The Dragon Lord (14 page)

Rose suppressed a smile. Dragon cared naught for her, so why would he be jealous? The reason came to her in a burst of insight. Dragon was a possessive man, one who did not relinquish easily that which he considered his. She was his property, like Dragonwyck, and was to be held at all costs. Rose pondered her lowly place in Dragon’s life and wondered how long it would be before he sent for his mistress.

“Rose, did you hear me?” Dominic growled. “You will not leave Dragonwyck without my permission, nor are you to seek out Gunn for any reason.”

“Once again you accuse me falsely,” Rose charged.“I am not interested in Gunn.”

“What are you interested in?” Dominic asked.

“My home. My family. Our people.”

“Do you want children, Rose?”

“I always thought children would be a blessing and a comfort,” Rose said wistfully.

Dragon’s expression gave away nothing of his thoughts. Was he thinking about the children he might have had with his mistress? Rose wondered. A daunting thought occurred to her. Did he want that other woman to be the mother of his children?

Rose blurted out the question before she could change her mind. The expression on Dominic’s face made her wish she had held her tongue.

“You are the woman who can give me legitimate children, not Veronica.”

Veronica. Now she knew the name of the woman he loved. But when Rose considered his answer, she decided he had adeptly evaded her question.

“I know you did not ask,” Dominic continued, “but I will tell you anyway. I want children, Rose. There is not a man alive who does not want heirs. One day our son will be Lord of Dragonwyck.”

Rose swallowed convulsively. The thought of having Dragon’s children brought her no pleasure when she knew that the father of her future children loved another woman.

“Mayhap I am barren,” Rose said for lack of a better answer.

“Time will tell,” Dominic said. Abruptly he changed the subject. “Did your uncle say when he was leaving?”

Rose was not sorry to see the end of the previous discussion and answered with alacrity. “Nay, but I doubt his visit will be an extended one. He must return soon to protect his demesne from rival clans.”

“Good,” Dominic said as he placed a portion of stewed root vegetables on the trencher. “I will not be sorry to see the last of him. I have been thinking,” he continued,“Christmastide is a perfect time for a celebration. We could invite the marcher barons and their families and announce our marriage at the same time.‘Tis time I met those of King John’s barons whom I do not already know.”

“You wish to hold a fete?” Rose repeated.“Tis a great undertaking, my lord. Rooms must be prepared and the keep cleaned from top to bottom. We need to send out hunters and fishermen immediately, and make sure enough help is available to cook and prepare food for the banqueting tables.”

“Can it be done?” Dominic asked.

Actually, the idea of a Christmas celebration excited Rose. Visiting with friends from other baronies was always a treat. Organizing a grand fete would be difficult in the short time available, but not impossible.

“Aye, it can be done with enough help.”

“We can hold the celebration between Christmas Day and Twelfth Night, with activities like hunting and hawking on each of the twelve days,” Dominic decided. “My knights will provide fresh game and fish, and I will send out riders with invitations to the marcher barons. Does that meet with your approval?”

“Aye. Mama and Papa always handed out gifts on the first day of January,” Rose said wistfully. “Each villein received a length of cloth and food. I hope there is enough cloth in our stores to accommodate our people.”

“You must check the stores,” Dominic said. “We, too, will make gifts to our people.”

Rose nodded silent agreement, keeping her most fervent wish to herself. She wanted her mother and Starla to visit Dragonwyck during the festivities but did not know how Dragon would react to her request.

The meal ended, and a place was cleared in the center of the hall for the bard. Rose had not been on hand when he had arrived earlier in the day and was surprised at his advanced age. Though he was strong in body and limb, his hair was long and white, as was his beard. But his twinkling blue eyes showed no sign of age; they were as bright and inquisitive as a youth’s.

“His name is Cynric,“Dominic said as the bard sat cross-legged on a bench and signaled for quiet.

Cynric began his story. It was an exciting tale about a brave knight and his daring exploits, and Rose sat on the edge of her seat as the story unfolded. Cynric described a knight of spectacular courage, a veritable dragon, and told of his battles against infidels, of the terrible wound he had incurred, and of the freed slave who had become his shadow and his protector.

It was not long into the tale that Rose realized the story was about Dragon. The flesh on the back of her neck prickled when the bard spoke of Dragon’s prowess with women and how he had finally fallen in love with a woman of extraordinary beauty, a fearless warrior woman of exceptional courage. Rose nearly laughed aloud, for nothing could be further from the truth.

Rose glanced at Dragon, surprised to see him watching her. She met his gaze unflinchingly, but warmth heated her cheeks.

“He is talking about you, Rose,” Dominic said. “You are the warrior woman in Cynric’s story.”

“That seems highly unlikely,” Rose scoffed, returning her attention to the bard, who was nearing the end of his tale. She knew better than to believe Dragon loved her, for she was no fool. The skilled bard was simply making a story more interesting by embellishing it with untruths.

“Cynric tells a good story,” Rose said. “You should invite him to return for the Christmas festivities, or mayhap he will remain for the winter and regale us nightly with his tales.”

” Tis a thought,” Dominic said.

The bard finished his story and began another, this one about a lady imprisoned in a tower and her brave rescuer. Rose was engrossed in the tale when Dominic leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Shall we to bed, wife?”

“Nay. I wish to hear the end of the story.*

His eyes glowed hot with desire. “I will tell you the ending in our bedchamber.”

