The Conqueror's Lady
'Finish the words and you will be a widow before you are a wife,' Giles Fitzhenry, knighted warrior of William the Conqueror, promised in a harsh whisper.
The blood from the gash above his eye flowed down his face and dripped on the lady's shoulder, but still he did not relent in his crushing hold. It would take but a moment's pressure to crush her throat and he swore to himself and then aloud that he would do it if she spoke the words of the vow. Giles turned to face the now-quieting crowd in the small chapel and revealed the dagger he aimed at her ribs, another assurance that the lady would die if anyone tried to intervene.
His intended moved with him, gripping his hand as though she could stop him. Lady Fayth of Taerford should have thought about the repercussions of her actions before he arrived. Before his men and hers had been killed in the battle for the keep… and for possession of her. Giles nodded to Roger and his man held his sword to the neck of the lady's comrade in this crime, waiting for her response.
'The keep and lands are mine now, lady, as are you. Your choice of words will simply bring his death more slowly or more swiftly.' Giles watched ... read full excerpt from: The Conqueror's Lady ebook
