head glancing toward the door. “Anwen”, he mumbled, then cursed… removing himself from Kira, disregarding her state of affairs… with the bed sheet, he wiped himself of her stench; pulled on his trousers, pulled on his boots, and slipped the uniform top about his form. Moving toward the door as if called to battle.

Going back to Anwen’s room, he found the bowl shattered on the floor and the pool of blood staining the sheet red under her. His hand immediately caressed her face. “Anwen my dear… tread not, I shall see to yer needs…” At the door stood Kira, the fire of hatred burning in her eyes at William’s unconcern of her and the deep concern he felt for the redheaded bytch. Looking back at the door calling for Gwen… he sees the naked concubine and the expression she wore… his finger points to her… “Yu…yu did this to her…” his unfounded, but true, accusations speared her as an arrow tearing flesh. “If yu did this, I’ll cut yer heart out and feed it to the dogs…” the rage toned his voice.

William left her lying there on the bed like a common sleeper. Kira rose slowly and walked to the door to find him holding the hand of her enemy. He turned and looked at her with hatred as he spoke. "No! I did nothing... the pregnant dog did not deserve. She had no right to take you from me... we were happy before she came here and ruined our lives.” Her gaze was cold and evil… as she swept her hand over her naked form, "Her life will be forfeit for the pain she has caused... she will pay as will you all!!" she spat as she turned and fled before the others could arrive or William could stop her.

“GWEN… GERARD…GUARDS…!!!” he bellowed as commanding an army in an open field… his words bouncing harshly off the stone walls.

Anwen looked up into his sea-green eyes as he took and held her hand… "William... I ... am ...sorry was thirsty... no one here." her voice was soft and cracked from so long of being unused. Her blue eyes still sparkled with life and that was a good sign. When Kira screeched her venomous words Anwen flinched visibly never had she felt this way.... weak and unable to defend herself.

“My dear Anwen, tis nay yer fault my dear… twas mine for leaving yu…” he didn’t say why he left her and was better not to say… for his lust for her had to be subsided in her hours of ill-health, and it was this lust that caused him to be away. Vowing not to be far from her side, his hand caresses her face.

She shook as a chill gripped her body... Gwen and Gerard as well as about half a dozen guards burst into the room. "M'Lord... what is it?" Gerard asked heaving for breath as they all had run up the stairs swords in hand looking for danger, only to have all eyes rest on the woman in the bed and the amount of blood flowing once more from unhealing wounds.

“Tis Kira… stop her from leaving the castle… put her in the dungeon until I can consider a punishment…” he looks to Gerard and the guards, then back to the red-headed one who stole his heart. Glancing to Gerard… “I fear that the sleeper has done something to Anwen, for she heals slower than her body shall allow… seize the bytch… but do not kill her…yet!” the evil smirk on his face. He starts toward Gerard.

Gwen rushed over and began to pull the sheets ways to look... "The stitches have been ripped." she said softly and then looked closer at the stitches her brows furrowing but yet she said nothing as she went straight to work. Anwen had managed to grasp William's hand... "do... not... leave… me" she pleaded to him softly.

His hand taken by hers, he looks at her… then stops… “I shant leave yu again my dear…” glancing to Gerard… “Find the wench… as I ordered…” then he sat in the chair out of Gwen’s way, his hand holding Anwen’s…

[strongjustice]

Kira had made it out of the castle with no stopping her. Once beyond the gates she ran all the way back to the little cottage she had kept a secret from everyone except the large male she had shared her time with when William had turned her away for that red haired bytch.

In the cottage Alex paced back and forth in front of the fire wondering where Kira had gone... they had arranged to meet tonight. He was a large man standing at six foot and weighing two hundred pounds. He had broad shoulders and a lean waist and was thickly muscled. His tawny hair and green eyes had all the ladies gasping when ever he passed them. Handsome... oh yeah he was handsome, and ruggedly so.

He could not get enough of the little vixen who stirred his blood like no other, lust held him tightly as he continued to pace. Had she forgotten? Had William found out?

"Bah, we have been to careful, no one knows." he spoke to himself. His hands flexed into fists as his mind continued to wonder when the door burst open loudly and slammed shut just as quickly. "Kira love... what happened? I have been worried?"

