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Holland could do nothing to expedite matters but hope and pray, but there was something he could do right here in Calais to greatly enhance his own fortune. Since Fate
helped those who helped themselves, he made up his mind to get his hands on the Earl of Kent’s vast wealth.

As he watched Joan in the courtyard, he continually fantasized about all the things he wanted to do to her, all the things he wanted her to do to him. Her easy laughter filled the rooms and her very smile had a come-hither quality about it. Holland was swollen with lust just watching her, but all her smiles were for her goddamn brother at the moment. His hand slipped inside his chausses. He would have to ease himself before he opened the rest of his dispatches, but he vowed that soon he would ease himself on his wife’s pampered body.

When Holland returned to his desk, the sun was setting on the empty courtyard. Kent had likely gone off on his nightly jaunt and Joan would be supping in her chamber with only her maid for company. He reached for the diplomatic pouch and took out a dispatch marked urgent. When he opened it, his hands shook with impotent rage. He saw it was from the Prince of Wales, informing him that the royal family and the entire Court were sailing for Bordeaux, and as Steward of the Royal Household his services would be needed there immediately.

“A pox on all princes,” he muttered with hatred. So, the lily-livered De Beauchamp hadn’t had enough guts to administer the coup de grace yet. Well, it took a lot of balls to assassinate a royal. He’d have to take the initiative and show Robert how it was done!

The letter gave him an excuse to seek out Joan. He made his way from his own wing into that part of the building where Joan had her private chambers. Not many of the servants were about at this hour, so he went directly to her sitting room and knocked on the door.

Glynis opened it and stared at him with hostility. She did not like John Holland with his thick bull-neck and his stocky build. She had witnessed how he had almost stalked Joan until the prince took a proprietary interest in her.

“What do you want, sir?”

“My business is with Lady Joan Holland.”

“She is resting,” Glynis temporized.

“She is my wife. Step aside.” His stance was so threatening, Glynis knew he would not be opposed.

“Who is it?” Joan called.

“It is John, my lady.”

Joan came quickly to the door. “Come in, my lord.” Her hand went to her breast in alarm. “Is anything wrong? Is it Edward?”

“It concerns the Prince of Wales, yes. It would be best if we could speak in private, my lady.”

Glynis glared venom.

“It’s all right, Glynis. I’ll be fine.” Joan smiled apprehensively, needing to know immediately if aught was amiss with Edward.

When they were alone, Holland turned solicitous. “Pray sit down, Joan. Your welfare is in my hands. I cannot help worrying now that your time draws close.”

“Why, thank you for your concern, John, but I believe I have at least another month to go. What brings you?”

“The royal household is moving to Bordeaux and I have orders for us to travel there. However, I do not think it advisable for us to leave until after the birth of your child.”

“Oh, I am feeling quite well, John. If Edward wants me, I must leave immediately.”

It infuriated him that she would rush to do Edward’s bidding! “It is thoughtless of him to expect you to undertake such a long, hazardous journey. He cannot realize how far along you are. It would pose a danger to both you and the child!”

“John, it is most kind of you to concern yourself with me, but you must not be critical of Prince Edward. He only wants what is best for me, and what is best for me is to be with him as soon as I may.”

“Joan, you don’t seem to realize that I am your legal husband and will be the legal father of your child. If aught goes wrong on the long journey to Bordeaux, I will be held responsible.”

She politely ignored his words. “I shall ask my brother to provide a ship. We can sail there in comfort. I’ll pack at once. If the mail pouch has arrived from Windsor, Edward must have sent a letter for me.” She moved toward the adjoining door gracefully, though she was large with child. “Glynis, love, would you go with Sir John to fetch my letter?”

Brianna and Adele spent the entire day packing for Bordeaux. Paddy and Ali came in and out, taking crates and trunks that belonged to Hawksblood. Brianna glanced at her worktable set up in an alcove of the sitting room. It was covered with paints and brushes, sketches of gods from Greek mythology and a half-finished picture portraying the early Vikings who had settled in Ireland.

