Tavern Tart 12 (fm:one-on-one, 3264 words) [12/17] show all parts | |||
Author: Will Buster | |||
Added: Jan 30 2010 | Views / Reads: 366 / 320 [87%] | Part vote: 10.00 (5 votes) | |
Meg's fiery love play and Fitzherbert money satisfy Roland's honor. Walter is permanently removed from Tamworth. | |||
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Meg was in turmoil. She'd been listening to her husband rave on about how he would take on the entire Fitzherbert clan if need be. His words were proud and filled with righteous indignation. But what if he were killed? Who would take care of her then? It was a fine thing to speak about lofty concepts such as justice and vengeance and all the rest. But, who would comfort her at night? How could she have children if the man she loved was six feet beneath the earth? She knew with utter certainty that no other man would have her, nor would any other man in this hell hole be worthy of her. She'd lain with Roland and the though of bedding any other man was now totally repugnant to her. She was both afraid and angry as she stripped off her clothing and slipped into their bed. Well, she'd just have to put the heat on in her own special ways.
Roland was already into the tavern routine. He secured the front door, cleaned the table tops and made sure the water bucket was full. The day's profits were placed in a secret compartment near the hearth. All was quiet. He was still seething with fury when he thought of Walter's craven attack on his person. He didn't know which had offended him more. The fact that the attack occurred in the sanctuary, or the cowardly attempt on his life. Well, he'd leave the business in God's hands as well as his ever trusty blade. At last he entered their room. It was darker than usual. The wench hadn't lit a candle. It didn't ...
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