THE EARL & THE LADY. ( Sample Only)

CHAPTER THREE

          
              Isobel sighed when she waited for Agnes to return only that she didn't, she had been gone for more than half a bell.

       If she was going to do anything useful this morn, she would have to do it on her own. Getting up she turned and gasp in surprise as she took in the man standing in front of her looking every bit of the word foreboding.

         He was dark and handsome with sun kissed skin , sun lit hair that tips barely brushed against his shoulders,  shoulders that were broad and covered in a soft dark tunic that didn't really hide the bulging muscles in his frame, a leather trouser that led to long boots he wore with grace and  and when she finally tore her gaze back to his face, he was wearing an amused  smirk which had her blushing and chastising herself.         

       She was married now and she can't go around admiring men no matter how handsome they looked.

           ‘ are you through with your assessment mi'lady ’  he asked and Isobel could feel the blood gathering in her checks and a glance at his face proved that he knew she was blushing furiously. 

        ‘ I hope I am not lacking your grace,  I certainly fit into your standard of how an husband should look like, right wife ?’

        ‘ wife? ’ Isobel asked confused.

      ‘ yes, my Lady Isobel, allow me to introduced myself .' Lord Andrew said then with a flourished he bowed down from the waist ‘ lord Andrew, earl of Northridge and the duke of wistonburg also chief of the royal guard.

        The royal guard your father tried to distract to kill my Best friend . ’ lord Andrew said with his voice deepening with rage which automatically had Isobel shifting away from the source which happened to be her husband who hates her from the look that he was giving her.

            Lady Isobel suddenly found her throat dry and she could not find a word to answer.    

         Andrew taking her silence as guilt continued without spearing her emotions, ‘ if it was up to me, I would hang you in front of your father then torture him to death while he watch you take your last breathe, don't mistake and think that my marriage to you spared your life because if you take one step out of line I will deal with you as I fit with the king not able to interfere. ’

        By the time he was finished, lady Isobel has lost all color from her face and was barely standing, the only reason she was still upright was because she doesn't want him to see her as a weak Lady.
      
        Using the last of her resolve she raised her chin in a haughty expression and asked in a bored tone that her father forced her to cultivate to hide her feelings ‘ are you through with your annoyingly degrading speech... Husband .’

           ‘ no dear wife .’ lord Andrew said in a sugary tone that was highly false. ‘ I don't know how you got Agnes on your side but it won't work on me and the ladies of the court. In fact they are going to eat you up like a lamb stew and I can't stand up for you because I am  not allowed to step in ladies fight. Oh before I forget we are meeting with them  in two bells away for tea hosted by princess Whitney. ’ with that Andrew left as the barely veiled threat her husband issued penetrated her head.

           He is throwing her to the wolves to slaughter since he can't do it himself... Well it is a good thing that she can handle her self as she has all though her life, now it's time for her maid to chose where she stands between the drawn battles lines.

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            ‘ you asked to see me, my lady. ’ Agnes said nervously, oh she just know it,  lady Isobel is going to kill her for opening her big mouth to tell lord Andrew her mind.

         ‘ who do you report to ? ’ Isobel asked her maid as she brushed her hair with the brush her father gave her for her twentieth birthday, one of the few belongings of hers she was allowed to keep.

          ‘ pardon my lady but I don't understand you ’ Agnes said in a confused tone.

            ‘ do you report to the king or my husband.? ’

            ‘ the king, lady Isobel ’  Agnes said bowing her head thinking that the shouting is about to start.

             ‘ good then I will need your help. My husband has decided to break my spirit and he wants to do it through the vicious ladies in the king court ’

       ‘ my Lady I have always been a slave. You should get a noblewoman as your ally. ’ Agnes said suddenly with understanding.

      ‘ I should but then I know the usefulness of slaves, they see everything, hear everything, know everything while been ignored, please am begging you to help me. ’ Isobel finish in a pleading tone .

        ‘ I will my lady. ’ Agnes said only because she believes that Lady Isobel is better than princess Whitney who has been forcing herself on lord Andrew. Let the war begins. And this was a war she would gladly welcome. Princess Whitney had it coming for her in a long time.