Kira stood there gasping for breath she ran into his arms. "Alex... I ... am… so… glad... you... are… here. I am fine love... I rushed to get to you." she lied so sweetly as she clung to him. She had thought of a plan as she ran here to the cottage, she was going to tell Alex that William hit her after she had told him about Alex. She would use him to her advantage to get her revenge... but for now she wanted to feel him within her body to push what William had done to her and how he made her feel out of her mind. She would use whatever it took to see this through... and what better way than with her body. Alex was easier to control with sex than William, besides Alex knew how to please her and she him.

He lifted her and carried her to the bed where they began to undress each other slowly... later she could set her plan into motion to rid herself of the bytch and kill William for his betrayal. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down onto her body and kissed him with as much passion as she could to help seal her deal.

Gerard and the guards had left the room and immediately obeyed Lord William’s orders. The Castle was sealed immediately; but it was too late as the lil minx had escaped, once again using that charm to get out the gate before the gate-guards closed them.

In the room, William hovered over Anwen as if he himself, by his presence could heal her. His hand held hers as Gwen twisted, pulled, and pushed Anwen’s form until the stitches were repaired and the bandages were replaced. William remembered Kira’s threats and pondered upon the wench’s availability to Anwen, and how she could have harmed the wounded girl. It all started to become clear in his head. Had he been blinded by the feelings he had for the red-head? He should have sensed something long before now. Could that concubine, Kira, have poisoned Anwen? He knew he had to wash the wench’s stench off him and issue stricter orders to find her. Then he smirked… “A bounty!” he muttered.

Anwen hissed and groaned in pain as Gwen shifted her body and tended her wounds. Clutching William's hand as if it were her link to life... her eyes glassy and she appeared in a daze. "Love..." she whispered to him softly. The single word held so much meaning to her then she closed her eyes once more as she was unable to keep them open any longer. She wished she had the strength to wrap her arms about him... and tell him all that was in her heart.... of her love for him. Such foolish thoughts and needs of a young woman, who's heart had never been touched by another... nor would it for it was his whether he knew it or not.

With the odd look on Gwen’s face, he simply shook his head when she asked what he had said. “I shall return shortly… stay with Anwen until I return. No one save yu or I are allowed in here. All food and drink shall be tasted before the girl is to have it… I sense a plot is beginning to unfold.” With a nod of understanding and a simply “Aye M’Lord”, William went to the bath… and began to cleanse himself of the stench he felt he had.

She felt it when he released her hand and stood up and her heart began to ache... her body once more felt as though it had been set a blaze. Fire seemed to course through her veins and she felt like a bairn... weak and helpless, depending on others to care for her. Oh how cruel fate could be to let her glimpse what might have been and then snatch it away. She would be better off dead than to live like this any longer. She forced her eyes open and grabbed Gwen's hand with her own cold one... she squeezed the delicate hand and opened her mouth to speak... "Tell... William... I... am sorry..." her breathing was labored as she drew in another breath. "Promise me ... Gwen." her voice but a whisper it was taking all she had to speak but wanted... nay needed for him to know.

Gwen looked down at the girl holding her hand tightly and smiled, "Aye, my sweet girl I will tell him. For now, rest for I shall nay leave you til he returns…" she spoke in soft tones that soothed. "Here, drink this, it will help your wounds from becoming more infected and to help you sleep." she lifted Anwen's head so she could sip from the mug in her hand. She coughed as the liquid slid down her throat... there would be no need to worry about it having been tampered with, as Gwen herself had mixed it in front of William before he left.

Whatever it was flowing within her was powerful, and she grew weaker with every passing moment... but still she fought... not for herself but for him. Then she felt more heat flood her as she drank from the mug... she gave a small barely noticeable nod of her head as she drifted to sleep. Whatever it was worked fast and she was grateful for the pain was unbearable to take any longer.

Sated from her bed sport with Alex, Kira's evil mind worked on the next part of her plan; by now William would have guards watching for her... she had seen it many times before. He could be ruthless when angered, but right now she cared not for anything except making them both pay.

