![]() ![]() Although it pained her to admit, Deorwynn knew she was not above reproach. This was the sort of thing Normans did regularly without a thought of repentance.Īnd what about her? Was she any better? She had agreed to lay with a man she knew nothing about a man who would be married to another woman. She tightened her lips over a small groan of despair. How could he do that to her on the eve of his wedding to another? Easily of course. She wanted to spit on his feet as he stood there, repeating his vows. ![]() How skillfully he’d manipulated her with his fingers, driving her to lewd acts. Of all the men she might have encountered last night, it had to be him. Deorwynn forced her feet forward into the chapel, but she was trembling, her skin scalded by his closeness. It seemed they were no more prepared for a wedding than they were to accommodate women in this fortress. There was some delay while the chapel was readied. The lecherous Norman goat had just laughed scornfully at her! ![]() He had mastered the art of never betraying a pleased thought, which is why most people assumed he never had one. Guy Devaux had decided not to be married-not today in any case-but most folk wouldn’t know it. He bowed and hurried on ahead into the chapel. The other man had known him long enough not to question even the oddest of requests. ![]() But as Thierry stepped forward to lead the way, Guy stopped him and whispered quickly in his ear. ![]()
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