twinkle so when you think of him - even now, when you are reminded of his hand!” Lynna pulled her hair back and began to fix it.
Anna huffed, and continued to eat. It was so odd to be having such a conversation with Lynna. “I wish that you did not know me so well.”
Lynna tugged on her hair gently. “You are very happy that I know you so well.”
Anna grumbled. Of course Lynna was correct, but she hated to admit it. “Are you done with my hair?”
Lynna tugged again. “I have been told to come back just before the feast starts to help you dress. You have slept very late today, Miss, so that is only a bit from now.”
“ I would rather sit here and stare at my feet then go to such a feast!” Anna ate a little more and then pushed her plate away.
Lynna clicked her tongue. Anna seemed to be in quite the mood today. “I will be back Miss, and you will attend the feast.”
Anna grumbled. “I will not have to enjoy it.”
Lynna poked her arms. “I would suggest you change your mood, Miss. I doubt your bottom could handle another go-round today.”
Anna pulled away. “Enough! I have had enough of your company this morning.”
“ It is noon, Miss, and you should listen to yourself.” Lynna left then, and Anna wondered if she hurt her feelings. She had snapped at her twice now, and for no good reason. She stood and walked out to the balcony.
It was such a beautiful day and she was trapped in the room. Of course that awful Lord Wendell was back from his trip. She had wished ill to him while away, hoping that he had become lost in the woods or attacked by wild animals! Anna frowned. Why did Sir William get so worried about her whereabouts? Was it only because Lord Wendell would be curious?
No. It must be something more. The way he had stormed into the stable was not just anger. She genuinely had worried him. Anna smiled. She did not care for the riding crop that he had used to tan her bottom, but he had to care. The knot formed down in her belly again. Why could he not share his purpose? Anna tapped her foot and then stopped. Each tap caused her skirt to brush against her now-bruised hind. She went back to Lynna’s words, “- that is how Sir William deals with any woman in his care...”
Did he do this to many women? The thought of another woman, even Lynna, being pulled across his lap made her . . . Anna smacked her hand on the balcony. What was this feeling? She huffed and began to pace. Was it anger?
“ Miss, what on earth is bothering you?”
Lynna had come back ; Anna had not heard her come in. Anna threw a glance to the maid and continued to pace. She had her hands in fists by her sides and grumbled.
Lynna stepped in her path. “Shall I go and get Sir William and tell him of your trouble?”
Anna stopped and opened her mouth to really tell her off, when her eyes filled with tears. She closed her mouth and said nothing.
Lynna took her hands. “Please, Miss, tell me!”
“ The thought of Sir William spanking another woman, or paying attention to someone . . . it’s just ….” Anna trailed off. “I feel all awful inside of me.”
“ You are jealous, Miss. It means that you do so care about Sir William.”
Anna nodded. “What a terrible feeling. I did want his attention last night, and I am so sorry that I have been so short with you.”
Lynna hugged her and let go. “I have heard enough of that; let me help you get ready.”
Anna followed her inside, but wondered what the significance of the feast truly was. Lynna had never been ordered to help her do anything, especially not by Sir William.
Chapter Five
Anna found herself enjoying all the attention at the feast. She had several glasses of ale, and found herself being teased by the servers. Anna felt a heat in her cheeks as she giggled and conversed with them. One of the servers handed her another goblet.
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Laura Dave
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