Alex's large and well-muscled body was nestled in behind her, his large hand lay across her stomach. A wicked yet alluring smile crossed lips of a rose hue, as an image of Anwen laying dead in a casket played in her mind... mayhap she could make it look like William is the one who killed her?? Hmmm anything is possible right???

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The patrol had returned and William, dressed in his red armor, led the way, Gerard by his side. There had been a guard, loyal to William who stayed not only outside the room by the door, but inside not far from her bed. William had taken no risk of the wench Kira returning to finish what she had started.

Two days away on King’s business… the Scots had been rousing down from the Highlands and the King had all Lords patrol their areas to cleanse the Scots should a need arise. The two days were long for William, usually he enjoyed th time away, dressed as a knight of the king… but now, unspoken thoughts of Anwen roused in his mind.

The large gate closed behind them as the men of the patrol entered the guarded castle. “Nopw that we are back… I want a price on the wench Kira’s head… I want her fought Gerard.” The first knight simply answered… “Aye M’Lord, thy will shall be done…”

Stopping only by the armor room, did he make his way to Anwen’s room where guards saluted and moved aside. With a smile, the grey beard parted revealing white teeth. He had prayed that she would be better.

Gwen had tended to Anwen day and night while William had been away... the only other person she had seen had been the guard that had kept vigil as well and allowed Gwen to have short breaks away from the room to see to her own duties and hygiene.

Anwen had been awake more often than she slept these days though she missed seeing William, she had even started to eat small bits of food such as bread, broth, soft cheeses and some fruits. Her strength was returning but slowly and it would still be some time yet before she would return to her own duties of guard and such.

She had heard him enter the room as she slept... no longer medicated so heavily by Gwen. Her wounds were healing well so there was no need at this point. The guard and Gwen left upon his arrival, allowing them time alone. She opened her eyes slowly.. the room was lit by a few candles and the fire that had been burning since she had been brought to this room.

" William... you have come." she whispered as she gazed at him with... her blue eyes a sapphire hue in the dim light. She tried to sit up and winced.. as she was still very weak and still recovering from her attack and Kira's treachery. Unable to sit up she laid back down and smiled up at him... meeting his sea-green eyes.

She would never tire of looking at him... he was all she could want and more. " I have missed you these past few days." she reached out to touch his hand. She cared not if it was wrong she loved him and she would tell him again now that she was recovering and hoped he felt the same in return.

The walk was slow and deliberate, his tall form approaching her bedside. It was then she opened her eyes and looked up to him. “yes my dear Anwen, I have returned, and come straight unto yer bedchambers to see how yu are.” The man dressed in the blue/black uniform, his form far better than most men at two and fifty. Taking her hand into his, he provided her with a loving squeeze. “Someone must patrol the area…” he winks at her.

His strong hand moves to her shoulder as she vainly attempts to rise. “Now now… no need to get up… lie still my dear…” Turning only briefly, he takes the chair and places it at her bed side, sitting down. “I have news on the war that ye might be interested in.” he gives her a smile. “Yer elimination of Patrick caused enough confusion to eliminate the Borderer threat until the king’s army moved north. A job well done.” He pats her hand. “The King moved north to meet the Highlander invasion and met them in a field of victory. His forces divided the Highlander army and forced them back. The cowards then ran toward their mountains, their tails tucked between their legs. Now the King moves his army northward thru the Central Highlands, his destination is Inverness. His ships have closed the harbour and maintains control.” Then he looks away and huffs.

“Meanwhile, I am ordered to sit tight and keep Glasgow and Edinburgh bottled up.” His hand squeezes her hand lightly. “Tis so frustrating to sit by and wait… My forces were within 10 miles of the Highlander flanks… I could have crushed them and closed the back door, but the King…” he pauses and curses… “Though he decimated their ranks, several escaped.” Then he shrugs. “I could have drove them into the sea.”

The frustration was evident in word and body language. But when she spoke, his attitude changed quickly. His attention swiftly re-focused back on her.

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Wreaking of Wanton Revenge

She watched as he took her hand within his much larger one and held it tenderly. Then to feel it upon her shoulder, the heat penetrating the fine shift that Gwen had dressed her in after tending her wounds. When he winked it gave him a certain boyish look though he was anything but a boy to her. Her heart was now involved and it scared her... there was much at stake here. She had over heard Gwen and Gerard talk about the woman named Kira... and their suspicions about her having poisoned and tearing open her wounds when in the grip of the fever. She had also heard them talk about the fact that she had been William's consort of sorts, and that made her heart ache.

