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using women and dumping them when they were finished with them. Well, she wasn’t here to be his plaything. If that short, flussy blonde is what he wants, he can sure as heck have her. Stacey thanked her lucky stars nobody knew what a fool she had almost been.
After the new guest was all settled in her rooms she came downstairs. Lord Hampton introduced her to Stacey. “How do you do,” Stacey greeted her. “I’m Rodric’s friend.”
Lady Isabelle was not interested in Stacey or whose friend she was. She kept looking around and then finally asked, “Where be his lordship?”
“We be not sure,” Lady Margaret said. “He left on business a few days ago. Was he aware ye were coming?”
“No, Lord Hampton did not tell ye we met on the road from Hampton Hall?
Since he was coming to Dun-Raven, I decided to come along too and celebrate Rodric’s birthday. How many years have ye now, Rodric?” Lady Isabelle inquired.
“Eighteen, Lady Isabelle,” Rodric said.
It was a few days more before the earl of Dun-Raven returned and this woman never stopped her constant chattering. Two days gave Stacey enough time for anger and recrimination to set in and take hold. Stacey had never been this angry with anyone in her life. She called herself all kinds of idiots for thinking she was in love with this...this...man. She couldn’t think of a word bad enough to describe him. Stacey remembered an old adage she had heard about, ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.’ Well, she wasn’t sure about the scorned part, but she was full of fury. Stacey thought about it and decided she had mistaken gratitude for love with her being ill and lost from her home and the trauma
of not knowing how to get back. Perhaps this little upset was best and she would not make this mistake again.
Chapter 9
The Mistress
S tacey was out riding with Rodric, Callie, Nicole and her husband Robin, a young knight and Sir Perceval. They were talking and joking about Lady Isabelle and saying what a beautiful woman she was. They all knew she was his lordship’s mistress.
Stacey asked, “Do you suppose she ever shuts up or does she ramble on in her sleep?” Stacey shivered at the though of this woman lying in Eric’s arms and chatting nonsense made her nauseous to her stomach. Isabelle was the most loquacious person Stacey had ever met.
Nicole made a sly remark, “Mayhap we should ask his lordship.” Everyone laughed at Nicole’s innuendo except Stacey.
“I think I’ll pass on supper tonight,” Stacey said.
When they returned to the castle around mid afternoon, a herald was in the hall to inform the Earl of Dun-Raven of the tournament to be held in Westminster in six weeks time. Things had just quieted down when noise from the bailey caught their attention. “It be his lordship,” someone said.
It was the earl this time. He did not get inside the hall good before Isabelle was on him. She kissed him and held on to his arm with such ownership. Stacey wanted to puke, but instead she went and sat on the stairs. Everyone was talking and asking questions. Eric looked up and saw Stacey sitting at the top of the stairs.
With his voice full of authority, he said, “I would speak with ye in my parlor, Miss Scott.”
Stacey knew him well enough to know he was furious. Well, by all that’s holy, so was she and she wasn’t about to listen to any of his excuses. Lies would probably be a more appropriate word.
Inside, with the door closed Eric turned on her. “Why did ye lie to me?” he asked. “Did it do ye well to play me for a fool?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Stacey said, “but being played for a fool is your game, not mine. How dare you kiss me and say sweet things when you knew your mistress was coming here, or did you send a runner to summon her here?”
“Leave Isabelle out of this,” Eric said. “I went to Druid’s Grove. I searched for miles
After the new guest was all settled in her rooms she came downstairs. Lord Hampton introduced her to Stacey. “How do you do,” Stacey greeted her. “I’m Rodric’s friend.”
Lady Isabelle was not interested in Stacey or whose friend she was. She kept looking around and then finally asked, “Where be his lordship?”
“We be not sure,” Lady Margaret said. “He left on business a few days ago. Was he aware ye were coming?”
“No, Lord Hampton did not tell ye we met on the road from Hampton Hall?
Since he was coming to Dun-Raven, I decided to come along too and celebrate Rodric’s birthday. How many years have ye now, Rodric?” Lady Isabelle inquired.
“Eighteen, Lady Isabelle,” Rodric said.
It was a few days more before the earl of Dun-Raven returned and this woman never stopped her constant chattering. Two days gave Stacey enough time for anger and recrimination to set in and take hold. Stacey had never been this angry with anyone in her life. She called herself all kinds of idiots for thinking she was in love with this...this...man. She couldn’t think of a word bad enough to describe him. Stacey remembered an old adage she had heard about, ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.’ Well, she wasn’t sure about the scorned part, but she was full of fury. Stacey thought about it and decided she had mistaken gratitude for love with her being ill and lost from her home and the trauma
of not knowing how to get back. Perhaps this little upset was best and she would not make this mistake again.
Chapter 9
The Mistress
S tacey was out riding with Rodric, Callie, Nicole and her husband Robin, a young knight and Sir Perceval. They were talking and joking about Lady Isabelle and saying what a beautiful woman she was. They all knew she was his lordship’s mistress.
Stacey asked, “Do you suppose she ever shuts up or does she ramble on in her sleep?” Stacey shivered at the though of this woman lying in Eric’s arms and chatting nonsense made her nauseous to her stomach. Isabelle was the most loquacious person Stacey had ever met.
Nicole made a sly remark, “Mayhap we should ask his lordship.” Everyone laughed at Nicole’s innuendo except Stacey.
“I think I’ll pass on supper tonight,” Stacey said.
When they returned to the castle around mid afternoon, a herald was in the hall to inform the Earl of Dun-Raven of the tournament to be held in Westminster in six weeks time. Things had just quieted down when noise from the bailey caught their attention. “It be his lordship,” someone said.
It was the earl this time. He did not get inside the hall good before Isabelle was on him. She kissed him and held on to his arm with such ownership. Stacey wanted to puke, but instead she went and sat on the stairs. Everyone was talking and asking questions. Eric looked up and saw Stacey sitting at the top of the stairs.
With his voice full of authority, he said, “I would speak with ye in my parlor, Miss Scott.”
Stacey knew him well enough to know he was furious. Well, by all that’s holy, so was she and she wasn’t about to listen to any of his excuses. Lies would probably be a more appropriate word.
Inside, with the door closed Eric turned on her. “Why did ye lie to me?” he asked. “Did it do ye well to play me for a fool?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Stacey said, “but being played for a fool is your game, not mine. How dare you kiss me and say sweet things when you knew your mistress was coming here, or did you send a runner to summon her here?”
“Leave Isabelle out of this,” Eric said. “I went to Druid’s Grove. I searched for miles
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