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Authors: Diana Quippley
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for miles before
them, the Keep getting smaller and smaller in the horizon behind them. “I have
never in my life been man-handled in this manner. I will have your head on a
spike for this, you … you… lowly barbarian.”
Cullen didn’t answer the arrogant
young woman; he kept riding silently with her still slung over his shoulder,
stretching the distance between their pursuers, using all his expertise at
horsemanship. After a while there was no sign of pursuit and Cullen decided to
let his horse slow down to a trot. A few hours of easy riding later with him
silently enduring her rants and wails until she grew tired, he slowed the horse
down to a halt. It was a good place to camp, with a stream running by and trees
that bore fruit all around them. Three more days of hard riding lay before
them, to get to the border of the Western Kingdom, and another day to reach the
castle of King Gawain, and he wanted the horse to gather as much strength as it
could.
He dismounted and unceremoniously
dumped his burden onto a soft patch of moss. Shania fell hard, but the soft
moss broke her fall. Nevertheless, she had the breath taken out of her and was
livid with rage. He ignored her and sat down to clean the blood off his
broadsword. She watched his sullen expression. His cool, care free demeanor
infuriated her. Never had a man felt so intimidating to her. She was used to
perfumed nobles and prancing princes bowing before her and offering their
slender arms for her to hold as they walked in obeisance beside her. This man
was nothing like that at all, and it made her blood boil to not have her
superior station acknowledged.
“Savage!’ She cried out. “Ill-mannered
brute! Haven’t you been taught in the ways to treating a woman of high birth, a
regal princess?”
He eyed her silently, running the
whetstone across the length of his blade with almost mechanical precision, blue
sparks spraying with each stroke. The huge warhorse happily munched away at the
grass behind him.
“Well, what have you to say?” She
screamed. “I am Princess Shania; men bow before me or lose their heads.”
“You’re not my princess, woman.”
Cullen said, anger pricking at the back of his neck. “To me you are a burden I
need deliver for a few coins, no more.”
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them, the Keep getting smaller and smaller in the horizon behind them. “I have
never in my life been man-handled in this manner. I will have your head on a
spike for this, you … you… lowly barbarian.”
Cullen didn’t answer the arrogant
young woman; he kept riding silently with her still slung over his shoulder,
stretching the distance between their pursuers, using all his expertise at
horsemanship. After a while there was no sign of pursuit and Cullen decided to
let his horse slow down to a trot. A few hours of easy riding later with him
silently enduring her rants and wails until she grew tired, he slowed the horse
down to a halt. It was a good place to camp, with a stream running by and trees
that bore fruit all around them. Three more days of hard riding lay before
them, to get to the border of the Western Kingdom, and another day to reach the
castle of King Gawain, and he wanted the horse to gather as much strength as it
could.
He dismounted and unceremoniously
dumped his burden onto a soft patch of moss. Shania fell hard, but the soft
moss broke her fall. Nevertheless, she had the breath taken out of her and was
livid with rage. He ignored her and sat down to clean the blood off his
broadsword. She watched his sullen expression. His cool, care free demeanor
infuriated her. Never had a man felt so intimidating to her. She was used to
perfumed nobles and prancing princes bowing before her and offering their
slender arms for her to hold as they walked in obeisance beside her. This man
was nothing like that at all, and it made her blood boil to not have her
superior station acknowledged.
“Savage!’ She cried out. “Ill-mannered
brute! Haven’t you been taught in the ways to treating a woman of high birth, a
regal princess?”
He eyed her silently, running the
whetstone across the length of his blade with almost mechanical precision, blue
sparks spraying with each stroke. The huge warhorse happily munched away at the
grass behind him.
“Well, what have you to say?” She
screamed. “I am Princess Shania; men bow before me or lose their heads.”
“You’re not my princess, woman.”
Cullen said, anger pricking at the back of his neck. “To me you are a burden I
need deliver for a few coins, no more.”
***
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the full book here (Free with Kindle Unlimited)
His
Unlikely Bride
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