She gathered her wits and shook her head slightly to clear it of those unwanted thoughts of him in another woman arms... and she in his bed lying with him. A pained look took residence in her pale blue eyes. Seeing the mug on the table by her bed she reached for it and winced as she felt the stitches Gwen had redone pull tight with the movement, grabbing the mug she took a sip. She closed her eyes and sighed heavily... oh how she hated feeling weak like this and in front of him to boot. Her stomach began toss like a ship on a stormy sea... she took several deep breaths to calm it.

She laid against her pillows and listened to him talk about the war... "I should have been there..." she said aloud not realizing it. She could see this was important to him and felt as though she had let him down somehow. Once more she tried to get up... and when the pain made her stop her efforts she decided she had to ask about the woman... "M'Lord... who is Kira and why would she seek to harm me when I know her not?" she met his sea-green gaze and held it. She was not going to let it go for when she was able she would get her revenge. After all is that not what she did... killed people?? As she waited she grew tired for this had been the longest she had been awake in many days. She was still very pale... and then her stomach rebelled against the liquid she drank... she rolled over to the other side of the bed as the contents of her stomach emptied onto the floor. Rolling onto her back and wiping her mouth with her hand "I am sorry M'Lord..." her face flushed as she spoke.

William stood by Anwen’s bed and reassured her to rest prostrate. Then at her question, which took him by surprise. “She was my concubine.” He said bluntly. With no hesitation, he began to tell her the truth about Kira and how she came about to be; for he had decided that truth would be the best policy for the red-haired female who had captured his heart. The only lie he kept was Anwen’s come-about. That would be a lie he had planned to take to his grave, for he did not wish to lose her. Completing his history of the wench, Kira, he looked at Anwen for some sort of facial expression. “My dear, I am unsure why she would wish to kill yu, except for the fact that she deems yu a threat to her own existence.” Her oral excretion of fluids concerned him as he looked for Gwen, then back to the girl. “I pray that yu get better now.” His hand upon her shoulder, the other wiping her mouth with the material. “Fear not for Kira, it will nay be long before she is apprehended. I have a price on her head… dead or alive.”

Anwen sat upon the bed and listened to William explain about Kira... her expression a mix of sadness at learning the truth and joy that he had confided in her the details of his personal life. After the episode of her becoming ill once more... it seemed to happen often these past several days. "I may be a threat to her in a way she has yet to know of... for once I am well enough... well... that is best left to be between her and I." she hissed softly with a shrug, showing some of the vigor she had before taking ill. She could not stop the soft smile that crossed her lips as he tended her so lovingly. "I trust you William... to see this done in whatever manner you deem necessary…" his name seemed to flow from her lips effortlessly as it whenever they were alone. They sat there for a while in silence and she drifted off to sleep. He must have left for she heard the door open and then shut once more.

Alex had left to see to his duties at he castle taking the small vile that Kira had given him. She had instructed him to sneak into Anwen's room using the tunnels and out several drops into the pitcher she knew Gwen would leave for her to drink from. Knowing ones habits made this to easy. Kira got dressed and plotted how best to rid the Bull of Aosta of his prized bytch! She had heard that he had put a price on her head... though that mattered little to her right now. Worse yet the red headed woman yet lived after all she had done to make it otherwise.

It was late one evening, and the guard outside the door, heard an odd noise from down the corridor, yet he didn’t move from his post. Moments later, he heard yet another noise, this time closer. This caused a fatal mistake. Alex, behind a curtain, thrust a dagger to the unsuspecting guard’s neck. Moments later, he was making his way to Anwen’s door.

She slept peacefully for the first time in many nights and Gwen checked in every so often to see her. Checking her breathing and making sure the pitcher was filled and on the table next to her bed. Gwen nodded to the guard as she left the room "I will be back in a few hours to check on her once again." she said softly and then closed the door behind her.

