An Irish Flower (Medieval Romance/Adventure Story)

Chapter 8: Reprecussions

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Chapter 8

When they got back to the castle, Weylin knew he was in trouble. He was met by a group of guards that immediately whisked Maeve away to her rooms. “What do you think you're doing?” he roared, furious at their actions. He was stopped by a loud voice behind him. “I should be asking you the same question. What made you think you could take her outside these walls?” He turned and groaned when he saw his father standing behind him. He had that expression that he got when he was about to get his way.

Weylin stopped in front of his father. They were about the same height, so he stood almost nose to nose with him. “You said I could get to know her. You said I could even sleep with her if I wanted, so why is it a problem for me to take my future wife riding?” His father's gaze narrowed even further. “Because she's s prisoner, that's why! She could have distracted and escaped! Until she bears a child-” there was an ominous silence-”Whether it be yours or mine, she stays within these walls. End of story.”

Weylin moved even closer, till his nose almost touched his father's nose. “If you touch her, I will kill you.” Camlin grinned wickedly. “Finally, my son is showing some backbone. Maybe this girl is good for you after all.” Then the grin disappeared. “But if I ever thought for one moment that those words were anything more than your pride talking, I would have you killed in your sleep.” Weylin wasn't surprised; his father had one killed his own brother for threatening his authority. “You follow my rules, and she follows them too, or there will be consequences. You are not to see her until the wedding tomorrow.” With that, he turned and walked out, his fur cape blowing in the breeze.

Maeve could see them talking in the courtyard. She had been brought to her rooms and locked in. Other than a maid who immediately brought her something to drink and eat, she had no visitors until that evening, when there was a knock on the door. Hoping it was Weylin, she tentatively said “Come in!” But it was Camlin who entered her room. Startled, she started to apologize. “My lord, I meant no harm this aftern-” He cut her off. “Be silent, woman. I need to explain some things to you, things you apparently don't understand yet.”

He moved across the room and shoved her against the wall, pinning her arms with his massive hands. He learned forward until his mouth was in her ear. She was shaking in fear; he seemed not to notice. “I am the master here. You will follow the rules, or you will regret it dearly.” She started to apologize again but he clamped a hand over her mouth to silence her. “You are not to leave this castle under any circumstances until you have born a child of our bloodline. I am willing to let my son have you, but if you cross me again or don't bear him a child quickly, I will take you whether you are married to him or not.”

He pressed his pelvis against hers so she could feel his hardness through her thin dress. He other hand released her arm and moved from her waist to fondle her breast through the cloth. Tears ran down her cheeks, but she knew struggling was fruitless; he had a large knife attached to his wrist, the kind that can be instantly released with the flick of his hand. He lifted his knee to spread her legs, and lifted her dress to her knees. The sobs were audible now from behind his hand and he grinned, releasing her mouth. “You don't want this, do you?” She managed to whisper through the tears, “Please my lord, I am sorry, I will never cross you again!”

He put his hand under her dress and in one smooth motion released his wrist knife and cut her dress up the front, letting it fall to the floor. Naked except for her thin under dress, she stood frozen in front of him. He ran his fingers along the low neckline, fully aware at how much his touch disgusted her. She was trembling in fear. She tried to cover herself with her arms, but he pushed them aside and ran his finger down her throat, around her breast, down to her navel.

He finally stepped back. “Next time you cross me, I will not stop until I have done everything I want to you.” His gaze lingered on her barely clothed body. “And that could take a very long time.” He finally pulled his gaze away from her and left the room. In shock, Maeve slumped to the floor and cried.