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she wanted. Her mother’s voice could be grating.
With all their company, her mother and sisters would be kept busy enough, leaving her to her own will. As her mother gave her instructions for the day, Emlyn trailed behind her siblings. Thankfully she’d slackened her step and after her mother’s tirade, she caught the end of her father’s speech. They’d train with his soldiers. An excitement built within her chest for she wouldn’t mind going against them, especially the dark-haired warrior.
Emlyn went to the chamber that she shared with her sisters to change into her training attire. Her mother had insisted she wear a gown for the meeting. She detested the garments, mostly because they were all hand-me-downs from her sister, Suzanna, and itched akin to the devil. One day she’d have her own garments, made for her, which wouldn’t show her ankles and would be soft against her skin. If she cared to wear such attire.
She pulled on the breeches she’d taken from David, and the tunic she’d taken from Griffen. Both her brothers cared not about such things and didn’t remark when they’d seen her wearing their clothes. Everyone had vacated the floor where they slept and Emlyn passed by her parent’s solar, when she heard them talking. Their voices raised in discord.
She hid in the recess of the wall, where the torch was placed, and listened. Oftentimes it was the only way she and her siblings found out about anything, for her parents were oft tightlipped about news.
“Aye and if I agree, she’ll be taken to him immediately.”
Her mother gasped. “Llywelyn, her reputation has reached all the way to England? How is this possible?”
“One of the men told me a traitor was amongst Marshall’s men before he died. I know not who, but the lass was mentioned by name in the betrothal pact. Marshall wants none other than Emlyn. I cannot allow it no matter what threats he makes. Let him come with his entire army. I care not.”
Her mother’s shrill voice rose, “You shan’t jest about this. You would allow one measly daughter to endanger us all? I say let her go.”
Emlyn grew tense at their words and realized what they alluded to. The monster wanted her?
“If I decide to accept his proposal, I will not send Emlyn. We’ll send Suzanna or Anhard. They both would make a more acceptable wife.”
Her mother groaned. “Do you not see? He doesn’t want an acceptable wife. He wants her because of what he’s heard about her. I deem this is your fault. Aye, you’ve allowed her to train at war, allowed her to dress as a lad. You dote on her as if she were a son. She is a woman now and shouldn’t be doing such dreadful things. If anyone goes, it shall be her.”
“I know, my love. It is my fault, but I could not help but encourage her pursuits. She charmed me and I love the lass. It will break my heart to send her away.”
“But you must. I will not allow us to be put in danger because of her. If you deem our marriage will save us, I think not. My uncle, England’s king, will care not for our relations. And neither will Marshall, who verily has his support.”
Emlyn stopped listening. She walked slowly toward the stairs, in shock and dismay at what their discussion alluded to. A grin switched her lips though in hearing her father’s kindly words of her, but then she frowned, realizing her jeopardy. Her father would betroth her to the monster.
Oh God.
In dejection, she kept walking until she reached the back exit of the keep and went toward the stables. Inside, she freed Aled, and the huge hound rose up and put his feet on her shoulders and licked her face.
“Ah, my handsome fellow, you want out.”
In a secret compartment of wood where her hound was kept, she removed her sword and other war instruments. If her mother found her weapons, she’d take them away. It was her father’s suggestion that she hide them in the stable. He’d even given her mail and a small helmet to use. She put on the mail,
With all their company, her mother and sisters would be kept busy enough, leaving her to her own will. As her mother gave her instructions for the day, Emlyn trailed behind her siblings. Thankfully she’d slackened her step and after her mother’s tirade, she caught the end of her father’s speech. They’d train with his soldiers. An excitement built within her chest for she wouldn’t mind going against them, especially the dark-haired warrior.
Emlyn went to the chamber that she shared with her sisters to change into her training attire. Her mother had insisted she wear a gown for the meeting. She detested the garments, mostly because they were all hand-me-downs from her sister, Suzanna, and itched akin to the devil. One day she’d have her own garments, made for her, which wouldn’t show her ankles and would be soft against her skin. If she cared to wear such attire.
She pulled on the breeches she’d taken from David, and the tunic she’d taken from Griffen. Both her brothers cared not about such things and didn’t remark when they’d seen her wearing their clothes. Everyone had vacated the floor where they slept and Emlyn passed by her parent’s solar, when she heard them talking. Their voices raised in discord.
She hid in the recess of the wall, where the torch was placed, and listened. Oftentimes it was the only way she and her siblings found out about anything, for her parents were oft tightlipped about news.
“Aye and if I agree, she’ll be taken to him immediately.”
Her mother gasped. “Llywelyn, her reputation has reached all the way to England? How is this possible?”
“One of the men told me a traitor was amongst Marshall’s men before he died. I know not who, but the lass was mentioned by name in the betrothal pact. Marshall wants none other than Emlyn. I cannot allow it no matter what threats he makes. Let him come with his entire army. I care not.”
Her mother’s shrill voice rose, “You shan’t jest about this. You would allow one measly daughter to endanger us all? I say let her go.”
Emlyn grew tense at their words and realized what they alluded to. The monster wanted her?
“If I decide to accept his proposal, I will not send Emlyn. We’ll send Suzanna or Anhard. They both would make a more acceptable wife.”
Her mother groaned. “Do you not see? He doesn’t want an acceptable wife. He wants her because of what he’s heard about her. I deem this is your fault. Aye, you’ve allowed her to train at war, allowed her to dress as a lad. You dote on her as if she were a son. She is a woman now and shouldn’t be doing such dreadful things. If anyone goes, it shall be her.”
“I know, my love. It is my fault, but I could not help but encourage her pursuits. She charmed me and I love the lass. It will break my heart to send her away.”
“But you must. I will not allow us to be put in danger because of her. If you deem our marriage will save us, I think not. My uncle, England’s king, will care not for our relations. And neither will Marshall, who verily has his support.”
Emlyn stopped listening. She walked slowly toward the stairs, in shock and dismay at what their discussion alluded to. A grin switched her lips though in hearing her father’s kindly words of her, but then she frowned, realizing her jeopardy. Her father would betroth her to the monster.
Oh God.
In dejection, she kept walking until she reached the back exit of the keep and went toward the stables. Inside, she freed Aled, and the huge hound rose up and put his feet on her shoulders and licked her face.
“Ah, my handsome fellow, you want out.”
In a secret compartment of wood where her hound was kept, she removed her sword and other war instruments. If her mother found her weapons, she’d take them away. It was her father’s suggestion that she hide them in the stable. He’d even given her mail and a small helmet to use. She put on the mail,
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