Kira decided she would use the secret tunnels that no one knew she knew about, and one led to Anwen's rooms... it would be easy enough to add some poison to all that would touch her lips, or better yet William had given her one of his daggers some time ago so if ever needed she would have it for protection. She went to the bed and pulled the small wooden box from under it out and opened it. There wrapped within a scrap of fabric was the dagger with his initials in the hilt... she smiled as an image of Anwen laying with it buried within her chest made her smile coldly. Everyone would think he had done the deed and she would have her complete revenge. Anwen dead and William suspected of the crime... it was one he could hang for if the King found out and she would see that he did. She would tell him that she had seen William kill his woman guard in anger. Ah yes it would be perfect... she took the dagger and slid it into the pocket of her cloak and left the cottage for the castle. Smiling as she walked yes it would all be over soon.

Alex had opened the door and stepped in quietly; he saw Anwen fast asleep and stepped into the door. Not expecting what occurred next. Alex took a step toward the bed, taking the vile out, leaned over Anwen’s table to spike her tea with the poison… The guard, who had fallen asleep in the corner behind the door, woke. With orders to kill on site, the guard stepped up behind Alex… “Halt…” as the man turned he took a lunge at the guard. Though Alex much larger, he fell limp to the floor, the guard’s short sword protruding thru his back. “GUARDS !!! GUARDS!!!!” was the alarm sounded by the guard. His foot upon the man’s chest, he pulled his sword free. Several guards entered the room, one went to wake Sir Gerard, then Lord William. The room was abuzz with the late eve activities spurned by the wench Kira.

Anwen had been dreaming of a place she remembered not at all, as the images floated in her mind she grew restless. Her state of sleep was not as deep so when the guard shouted for someone to halt... her eyes flew open by instinct alone. The guard was fighting with another... who she did not know but she was afraid for the first time in a long time. It was understandable considering after all someone wanted her dead, and it seemed they would not stop until the deed done. When they began fighting and moved away from the bed she was in... she looked around and spotted a dagger that had been left on the table by the bed, somehow she had managed to roll herself off the bed and crawl to a corner that was shadowed. In her hand she held the dagger ready to defend herself even though she knew it was impossible considering she did not have the strength to stand up let alone fight.

William entered the room, his robe dragging the floor; one could tell he had been asleep in the nude and grabbed a robe for propriety. “Anwen, are yu alright?” he bellowed.

She heard William call out to her and from her hiding place in the corner where she sat shaking she called back "Here..." the single word was softly spoken and came from farther away than the bed. Her eyes focused in on him and his state of dress and her heart pattered within her chest. With every breath she took her love for him grew stronger and stronger... she slowly tried to get to her feet to go to him, to rush into his arms... to have him wrap her in his strength and keep her safe.

Guards had rushed into the room behind William as did Gwen and Gerard. Seeing the dead man upon the floor Gerard asked the young knight " What happened James?!" he asked as he looked around and saw the bed empty ... he searched the room to find the girl that had come to mean much to his Gwennie in these last several months.

Gwen as well searched the room with frantic eyes before she saw the form concealed within the shadows of the corner, but her feet would not move as she was in shock that Anwen had been able to move at all after all she had been through…

She stood and took a few small steps before collapsing to the ground her legs were to weak to hold her up... tears fell silently from her eyes for she hated to appear weak to anyone especially him. She sat where she fell in a heap upon the cold floor and sobbed silently in front of them all.

Kira had made some last minute plans to sneak into the castle using the old tunnels she was following Alex to see if he would truly do her bidding. She had been watching as he dispatched on of the guards in the hallway, and turned within the tunnels and came to the door in Anwen's room and watched as the young knight, James Gerard had called him, kill her man. Hate burned anew within her at this, she would have to find another to replace him. She would have her revenge or die trying.

William turned his attention to the peeped voice…. “Here…” she had said. Moving toward her, he tried to urge her not to move, but as usual, the fiery red-head did as she pleased despite her healthy and physical capacity. Dropping to the floor beside her, his hands busy picking her up. “GET OUT !!!” he bellowed in a commanding voice that boomed off the walls. His attention immediately returned to her.

Anwen flinched as he bellowed to the others to get out... yet she clung. She sobbed against his chest... feeling his heat mix with the salt of her tears she was safe within his strong arms. Though he was older that she was... it mattered naught for her heart was his and it cared nothing about age.