“I’m sorry, Paddy, I should have cleaned off my table and sorted out what I want to take with me.”

“No, no, my lady, I have strict instructions to leave it be until tomorrow. Your husband says you like to paint in the evening.”

“Oh, thank you.” Christian was so thoughtful about everything that concerned her. He anticipated her every need, discerned her moods, knew even when she had a headache. He was gentle, tender, and loving. And yet there was a terrible barrier between them that prevented total intimacy. Until of course they were within the bed curtains. There, he had the power to forge physical intimacy and breach the chasm that stood between them. It entailed a fresh seduction each night, like a ballet of domination and submission, with Brianna yielding almost everything. Certainly more than she ever intended. Until daylight brought back her memories of how ruthless he had been in murdering his rival.

The moment they returned from the evening meal, Brianna repaired to her alcove, determined to finish her painting of the Vikings’ arrival in Ireland. She had created a castle on the coast and a Viking ship with its fierce conqueror standing at the prow with covetous eyes upon the lady of the castle. It was both savage and compelling, yet to Brianna it lacked something.

Her drifting imagination was brought back to the present as she heard a chuckle. Soon she could hear Hawksblood’s full-bodied laughter rolling about the chamber. A somewhat somber air had predominated in their chambers since the forced marriage. Now, however, he was clearly happy and amused over something.

Brianna marveled at how delightful it was to hear him laughing. An overwhelming desire to be included in the
laughter gripped her. She laid down her brush and emerged from her alcove to see him reading a sheaf of parchments. Her heart skipped a beat. He looked so youthful in his laughter. All his dark intensity was banished by his mirth.

He saw her immediately. “I’m reading a tale by one of the king’s clerks. It’s so droll and amusing! Though he’s changed the names to protect the guilty, I know exactly who his characters portray. You must read it, Brianna.”

“I’ve been finishing a painting, but it still lacks something.”

“The Viking warrior?”

Brianna was surprised that he knew what she was working on, yet she shouldn’t be; he took a keen interest in everything, doubly so where she was concerned.

“Let me see.”

She followed him to her worktable, suddenly shy to have his eyes upon her art.

He picked up the sketches of the Greek gods. “This is Proteus from
The Odyssey
. He continually changes shape from serpent to lion to tree.” His eyes caught and held hers. “To be in harmony we must all change … transform. We have to be able to open ourselves up to people of very different cultures to experience the full sense of connection and belonging.”

She knew he was speaking personally. “I will try,” she murmured.

Christian hoped that when they went to Bordeaux it would be a new beginning for them. Perhaps they could leave the haunting shadows of their past behind. He tore his gaze from her to look at her painting. “Your talent is a gift from the gods. Your detail is incredible.” Though their coloring was different, he recognized his own physique and features in the savage Viking conqueror. He said softly, “You know, Brianna, though they raided and eventually conquered parts of Ireland, they gave back to that land. Their customs, their strengths, their knowledge, talents, and accomplishments made Ireland a far richer culture. Their art, for instance, inspired the Celtic ribbon patterns. To the Celtic knotwork of spirals, they added the zoomorphic motif.”

“Zoomorphic?”

“Animals … the eagle, the dragon.” He began to sketch on a scrap of paper. It was a heron with a fish in its beak, its long neck curving back, entwined with the next heron to form a pattern. “Arabic art has similar intricate border patterns that utilize flowers and fruit and trees, even exotic dancers, though that kind of art is known as erotica.”

Brianna blushed prettily. “I’ll put a Celtic ribbon border around the painting to symbolize the Viking contribution. What do you think of dragons and shamrocks?”

His eyes held hers for long moments. “Enchanting,” he murmured.

Her lashes fell and she turned back to her worktable. His arms encircled her from behind, surrounding her with his love. He dropped a kiss upon the top of her head. “Don’t stay up all night, beloved. Come to me soon.”

