Savage Marriage

Chapter Thirty Four

Joanna held tight to Kincaid's hand as they entered the hall. There was a group of men standing there. They didn't recognize any of the men. Kincaid and Barclay were cautious. Suddenly a man pushed forward, and Joanna thought she might faint. Kincaid and Barclay shoved Joanna behind them. Kincaid drew his sword; digging the tip into the person's neck. "I should kill you where you stand!" Kincaid growled.

"What's stopping you?" he asked.

"You know very well what's stopping me!" Kincaid growled.

Daven stood there smirking. Joanna shook with fear and felt faint. Father and son stood face to face. Kincaid looked about to drive his sword into Daven's throat, but he wasn't going to. "Barclay," Kincaid said.

"Yes, Chief," his commander answered.

"Arrest Chief Daven for the attempted murder of my son," Kincaid growled.

Kincaid removed the blade from his father's neck as Barclay began to bind Daven's hands. Daven didn't resist, and none of his men began to fight back. His men followed Daven and Barclay out. Kincaid turned to his wife who looked as pale as death. Joanna held onto his arm for balance. Suddenly her legs gave out, and she began to fall. Kincaid caught her and scooped her up into his arms. He walked towards his throne and sat down, setting her on his lap. Kincaid rubbed her back trying to comfort her. "Shhhh. Joanna, my love, calm yourself," Kincaid whispered.

"It was too easy," Joanna mumbled.

"I know," Kincaid answered, "I promise that he will not get anywhere close to you or our son."

"I know, but to see him again makes me so uneasy that I question my own sanity. Just moments ago the world was right, but now...," Joanna said feeling tears sting.

Kincaid embraced her tighter comforting her. "Let's head home. Keep our minds busy with adoring our son," Kincaid suggested. Joanna laughed a bit through her tears. "If that does not work well...I have other ideas," Kincaid winked. Joanna simply rolled her eyes and agreed.

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A week passed and something was off. Daven was neither worried or concerned about his imprisonment. Kincaid did everything he could to keep Joanna calm and stress free while he dealt with his father.

"What direction did he come from?" Kincaid asked the soldier.

"He came from the border facing Britannia," the man answered.

"Did he try to sneak by?" Kincaid asked.

"No, Chief. He just strutted up to us and demanded that we take him to you," he answered.

Both Commander and Chieftain thought. Curious he would just hand himself over. "Thank you. Back to your post," Kincaid dismissed. The man saluted them both and left. "Why would he be coming from Britannia?" Kincaid pondered.

"He could have snuck around us. Throw us off when he got caught," Barclay suggested.

"No. He had to have come from Britannia. There is no other way he could have come," Kincaid said.

Both men stood in silence. It was such a strange case. It didn't make any sense.  "You don't think...," Kincaid trailed off. "Think what?" Barclay asked. Before Kincaid could reply someone entered the hall. "My chief," the man saluted.

"Yes?" Kincaid called.

"A message has arrived for you," he held a scroll out to Kincaid.

"Thank you. Back to your post," Kincaid ordered.

The man saluted him and left. Barclay came closer to Kincaid peering at the scroll. Both men were on edge with suspicion. Kincaid unraveled the paper and began to read. Barclay watched as his chief's face became grave. "I know why he was in Britannia," Kincaid said.