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of large women. Heavy set with large, um, feminine characteristics."
Now all the men were laughing, Arne most of all.
"Oh come now, you expect us to believe that?"
"Aye! He also prefers that they-" Esme scrambled, improvising valiantly for her life. "-not bathe for long stretches!"
"Go on, tell us more about the great Magnus and his preferences in the fairer sex. But while you do, I'd prefer it if you did it from here."
Esme blinked at him.
"Where here?"
Arne leaned back in the throne like seat that he was currently sitting in and patted his heavily muscled thigh. Did all Viking warriors have such remarkable builds? True he was slight next to Magnus, but so was a might oak.
Arne was still twice the size of the average man back home.
And he wanted her to sit on his lap. She knew that once she did, he would take advantage of the situation. Of her lack of strength and power.
In short, he would bed her.
"But I cannot! T'would be improper my lord!"
"My lord?"
Arne laughed and leaned forward, the boyish sparkle disappearing from his eyes.
"I think you are naught but a treasured pet, Magnus's personal whore. Now I would have you for myself. You will serve me now and well, or pay with your head."
Esme's hand fluttered to her throat. 'Twas as she feared. Cruel fate had just passed her from one man to another. And truth be told, she preferred Magnus to this man or any other.
If only she were married. A wife would be protected from this sort of boorish behavior. She thought madly, straining to think of a way out of this.
"But I am an innocent! No ransom will be paid if I am molested in any way!"
Arne grinned cruelly, coming around the table to lean over her menacingly.
"What care I for ransom? I just want to sink my cock into-"
"Riders!"
"Tis Magnus and his men! They come in large numbers!"
Arne cursed and stood, reaching for his broadsword. Fear filled her, at the thought of these two men doing battle over her. Esme grabbed for Arne's weapon without thinking and earned a backhand across her cheek for her trouble.
Her last thought as the blackness claimed her was of Magnus.
That he not be hurt…
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Magnus slammed his sword against the axe of one of Arne's warriors. He'd bested three already, leaving them injured but not dead. He had plans for them.
Especially if any harm had come to her.
Esme.
"Where is she???"
Arne laughed from behind a line of warriors.
"Who? The whore? I've had her many times this day. I tire of her already. Mayhap if you ask nicely I will return her to you with my child in her belly!"
Magnus roared and brought the handle of his sword down on the hapless warriors head, sending him to the ground. He stepped toward Arne but another warrior blocked his path. He cursed and began to battle this new opponent.
Would but it was Arne!
"What have you done to her? If you have harmed her Arne I will have your head for it!"
He cut the man's arm deeply, causing muscle and sinew to burst forth. He stepped forward again, only to be faced with yet another
Now all the men were laughing, Arne most of all.
"Oh come now, you expect us to believe that?"
"Aye! He also prefers that they-" Esme scrambled, improvising valiantly for her life. "-not bathe for long stretches!"
"Go on, tell us more about the great Magnus and his preferences in the fairer sex. But while you do, I'd prefer it if you did it from here."
Esme blinked at him.
"Where here?"
Arne leaned back in the throne like seat that he was currently sitting in and patted his heavily muscled thigh. Did all Viking warriors have such remarkable builds? True he was slight next to Magnus, but so was a might oak.
Arne was still twice the size of the average man back home.
And he wanted her to sit on his lap. She knew that once she did, he would take advantage of the situation. Of her lack of strength and power.
In short, he would bed her.
"But I cannot! T'would be improper my lord!"
"My lord?"
Arne laughed and leaned forward, the boyish sparkle disappearing from his eyes.
"I think you are naught but a treasured pet, Magnus's personal whore. Now I would have you for myself. You will serve me now and well, or pay with your head."
Esme's hand fluttered to her throat. 'Twas as she feared. Cruel fate had just passed her from one man to another. And truth be told, she preferred Magnus to this man or any other.
If only she were married. A wife would be protected from this sort of boorish behavior. She thought madly, straining to think of a way out of this.
"But I am an innocent! No ransom will be paid if I am molested in any way!"
Arne grinned cruelly, coming around the table to lean over her menacingly.
"What care I for ransom? I just want to sink my cock into-"
"Riders!"
"Tis Magnus and his men! They come in large numbers!"
Arne cursed and stood, reaching for his broadsword. Fear filled her, at the thought of these two men doing battle over her. Esme grabbed for Arne's weapon without thinking and earned a backhand across her cheek for her trouble.
Her last thought as the blackness claimed her was of Magnus.
That he not be hurt…
<> <> <> <> <>
Magnus slammed his sword against the axe of one of Arne's warriors. He'd bested three already, leaving them injured but not dead. He had plans for them.
Especially if any harm had come to her.
Esme.
"Where is she???"
Arne laughed from behind a line of warriors.
"Who? The whore? I've had her many times this day. I tire of her already. Mayhap if you ask nicely I will return her to you with my child in her belly!"
Magnus roared and brought the handle of his sword down on the hapless warriors head, sending him to the ground. He stepped toward Arne but another warrior blocked his path. He cursed and began to battle this new opponent.
Would but it was Arne!
"What have you done to her? If you have harmed her Arne I will have your head for it!"
He cut the man's arm deeply, causing muscle and sinew to burst forth. He stepped forward again, only to be faced with yet another
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