“My dear Anwen… shall I tie yu to the bed for yu to stay and rest…?” His elderly years showed no hold on him as he stood, picking Anwen up at the same time. The robe open for all remaining, to see his form beneath it. To the bed, he carried her limp frame, her sobs captured in his robe material. Laying her upon the bed, he calls to Gerard…

She sniffled and smiled softly up at him as she met his sea-green eyes, eyes that seemed to shine and twinkle only for her... or so she told herself. As he laid her upon the bed gently she gripped his hand and the look on her face was born of fright that someone had come within her room to do her harm… and she not yet fully healed or capable of defending herself. "Please... M'Lord stay with me." she pleaded in hushed tones that only he could hear. She did not want to be alone and hoped he understood the look in her eyes. Her heart was reaching out to him silently for she did not want the others to know her fear.

“Get my carriage ready… with a patrol of ten… handpicked by yu Gerard… Anwen, I, yu, and Gwen are leaving… I shall announce a destination once we have departed the castle.” He grumbles as he wipes her brow with a damp cloth. “I shall not have her harmed again… later, we shall cleanse this castle of the treacherous ones…” His new plan was to leave the castle for a safer place with only a few of the most trusted. He had to get her as far away from those who wished to kill her; especially Kira. He knew of one place… a place he trusted explicitly.

She released a heavy sigh when she heard him announce that they were leaving this place, and him declare he would keep her safe... at least until she could see to that herself once more. Looking up at him she mouth the words "Thank you... and then I love you " she would no longer let doubt dictate to her... she loved him and wanted him to know. For now he was right they needed to be away from here and soon before anything more could happen.

Gerard gave him a nod "By your leave Lord William... I go to pick those that travel with us." Gerard turned to Gwen and smiled quickly "Gwen... James will be your guard until we leave.”

He strode from the room and headed to where the knight's slept to make his choice. On his way out he saw Dylan a stable lad "Prepare the Lord’s carriage for travel and bring it to the front at once!" he said and continued on his way. The boy ran to do his bidding post haste.

Anwen laid upon the bed still holding William's hand as her gaze fell to the opening exposing the expanse of his chest, as the rest pooled in his lap as he sat beside her. She wanted to reach out and touch his skin, but fought the urge.... barely.

Gwen bustled about collecting Anwen's things and packed them into the trunks that several servants had brought up to the room and smiled knowing it was Gerard who had sent them up with them. Once done she turned to William "M'Lord... by your leave I shall go and ready my own belongings now unless you wish me to stay with Anwen?" she waited for his reply before she moved and inch.

Within the safety of the hidden passage Kira heard William’s orders... and him say that they were leaving and so would she. "You can run my love but ye cannae hide at least not forever." she mumbled to herself. She hurried out of the tunnels like a rat and made her way to her cottage so she could ready herself to leave as well, for she would not be denied her revenge on them not only for herself but for killing Alex as well. She mounted Alex's horse and hid within the woods and waited for the carriage to leave so she could follow. “Soon William, we will be as we were before your bytch arrived." she hissed with no one to hear but the horse who only flicked his tail in response.

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To the Maubrey Chateau

Log Entry: Entered Maubrey Chateau [Members - 1] 2/17/2008 08:20 AM

Aequitas Fortis: The carriage carried young Anwen, Lord William, Sir Gerard, and Gwen... the ten handpicked knights rode surrounding it from all sides. Up the steep road to the chateaux, the horses struggled to pull its load. The chateau was an old abbey built centuries ago but reestablished as a home for Lord William by the King. It was impenetrable and only one road to its gates provided access. In the chateaux were two hundred of William's elite forces.

Born of Lies: Anwen sat in the carriage quietly as it rambled along the road to the new residence William had chosen for them to go to. Her eyes were closed as she tried to rest... the sway of the carriage rocked her to sleep. Her head leaned against the window frame of the carriage, the carriage dipped and swayed as the horses struggled to pull the weight up a steep road. She opened her eyes to gaze at the countryside, when the carriage struck a rut in the road causing her to slide in the seat into William who sat next to her. Gwen sat across from them her hand laced within Gerard's smiling ... love between them was apparent. Anwen shifted herself back into place "Where are we going M'Lord?” her voice soft.



