crossed the
room, his eyes glaring like a wolf in the night.
Kate
backed away. “Nay, you’ll not hurt that child.”
“Then
you’ll do as I say, now remove your garments. I’ll not hurt you, if you do my
will.”
She
walked away from him, stalling, hoping to think of some means of escape, but he
blocked the path to the door. She felt an intense pain in her chest as panic
seized control over her.
“B-but
I-I am betrothed, surely you don’t wish to go against the king.” It was all she
could think of to say.
“The
king is a sniveling fool. Your betrothal will not come to pass, Aldwyn will
listen to me. Ah, my dear Kaitlin, there are many things we need to discuss
this night, but after we enjoy our pleasure. One of which is the medallion, I
know you have it. You believe me a fool, don’t ye?”
His
voice lowered to such a pitch that it frightened Kate. Fear mingled with panic
in her stomach, and she thought she’d be ill. Just what had he intended when he
brought her to his home? Surely he wouldn’t go against the king and refute her
betrothal?
“I
don’t know what you speak of, Lord Richard. What medallion?”
Richard
reached out slapping her across her face, the force of it sent Kate to the
floor. She cried out, but didn’t move. She tried to abate the sting in her
cheek by rubbing it. Richard grabbed her arm, jerking her to him.
“Don’t
lie to me, I know ye have it. Where is it?”
“I’ll
never give it to you, never. You are a blackheart. My father told me not to
trust ye. I’ll die before I give it to you.” She pulled away from him.
Richard
laughed wickedly. “If that’s your wish, Kaitlin, I shall find the medallion
amongst your belongings, but first, I’ll enjoy myself. You’ve become rather
appealing. Now remove your garments or I’ll have the child fetched so she can
witness your downfall.”
Kate
searched the room with a quick glance, her mind racing. Terror spread
throughout her insides, shaking every nerve in her body. He stalked about the
room, removing his robe. When he stood before her, she gagged. The man wasn’t
well made, she was ready to lose her supper, but suppressed the urge to gag
again.
He
reached out grasping her arm. Kate struggled, trying to get free from his
clutch, but he threw her on the bed and laid his body atop hers. He pulled at
her garments, his hands moved over her body touching her lewdly. She started to
scream, but his chilling laughter banished her panic.
She
focused her eyes on the canopy above. Reaching behind her, she tried to grab
anything she could from the stand by the bed. Why couldn’t she have left the
dagger on the table? She felt a quill used for writing—that wouldn’t do. Then
she felt the book she’d been reading to Bonnie. The tomb was quite heavy and
she could barely lift it with one hand. She held it with both hands now.
Richard
pawed her breast and kissed her face. How could she stand it, she wondered? He
pressed his body against her, apparently mindless to what she was doing. She
gripped the book tightly, bringing it down on his head as hard as she could. A
loud whacking noise followed and he stilled.
Had
she killed him? Her breath rasped from the exertion and she pushed him off her,
grabbing the tie from his robe and bound his wrists then she gagged him with a
belt. She hadn’t killed him, she realized when she felt his breath when gagging
him. At least she’d made it so that he’d spend the entire night there. He
couldn’t give an alert that she fled. That was, of course, until someone found
him, hopefully in the morning. Her chest still rose and fell rapidly.
Kate
went to the basin and splashed water on her face. The vile man had touched her.
She was disgusted, and tried to calm her indignation. Her torn garment drew her
notice, so she donned a cloak. She picked up her satchel, threw in her rope and
candles, clutched Trixie under her belly then ran for her life.
She
reached the kitchens and called to Bonnie.
room, his eyes glaring like a wolf in the night.
Kate
backed away. “Nay, you’ll not hurt that child.”
“Then
you’ll do as I say, now remove your garments. I’ll not hurt you, if you do my
will.”
She
walked away from him, stalling, hoping to think of some means of escape, but he
blocked the path to the door. She felt an intense pain in her chest as panic
seized control over her.
“B-but
I-I am betrothed, surely you don’t wish to go against the king.” It was all she
could think of to say.
“The
king is a sniveling fool. Your betrothal will not come to pass, Aldwyn will
listen to me. Ah, my dear Kaitlin, there are many things we need to discuss
this night, but after we enjoy our pleasure. One of which is the medallion, I
know you have it. You believe me a fool, don’t ye?”
His
voice lowered to such a pitch that it frightened Kate. Fear mingled with panic
in her stomach, and she thought she’d be ill. Just what had he intended when he
brought her to his home? Surely he wouldn’t go against the king and refute her
betrothal?
“I
don’t know what you speak of, Lord Richard. What medallion?”
Richard
reached out slapping her across her face, the force of it sent Kate to the
floor. She cried out, but didn’t move. She tried to abate the sting in her
cheek by rubbing it. Richard grabbed her arm, jerking her to him.
“Don’t
lie to me, I know ye have it. Where is it?”
“I’ll
never give it to you, never. You are a blackheart. My father told me not to
trust ye. I’ll die before I give it to you.” She pulled away from him.
Richard
laughed wickedly. “If that’s your wish, Kaitlin, I shall find the medallion
amongst your belongings, but first, I’ll enjoy myself. You’ve become rather
appealing. Now remove your garments or I’ll have the child fetched so she can
witness your downfall.”
Kate
searched the room with a quick glance, her mind racing. Terror spread
throughout her insides, shaking every nerve in her body. He stalked about the
room, removing his robe. When he stood before her, she gagged. The man wasn’t
well made, she was ready to lose her supper, but suppressed the urge to gag
again.
He
reached out grasping her arm. Kate struggled, trying to get free from his
clutch, but he threw her on the bed and laid his body atop hers. He pulled at
her garments, his hands moved over her body touching her lewdly. She started to
scream, but his chilling laughter banished her panic.
She
focused her eyes on the canopy above. Reaching behind her, she tried to grab
anything she could from the stand by the bed. Why couldn’t she have left the
dagger on the table? She felt a quill used for writing—that wouldn’t do. Then
she felt the book she’d been reading to Bonnie. The tomb was quite heavy and
she could barely lift it with one hand. She held it with both hands now.
Richard
pawed her breast and kissed her face. How could she stand it, she wondered? He
pressed his body against her, apparently mindless to what she was doing. She
gripped the book tightly, bringing it down on his head as hard as she could. A
loud whacking noise followed and he stilled.
Had
she killed him? Her breath rasped from the exertion and she pushed him off her,
grabbing the tie from his robe and bound his wrists then she gagged him with a
belt. She hadn’t killed him, she realized when she felt his breath when gagging
him. At least she’d made it so that he’d spend the entire night there. He
couldn’t give an alert that she fled. That was, of course, until someone found
him, hopefully in the morning. Her chest still rose and fell rapidly.
Kate
went to the basin and splashed water on her face. The vile man had touched her.
She was disgusted, and tried to calm her indignation. Her torn garment drew her
notice, so she donned a cloak. She picked up her satchel, threw in her rope and
candles, clutched Trixie under her belly then ran for her life.
She
reached the kitchens and called to Bonnie.
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