Bedded by the Warrior
Queen Eleanor's Court at Poitiers—May 1171
'You should be grateful for your freedom.' The hard edge of warning beneath Queen Eleanor's words was unmistakable.
Lady Sarah of Remy felt the Queen's glare against her back as she walked toward the chamber door. Icy fingers of dread clutched her spine at Eleanor's implied threat.
Unmindful of the voice inside her head urging her to leave the chamber without comment, Sarah turned to face the Queen. Eleanor's relentless stare prompted Sarah to temper her response. 'Marriage to a brutal stranger is not worth more than my freedom.'
'I know you well, Sarah. A temporary marriage to Bronwyn will prove less of a trial than rotting in a cell.'
Sarah trembled at the mere mention of his name. William of Bronwyn was too large and frightening, his shoulders too broad, his manners too coarse. She closed her eyes against the memory of being found naked in bed with him.
The task assigned to her had seemed so simple. Yet, like a bad dream spinning out of control, it had all gone so horribly wrong.
Bronwyn and his friend Earl Hugh of Wynnedom were somehow involved with King Henry. Ever since Archbishop Becket's death la ... read full excerpt from: Bedded by the Warrior ebook