Aequitas Fortis: His hand pats her knee. "We are going where it is safe my dear; where yu can heal in peace. We shall be safe in the chateau." the road wound to the castle gates, identification was provided then they were allowed to enter. Stopping near the old abbey, now converted into a beautiful home, William followed Sir Gerard and Gwen. On the ground, his hand held out for the red-headed young lass. Glancing up, he saw the rain beginning to fall. "My dear, welcome to yer safe home..."

Born of Lies: She nodded to him with a soft smile "Thank you… m'Lord hopefully it will not be to long before I am healthy again." She took the hand he offered and slowly made her way out of the carriage to stand on the ground. Her knees buckled slightly... she gripped his arms to steady herself as she was still weak from weeks of not using her muscles. The rain felt cool and refreshing against her skin and she turned her face upwards, feeling the rivulets drop on her skin. It was something a child might do, but it made her look anything but a child in that moment. She breathed deeply of the crisp air letting it fill her lungs... soothe her the way rain always did. Bringing her head back into a forward position she looked at the Chateau... "Home ... It is lovely..." she whispered.

Aequitas Fortis: When she stepped awkward from uncontrolled muscles, he felt the grip. "Steady now... no need to hurry." A smile crossing his face when she enjoyed the droplets. "It is nice... a gift from His Majesty. And now ours..." He wanted to carry her but this was the first step to recovery, her forcing the muscles to work. Surrounded by a minimal staff, he ushered them into the home. "She will be fine, Gwen, yu shall tend the Lady Anwen... put her into my room... Gerard, I want two men outside the door at all times.. make the arrangements..." The orders given as they walked thru the large open foyer... As they approached the stairs, he swep her into his arms. Whoever would think a man of two and fifty could sweep up a lass into his arms as would a five and twenty lad could, but he did... and climbed the steps to the second floor, with barely an increase in heart rate. The door to his chambers were opened by the servant, who was then dismissed by Gwen. Upon the large soft bed, Anwen was placed. "Gwen will ensure yer comfort... I shall return in a few moments... just make yourself comfortable my dear."

Born of Lies: She was amazed at how effortlessly he picked her up and carried her. She laid her head against his chest as he held her as they climbed the stairs. Once inside the room he gently on the bed and gave orders before speaking to her. She did not want him to leave but knew he had things to tend to "Aye, M'Lord but I am fine truly... Gwen can see to her things and then tend me." a few minutes alone would not kill her would it? He was protective and she loved himmore and more. Her heart was near to bursting with her love, "I shall be waiting for you then." granting him the smile that seemed for him alone.

Aequitas Fortis: He nodded at Gwen being allowed time for herself... with a snap of the fingers he motioned for one of his men inside the room. "Guard her with yer life..." A simple salute was returned for William's words. Providing her a wink, he exited the room. She could hear his booming voice, bass in tone, echo off the walls as he gave orders and directions to soldiers and staff. As boots hit the stairs, he posted two guards at the top. "This floor is off limits to all but Lady Gwen, Sir Gerard, and myself.... all others are killed on site."

Born of Lies: Kira had followed the carriage at a distance and saw it arrive at the Chateaux. Then those within got out... her enemy within the arms of the man she loved and she seethed with rage. She looked around for a way to enter... it was too well guarded and fortified, but there had to be way. She would have to look once darkness set in, but for now the rain forced her to seek coverage deep within the woods.

Born of Lies: She chuckled as she heard his words echo off the walls and his footsteps fade as he walked away. She looked about his room and wondered more about the man that captured her heart. Tapestries hung from the walls to keep heat in, the room was large and fit him. Decorated ornately but not like Castle Maubrey… this one spoke of a retreat of sorts. She nestled lower into the bed and closed her eyes to rest and wait for him to return.

Aequitas Fortis: By the time he returned it was already dark... the door opened and entered William with a bowl of broth, a half-loaf of bread and ale. He motioned for the guard to exit, where he took up a position outside the door. Setting the tray down, he sat on the side of the bed. His calloused hand caressed her face as she slept. "Anwen... wake my luv and eat."

