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handsome Scotsman beside her. He had been using his wicked hands and mouth to rob her of all reason for days now. She found that she did not mind at all. She knew he was holding himself back still though. He had yet to complete the act that would render her a woman. Perhaps he was waiting to reach his home in the Highlands. That would be another week of hard travel according to Malcolm. Sleeping in and out of doors. That would leave little time for lovemaking she realized.
                  Kalila decided to wake him up. She leaned her chin against his chest and traced her finger tips down his flat abdomen. What a fine specimen of manhood he was! He seemed to find her equally delightful. She smiled. He certainly could not seem to keep his hands and mouth from her whenever the opportunity arose.
                  On a ship in the middle of the ocean with little to occupy their time, the opportunity arose a lot.
                  She trailed her fingers lower, outlining the swelling shape in his breeches.
                  "Malllll-coollllmmmm…"             
                  He opened one eye and peered up at her.
                  "What is it, woman?"
                  "I think that you should bring me great pleasure again. Once more before we reach the port."
                  He chuckled arrogantly.
                  "If you insist."

Nine
     
     
     
                  Malcolm awoke to loud knocking on the door.
                  "Open up!"
                  He winced at the sharp tone in his Grandfather's voice. The old man was still vigorous, and clearly displeased, judging from the sound of it.
                  "I guess that means we made port then."
                  Malcolm rolled from the bed, reaching for his shirt. He glanced back and saw the Princess's fetching bottom peeking out from beneath the covers. He tossed the blankets over her with a grin.
                  "Good morning to you too, Grandfather."
                  The Duke was scowling as he pushed his way inside the room. His eyes widened as he saw the sleeping girl in the bed.
                  "Ye Gods! Your impertinence knows no bounds! Did you not know that King Richard was trying to make peace in the region? And you steal their Princess?"
                  Malcolm's jaw dropped. How did the wiley old man find out? Gavin must have sorted it out damn him. And what did they plan to do with his Kalila?
                  His Grandfather was pacing now, running his hands through his hair in agitation.
                  "Did you think you could hide her away? God help us if you've defiled her."
                  "I did not. Defile her, I mean."
                  His Grandfather stopped and sighed in great relief.
                  "Thank the heavenly father for small favors. Dress her and bring her to the castle. The King wants to speak to her. Now."
                  Malcolm stood perfectly still as the old man left the room. Slowly he turned to see Kalila's worried face appear above the covers.
                  What had he done?
                 
     
                 
     
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                  Kalila held perfectly still as Aluda attempted to dress her hair on the swaying ship. The expression on Malcolm's face when he'd told her to dress for court had sent tremors through her. He had looked stern but also afraid.
                  She had never seen her Scotsman afraid. Not even when he was on his way to his own execution. She stepped out onto the deck, immediately noticing the cold and damp. It had been growing cooler the past week day by day. Now she shivered and wrapped her arms around her turquoise silk overdress and