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it will be a difficult one?” Cyrille asked from Damien’s side.
She felt Damien’s chest rise against her as he inhaled. He was apprehensive, she could feel it and for some strange reason she felt empathy for him. It made her feel like a traitor to herself.
“No,” he lied to his brother. “It will fall as the others have.” Damien spun her around then but used his hand to keep the cloak closed as he moved her to a nearby tree. Before she knew his intent he forced her to the ground and chained her to it.
She wanted to rail at him and protest but she dared not as he dismissed her and walked away. Camp was set up quickly and then the smells of the cook fire reached her, her mouth salivated and her stomach rumbled. Edwin brought her a tray of food, nearly spilling it on her when the light from the fires caught the skin exposed all the way to her navel from the open cloak she could not grip and pull more securely about herself.
“Would you cover me please?” Keri asked hating the plea in her voice and hating even more for the young man to see her like this.
He gulped and bent reaching for the edges of the cloak. He gasped when his tug pulled it farther open for the brief moment before the edges were closed. Quickly the boy left and she was left with a plate of food in her lap she could not eat for her bandaged and shackled hands.
Damien’s angry voice came to her and she turned to see him facing off with Cyrille. Toe to toe their silhouettes were the exact same height in the glow of the fires. Both had massive chests, trunk like arms and the will of bulls.
Cyrille motioned in her direction and Damien threw his hands up. “You can take care of it.”
She had to strain to hear what Cyri lle replied but it seemed the gist of it was the scarred man did not want to hurt her again if she tried to escape. Damien called him a coward then stalked toward her. He slammed himself down in front of her and yanked the tray from her lap. “Open your mouth,” he ordered.
She was offered nothing since the evening before so she did as he ordered and had a piece of meat shoved into her mouth, considerably larger than she would place there herself. It seemed forever to get the meat chewed. She barely had enough time to get it swallowed before he shoved a piece of bread in after it. The entire time he fed her she watched the fire light play across his features that shifted from anger to impatience and another emotion that was softer yet she could not identify it as it appeared and was gone quickly among the turmoil of the others.
“Is there more?” she asked when the plate was empty and he stood.
“This is war for us. Be grateful you had what you did.” He began to leave her but her next plea for so me privacy to take care of her personal needs made him stop. He slung the platter toward his squire nearly hitting him with it. Angrily he produced the key, pulled her chains from the tree then yanked her to her feet and dragged her off into the bushes.
He gave her privacy only to the length of her chains and she knew he heard every noise she made from urinating to emptying her bowels and the wiping. Her cheeks red with embarrassment he dragged her back to the tree and chained her to it again. A makeshift bed had been made for her there and a look around found Cyrille turned in her direction. Everyone about the camp still had their full armor on except their helmets. The commander’s brother had removed his but the hood remained on and she wondered how many people had seen the full extent of the sacrifice he had made for his King’s secrets and his brother’s life.
Keri’s sleep was fitful that night. Each time she awoke it was to find Damien’s silhouette against the backdrop of the castle as he watched it and she was sure he planned his attack for the next morning. Had he watched her castle so intently? When she walked the parapets the evening
She felt Damien’s chest rise against her as he inhaled. He was apprehensive, she could feel it and for some strange reason she felt empathy for him. It made her feel like a traitor to herself.
“No,” he lied to his brother. “It will fall as the others have.” Damien spun her around then but used his hand to keep the cloak closed as he moved her to a nearby tree. Before she knew his intent he forced her to the ground and chained her to it.
She wanted to rail at him and protest but she dared not as he dismissed her and walked away. Camp was set up quickly and then the smells of the cook fire reached her, her mouth salivated and her stomach rumbled. Edwin brought her a tray of food, nearly spilling it on her when the light from the fires caught the skin exposed all the way to her navel from the open cloak she could not grip and pull more securely about herself.
“Would you cover me please?” Keri asked hating the plea in her voice and hating even more for the young man to see her like this.
He gulped and bent reaching for the edges of the cloak. He gasped when his tug pulled it farther open for the brief moment before the edges were closed. Quickly the boy left and she was left with a plate of food in her lap she could not eat for her bandaged and shackled hands.
Damien’s angry voice came to her and she turned to see him facing off with Cyrille. Toe to toe their silhouettes were the exact same height in the glow of the fires. Both had massive chests, trunk like arms and the will of bulls.
Cyrille motioned in her direction and Damien threw his hands up. “You can take care of it.”
She had to strain to hear what Cyri lle replied but it seemed the gist of it was the scarred man did not want to hurt her again if she tried to escape. Damien called him a coward then stalked toward her. He slammed himself down in front of her and yanked the tray from her lap. “Open your mouth,” he ordered.
She was offered nothing since the evening before so she did as he ordered and had a piece of meat shoved into her mouth, considerably larger than she would place there herself. It seemed forever to get the meat chewed. She barely had enough time to get it swallowed before he shoved a piece of bread in after it. The entire time he fed her she watched the fire light play across his features that shifted from anger to impatience and another emotion that was softer yet she could not identify it as it appeared and was gone quickly among the turmoil of the others.
“Is there more?” she asked when the plate was empty and he stood.
“This is war for us. Be grateful you had what you did.” He began to leave her but her next plea for so me privacy to take care of her personal needs made him stop. He slung the platter toward his squire nearly hitting him with it. Angrily he produced the key, pulled her chains from the tree then yanked her to her feet and dragged her off into the bushes.
He gave her privacy only to the length of her chains and she knew he heard every noise she made from urinating to emptying her bowels and the wiping. Her cheeks red with embarrassment he dragged her back to the tree and chained her to it again. A makeshift bed had been made for her there and a look around found Cyrille turned in her direction. Everyone about the camp still had their full armor on except their helmets. The commander’s brother had removed his but the hood remained on and she wondered how many people had seen the full extent of the sacrifice he had made for his King’s secrets and his brother’s life.
Keri’s sleep was fitful that night. Each time she awoke it was to find Damien’s silhouette against the backdrop of the castle as he watched it and she was sure he planned his attack for the next morning. Had he watched her castle so intently? When she walked the parapets the evening
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