Born of Lies: She had heard the door open and then felt the bed dip beneath his weight; he touched her face and spoke softly to her. Her eyes fluttered open and a soft smile graced her face, "William, my love you came." she sounded sleepy. She reached up and laid her hand against his face, her thumb rubbing lightly against his beard.

Her stomach grumbled as the smell of the broth filled her nostrils... her cheeks flushed a bit. "Mmm, that smells good" it was a good sign that she was hungry finally. Her meals prior to this had been forced or she needed to be coaxed gently into sipping a bit.

Maybe coming here was a good thing after all... she looked over and could see the moon had risen from it slumber and was lighting the sky. Small shafts of moonlight filled the room, as did the glow from the fire that burned... he looked amazing in this light. Dressed in his usual blue-black uniform, hair and beard neatly trimmed, but his sea-green eyes seemed to glow in this light. Realizing she had called him by his name and then the term of endearment he used she looked into his eyes waiting to see his reaction.

The touch against his cheek, his face pressed into her hand; no expression save that. He was still unsure of her and his associated feelings toward her. He did not know what love really was… it had been so long… He silently pondered the statement I love you that the two could share, but should he, as he knew her past differently than she. He brought her to his castle for one end, and yet another was now taking shape.

She tried to sit up so she could eat some of the food he had brought… her arms quaked at pushing up her weight... slight as it was now from being so ill. Managing that small feat she smiled and reached out to get the bowl from the table... she needed to try on her own... her hands shook, and she looked at the broth as she lifted the spoon with hands not quite steady "Is all well below, I heard people speaking loudly and then moving quickly to get things done?" she took the first spoonful and sighed, it tasted as wonderful as it smelled. Laying the spoon within the bowl after several more mouthfuls... she just held it, not wanting to put too much into her stomach lest she became sick once more in front of him.

The usual, him feeding her, with the spoon was over, as she now held her own and ate the broth. “Eat it all my dear… it’ll do ye good There is nay much there.” He smiled as he sat in the chair as she ate. Then he chuckles at her question. “People move as I command, there is no leniency under my hand. I want yu safe… and safe yu shall be… anyone on this floor that does nay belong will be killed instantly. Ye have had enough suffering for a while.” He winks.

"William could you please set this on the table I am good for now, thank you for bringing it to me." she said handing him the bowl not sure she would be able to put it there without spilling it. She ease herself back against the pillows... though still pale she did look a bit better now that she had eaten a bit, not as much as she should have but it was a start.

Setting the bowl on the table, he huffed. “Yu need to eat… yu are better but still a long way from being ready to stand next to me in ceremony of knights, or in battle.” He pushes strands of errant red hair from her brow. “I want yu next to me… healthy. Ye shant go to war, but only to stand by me.”

She even looked more relaxed and was now that he was here with her. "I have no wish to be alone in the dark... at least not yet. Will you stay with me tonight?" she sounded unsure of asking him such a thing, but Gwen had told her that many a night while she was so near death that he had stayed with her, bathing her face with a cool cloth and talking softly to her.

Providing her a secure smile… “I shall stay with yu…” he paused… “As long as yu wish me too.” Then he winks… “But remember we both have tasks to complete.” His hand finding hers and long strong fingers envelope around her palm.

Once more she reached up to touch his face lovingly, her fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw... when she realized she did it she pulled her hand back. "It seems that being within death's grip has made me even bolder than normal... forgive me M'Lord." she bent her head and looked at her hands now resting in her lap.

A smile as she withdrew her hand. “Aye, ye are bold… but I have allowed it many times… In private we shall do much of what we cannot do in public. We must maintain propriety and protocol outside the chambers, lest all standards are broken and we lose control.” His fist slammed lightly in his other hand. “Sternness, strength, and propriety can control the masses. One bit of leniency and all hell breaks loose. Remember that my dear.”

Then his hand caresses her face, his moves closer to her. With a whisper… “What we do in the sanctity of our own quarters is our business. I hide nothing from anyone, but also I nay speak of such, and none dare ask… so they, the outside, are left with, but only to their imagination.” That said he winks and kisses her forehead. “Get well Anwen… Get well and lets see the future together.” [/font]