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Authors: Diane Darcy
Tags: Medieval Time Travel
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lady.”
Suddenly dizzy, Gillian placed a hand to her forehead. When she’d been drawing Marshall Keep, it certainly hadn’t looked anything like this.
She looked toward the keep. It looked like she needed to have another talk with That Man, after all.
And this time she intended to get some answers.
***
Kellen, seated at the head table and going over accounts with his steward, was very pleased when Edith finally sought him out. He had marked her whereabouts throughout the day, and had waited patiently while Edith explored her new home. He had kept himself busy by performing his duties in the hall on the chance she might need him.
He was proud of his home and wished her to be happy there. He hoped his keep, stalwart and affluent, would sway her into accepting their marriage more readily.
Edith moved toward him and Kellen stood, struck anew at how beautiful he found her. Her gown didn’t hide her curves and her slight form walked with purpose and allure. She looked to be refreshed and radiant from her afternoon outside. Obligation and duty aside, he found himself glad she belonged to him.
Edith stopped in front of him. “What is the date today?”
Kellen’s brows rose at her abrupt and demanding tone. As his betrothed, she must needs work on her address, but he would let it pass for the moment.
He wondered if she were worried about attending mass. Her sister, Catherine, had been quite devout. It was unfortunate the priest had not the influence to check her murderous inclinations.
But he would not think on that. This was a new girl and a new beginning. Kellen did his best to keep his expression pleasant as he answered with a slight bow. “It is Tuesday, my lady.”
She gifted him a look he did not appreciate. Like he was the idiot she had named him earlier. “The full date, if you please, as in month, day, and year.”
Kellen’s brows rose, and he tried to hide his disgruntlement. Did she now question his wits? “It is the first day of June, 1260.”
Edith’s expression was disbelieving. “Are you sure it isn’t April eighteenth? Are you sure I haven’t simply been kidnaped by a weird medievalist cult or something? I saw the movie The Village. They had all those people holed up in an isolated location thinking they were living in the past.”
Kellen knew not what she referred to, and, fearing to look a dolt, remained silent.
Edith placed her hand on her hips, momentarily drawing his gaze there. “Or perhaps I really did travel through time?”
Again, Kellen was not sure what she referred to, but could clearly hear censure in her tone. This she must work on also. He narrowed his eyes in warning, but again, did not respond.
Edith sighed, and the tension drained from her body. “What exactly is it you want from me?” The belligerence evaporated and she sounded weary and confused.
Ah. This was good. His patience had finally yielded profits. Kellen relaxed a bit, pleased at her inclination to learn her role here. Her distress in coming to him in such a manner had likely frazzled her nerves and made her awkward. Now they could discuss their betrothal in a reasonable manner.
Kellen reached to take her hand, to reassure her. She did not resist, only appeared bewildered as she gazed down at his larger hand engulfing her smaller one, and this pleased him also. She would soon learn to lean on his strength, and to trust him in all matters. The softness of her skin made him smile and the quiver of awareness prickling throughout his body had him looking forward to their wedding night.
Perhaps after they had known one another better she would not make him wait the five weeks until they wed to consummate the marriage? If she carried his heir on their wedding day, he would be doubly pleased.
“You may call me Kellen. May I call you Edith?”
She jerked her hand from his. “Why would you?” Her words were sharp again.
Kellen was taken aback, his pride stung, and he straightened. “That is your name, is
Suddenly dizzy, Gillian placed a hand to her forehead. When she’d been drawing Marshall Keep, it certainly hadn’t looked anything like this.
She looked toward the keep. It looked like she needed to have another talk with That Man, after all.
And this time she intended to get some answers.
***
Kellen, seated at the head table and going over accounts with his steward, was very pleased when Edith finally sought him out. He had marked her whereabouts throughout the day, and had waited patiently while Edith explored her new home. He had kept himself busy by performing his duties in the hall on the chance she might need him.
He was proud of his home and wished her to be happy there. He hoped his keep, stalwart and affluent, would sway her into accepting their marriage more readily.
Edith moved toward him and Kellen stood, struck anew at how beautiful he found her. Her gown didn’t hide her curves and her slight form walked with purpose and allure. She looked to be refreshed and radiant from her afternoon outside. Obligation and duty aside, he found himself glad she belonged to him.
Edith stopped in front of him. “What is the date today?”
Kellen’s brows rose at her abrupt and demanding tone. As his betrothed, she must needs work on her address, but he would let it pass for the moment.
He wondered if she were worried about attending mass. Her sister, Catherine, had been quite devout. It was unfortunate the priest had not the influence to check her murderous inclinations.
But he would not think on that. This was a new girl and a new beginning. Kellen did his best to keep his expression pleasant as he answered with a slight bow. “It is Tuesday, my lady.”
She gifted him a look he did not appreciate. Like he was the idiot she had named him earlier. “The full date, if you please, as in month, day, and year.”
Kellen’s brows rose, and he tried to hide his disgruntlement. Did she now question his wits? “It is the first day of June, 1260.”
Edith’s expression was disbelieving. “Are you sure it isn’t April eighteenth? Are you sure I haven’t simply been kidnaped by a weird medievalist cult or something? I saw the movie The Village. They had all those people holed up in an isolated location thinking they were living in the past.”
Kellen knew not what she referred to, and, fearing to look a dolt, remained silent.
Edith placed her hand on her hips, momentarily drawing his gaze there. “Or perhaps I really did travel through time?”
Again, Kellen was not sure what she referred to, but could clearly hear censure in her tone. This she must work on also. He narrowed his eyes in warning, but again, did not respond.
Edith sighed, and the tension drained from her body. “What exactly is it you want from me?” The belligerence evaporated and she sounded weary and confused.
Ah. This was good. His patience had finally yielded profits. Kellen relaxed a bit, pleased at her inclination to learn her role here. Her distress in coming to him in such a manner had likely frazzled her nerves and made her awkward. Now they could discuss their betrothal in a reasonable manner.
Kellen reached to take her hand, to reassure her. She did not resist, only appeared bewildered as she gazed down at his larger hand engulfing her smaller one, and this pleased him also. She would soon learn to lean on his strength, and to trust him in all matters. The softness of her skin made him smile and the quiver of awareness prickling throughout his body had him looking forward to their wedding night.
Perhaps after they had known one another better she would not make him wait the five weeks until they wed to consummate the marriage? If she carried his heir on their wedding day, he would be doubly pleased.
“You may call me Kellen. May I call you Edith?”
She jerked her hand from his. “Why would you?” Her words were sharp again.
Kellen was taken aback, his pride stung, and he straightened. “That is your name, is
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