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expected to. She shifted in her seat. The ache had spread. He grinned lasciviously and licked again.
She protested, pulling her finger slowly from his mouth. “We must be serious.”
Rhys frowned. “No, Annalise, this is my brothers’ wedding day. Rhun is so obviously happy I want to weep for him. We mustn’t overlook their happiness, their joy. Isolda and Rhydderch have many obstacles to overcome, but they will succeed. Their love for each other will carry them through. He has to stop doing everything for her. They will never be completely happy until she learns she is still a beautiful woman and that Rhydderch truly loves her despite her blindness. Now she feels guilty and believes he is acting out of pity. She fears she’ll be a burden to him.
“Look at her. She knows Rhydderch would rather be laughing and carousing with his brother instead of sitting holding her hand. He could be, if she would accept his love, but she is trapped in her own misery. She refused Glain’s coaxing to join her in hiding for the traditional wedding ‘ kidnapping’ .”
Annalise squeezed his hand, regretting she had not known about the Welsh tradition when she and Rhys were married. “I pray you are right, but regarde , you must go with Rhun. He’s discovered where the women hid Glain and is already dragging her off to their bridal chamber. You’re his older brother, you must go with them. My ankles are swollen. I’ll remain here, with Isolda and Rhydderch.”
Rhys came to his feet and turned to join the merry band carrying Rhun and Glain to their chamber. Then he looked back at his wife. “It doesn’t appear so, but Rhydderch and Isolda are both relieved they’re married.” He kissed her forehead. “ Je t’aime .”
She smiled, thrilled she could confirm her love for him in his language. “ Rwy’n dy garu di .”
He grinned and limped off to catch up to the revellers.
***
Rhun needed desperately to be inside his beautiful wife. The silk bed robe he’d been given did nothing to hide his rock hard tarse, which tingled and ached unbearably. The fear Glain would never be completely his until he claimed her body drove him mad with need. The threat of losing her terrified him.
The plague had brought home to him how rapidly joy might turn to despair. He would seize the day and consummate his marriage without delay, before his shaft turned to granite. He wanted to spend his life pleasuring and protecting the bewitching and playful woman he had wed. Wales had been his first love. Now his country would have to take second place.
A hearty fire burned in the hearth. He had never shared a chamber with anyone but his twin, when they were children. Glain’s presence in his refuge somehow seemed right. It made the room brighter. It struck him for the first time how masculine the furnishings were. Trophies of war adorned the walls. However, someone had definitely cleaned and tidied.
Thank you, Carys.
Glain sat propped up by the bolster, her long flaxen hair flowing over her shoulders. Her maidservant had dressed her in a fine linen nightrail, and she smiled nervously as the last of the revellers departed, their bawdy laughter echoing in the halls.
She gazed around his chamber, seeing it for the first time. He took a deep breath. “It must seem—I mean, I’ve never had a woman—no, that’s not what I meant to say.”
Glain laughed and held out her hand to him. Had the heat of the fire flushed her face to a bright red? She looked at him through half-lidded eyes and her gaze fell to his groin. “Come to bed, Rhun.”
Her voice had always enthralled him. Now her words echoed through his head and travelled to his toes. He had never been at such a loss for words. Rhun, the mighty patriot warrior, brought to his knees by the promise he might at last make love to the woman he adored.
Pray I do this right, that I please her.
He stood by the bed. Should he take off the bed robe first? Would she be alarmed? He felt like a
She protested, pulling her finger slowly from his mouth. “We must be serious.”
Rhys frowned. “No, Annalise, this is my brothers’ wedding day. Rhun is so obviously happy I want to weep for him. We mustn’t overlook their happiness, their joy. Isolda and Rhydderch have many obstacles to overcome, but they will succeed. Their love for each other will carry them through. He has to stop doing everything for her. They will never be completely happy until she learns she is still a beautiful woman and that Rhydderch truly loves her despite her blindness. Now she feels guilty and believes he is acting out of pity. She fears she’ll be a burden to him.
“Look at her. She knows Rhydderch would rather be laughing and carousing with his brother instead of sitting holding her hand. He could be, if she would accept his love, but she is trapped in her own misery. She refused Glain’s coaxing to join her in hiding for the traditional wedding ‘ kidnapping’ .”
Annalise squeezed his hand, regretting she had not known about the Welsh tradition when she and Rhys were married. “I pray you are right, but regarde , you must go with Rhun. He’s discovered where the women hid Glain and is already dragging her off to their bridal chamber. You’re his older brother, you must go with them. My ankles are swollen. I’ll remain here, with Isolda and Rhydderch.”
Rhys came to his feet and turned to join the merry band carrying Rhun and Glain to their chamber. Then he looked back at his wife. “It doesn’t appear so, but Rhydderch and Isolda are both relieved they’re married.” He kissed her forehead. “ Je t’aime .”
She smiled, thrilled she could confirm her love for him in his language. “ Rwy’n dy garu di .”
He grinned and limped off to catch up to the revellers.
***
Rhun needed desperately to be inside his beautiful wife. The silk bed robe he’d been given did nothing to hide his rock hard tarse, which tingled and ached unbearably. The fear Glain would never be completely his until he claimed her body drove him mad with need. The threat of losing her terrified him.
The plague had brought home to him how rapidly joy might turn to despair. He would seize the day and consummate his marriage without delay, before his shaft turned to granite. He wanted to spend his life pleasuring and protecting the bewitching and playful woman he had wed. Wales had been his first love. Now his country would have to take second place.
A hearty fire burned in the hearth. He had never shared a chamber with anyone but his twin, when they were children. Glain’s presence in his refuge somehow seemed right. It made the room brighter. It struck him for the first time how masculine the furnishings were. Trophies of war adorned the walls. However, someone had definitely cleaned and tidied.
Thank you, Carys.
Glain sat propped up by the bolster, her long flaxen hair flowing over her shoulders. Her maidservant had dressed her in a fine linen nightrail, and she smiled nervously as the last of the revellers departed, their bawdy laughter echoing in the halls.
She gazed around his chamber, seeing it for the first time. He took a deep breath. “It must seem—I mean, I’ve never had a woman—no, that’s not what I meant to say.”
Glain laughed and held out her hand to him. Had the heat of the fire flushed her face to a bright red? She looked at him through half-lidded eyes and her gaze fell to his groin. “Come to bed, Rhun.”
Her voice had always enthralled him. Now her words echoed through his head and travelled to his toes. He had never been at such a loss for words. Rhun, the mighty patriot warrior, brought to his knees by the promise he might at last make love to the woman he adored.
Pray I do this right, that I please her.
He stood by the bed. Should he take off the bed robe first? Would she be alarmed? He felt like a
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