A shiver ran down the entire length of Brianna’s spine. Ah, God in Heaven, how she would like to go to him and ravish him. How she would like to push his hard body back on the bed and make passionate love to him, instead of lying still, waiting until he had exhausted every trick to lure and seduce her into letting him have his way with her. Then after she’d made love to him fiercely and furiously, she would do it again playfully, calling forth his wonderful laugh, until they rolled helplessly about the bed, intoxicated with mirth and joy. And then when she had exhausted him with laughter, she would seduce him slowly, drawing out the pleasure so that it lasted throughout the night, building their desire with her tantalizing fingers, lips, and tongue. More than anything in the world she wanted to run the tip of her tongue along the entire length of the brand on the inside of his thigh. Tracing the curve of the blade, then moving upward to the thick handle … and beyond. It was the most erotic thought she had ever had and it stole to her often. Sometimes in broad daylight!

Brianna worked for another two hours, until her eyelids drooped from fatigue. It was so much less disturbing to sit quietly sketching and painting than to join Christian Hawksblood in his big curtained bed. It took that long for the fire in her blood to be extinguished. Finally she laid her
head down on the table. She lusted for a ruthless murderer and it covered her with self-loathing.

A muffled sob escaped her lips. Then she was being lifted in strong arms. He gently undressed her and lifted her naked into the bed. He gathered her against his side and began to talk to her. “You will love Bordeaux. ’Tis one of the loveliest places in the world, Brianna.” His voice was seductive, dark, enveloping. The way he whispered her name was wickedly enticing all by itself. It lured her to forget who she was, who he was, to forget right and wrong, to forget everything except that they lay naked in this bed. When he talked, it melted her antipathy faster than anything else could. “To reach it we sail down the curving river Garonne, whose silver water is wide enough for many tall ships. The buildings, surrounded by a white wall, are like spun sugar, some white, some pink, with red tile roofs.

“All is a profusion of flowers. Jasmine scents the warm air. Wait until you sip the chilled, delicate wine from Médoc. It will steal your senses.” His lips touched her throat and felt her frantically beating pulse. “The sun beats down from a turquoise sky. Sometimes, in the languorous afternoon, we’ll close the shutters to keep out the heat and I’ll take you to bed for a siesta.”

Love in the afternoon? Brianna bit down on the sheet to keep from moaning.

“I’ll feed you grapes and peaches filled with nectar so that your kisses will be sweeter than they’ve ever been before.” His mouth covered hers at last and she opened for the deep kiss for which he had made her thirst. When his fingers traced the petals of her woman’s center, they unfurled for him, allowing him to plunder her until they both experienced an explosion of the senses.

Once more he had bemused, beguiled, bewitched, and bedded her!

Bordeaux was exactly as Christian Hawksblood had described it. It shimmered beneath a brilliant sun. Exotic foliage with highly scented, vivid blooms filled the senses. The port itself was a fascinating collage of wine shops, alleys, street vendors, and donkeys. Stalls and carts were filled with such diverse produce as green figs, peaches,
strings of garlic and sausages. Flower-sellers offered baskets of lilies, peonies, and freesia. The women in the streets wore scarlet shawls with ornamental combs and flowers in their hair.

The magnificent royal palace had once been the Abbey of St. Andrew, but Brianna was surprised at the size and splendor of the many houses beyond it. Because Christian was needed to see to his Cornishmen and the knights from the House of Warrick, he had left Brianna and Adele in the capable hands of Paddy. Though Prince Edward’s army was considered small, ten thousand men-at-arms, a third of whom were mounted, would take at least two days to transfer from ship to barracks.

All the Plantagenets had their own separate household and servants. This time Prince John had been left behind in England as regent. Though a scandal had been avoided by taking no action against Prince Lionel, nothing could alter the fact that he had plotted against his brother and the king would never trust him again. King Edward decided the Duke of Clarence and his men would accompany him to Bordeaux where he could keep an eye on his activities.

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