Rose hesitated, trying to think of a way to avoid Dragon’s attentions. Every time he made love to her, she lost a small part of herself, and that frightened her.

“Since it is still early, I thought I would invite Lady Emily and Lady Blythe to the solar to help plan the feast. There is so little time left and so much to do. You do not mind, do you?”

“Of course I mind, but I will not interfere with your plans. I suppose I can confer with Eric and my knights about tomorrow’s hunt, and instruct the scribe to compose invitations to our guests. Very well, Rose. You and your ladies have until Compline, but after that, you are mine.”

Rose exhaled a sigh of relief when Dragon rose and joined a group of knights at one of the trestle tables. Now all she had to do was find Emily and Blythe, explain about the celebration and invite them to the solar.

“I thought Dragon would never leave ye alone, lass.”

Rose had not seen her uncle approach and was startled to see him. “Was there something you wanted, Uncle?”

“Aye, lass. Come to my chamber. I wish a private word with ye.”

“Nay. I cannot forget what happened the last time we were alone.”

“Ah, ‘tis sorry I am, lass. I dinna mean to hurt ye. I was always kind to ye and yer family, if ye recollect. Yer mother would want ye to listen to what I have to say.”

Rose wanted to refuse but had not the heart to deny her uncle a few minutes of her time. For her mother’s sake, she decided to hear him out.

“Very well. I will come to your chamber as soon as I can get away, but I cannot stay long.”

“I will be waiting for ye, lass. Dinna delay.”

After Murdoc took his leave, Rose sought out Emily and BIythe and asked them to await her in the solar while she had a private word with her uncle in his chamber. When Rose informed them about the festivities Dominic planned for Christmas, they clapped their hands excitedly and agreed with alacrity.

They parted and Rose left the hall, unaware that Raj was trailing behind her.

Rose reached her uncle’s room and rapped on the door. A muffled voice invited her to enter. Rose opened the door and stepped inside. The chamber was dark but for the dim light of a single candle resting on a bedside table.

“Uncle? Where are you?”

Suddenly the door behind her slammed shut and she heard the distinct metallic sound of a key turning in the lock. Whirling, she was stunned to see Gunn grinning at her as he dropped the door key into his sporran.

“Gunn! What are you doing here? Where is Uncle Murdoc?”

“Yer uncle isna here.”

“I wish to leave. Unlock the door.”

“Not yet, lass. I want to talk with ye. Yer uncle planned this meeting between us. We willna be disturbed here.”

“We have naught to discuss, Gunn.” She held out her hand.“Give me the key.”

Gunn moved so quickly, Rose could not escape him. Grasping her arms, he pulled her toward the bed and forced her to sit down on the edge.

“Dinna I just say we needed to talk? Yer uncle has a plan to get ye out of yer marriage.”

Rose shivered as a chill crept down her spine. “I already explained to Uncle Murdoc that there is naught anyone can do to make my marriage to Dragon go away. Tis legal in every way.”

Gunn sent her a sly smile. “Give yer uncle some credit, Rose.‘Tis unlikely yer husband would want ye if ye gave yerself to another man. He might even be relieved to let ye leave with us when we return to Scotland. Murdoc has friends in powerful places. Once ye swear ye were promised to me, yer marriage to Dragon will be declared invalid and no one can challenge my claim to Ayrdale.”

He pushed her and she tumbled backward onto the bed.“Do yer part, lass, and all will be well.”

“You expect me to give myself to you?” Rose gasped, scooting away from him.

“Aye, that I do.”

“You are mad as a loon, and so is my uncle.”

“Murdoc is smart as a fox. Lift yerself up so I can remove yer tunic.”

“Go to the devil! Touch me and I will scream.”

Immediately Gunn clasped a meaty paw over Rose’s mouth.” Tis too soon for us to be found together.”

Rose went wild with panic, struggling beneath the pressure of Gunn’s large body. What did Gunn mean? Who was supposed to find them together? This could not be happening to her. She had been a fool to trust Murdoc.

“Hold still, Rose. Tis not as if yer a virgin, and I dinna want this to end too soon.”

Rose stopped struggling when she realized that her gyrations were arousing Gunn. She felt the hard ridge of his manhood prodding against her stomach and went limp.

“Good lass,“Gunn said. “I knew ye’d see things my way.”

He removed his hand from her mouth and began raising the hem of her tunic. Finding her mouth suddenly free, Rose let out a piercing scream. Gunn returned his hand to her mouth, abruptly cutting off the sound.

“That wasna smart of ye, lass.”

Keeping one hand in place
over
her mouth, he yanked her tunic up past her hips with his other hand. He spread her legs with his knees and was fitting himself between them when the door splintered and crashed open.

Gunn leaped away from her and reached for his claymore. But it was too late. Raj, charging like an enraged bull, slammed into the Scot. They fell to the floor in a tangle of arms and legs, but Gunn never had a chance. Gunn was big, but Raj was larger and broader.

Rose flung her tunic back into place and rose shakily from the bed, angling around the thrashing bodies toward the door to summon help. Before she reached the ruined panel, Dragon and Murdoc appeared in the opening.

“God’s toenails, what is happening here?” Dominic roared. Then he saw Rose and his brow furrowed, as if he could not quite comprehend exactly what her presence in Murdoc’s chamber meant.

Rose’s gaze flew to her uncle, and she realized that he appeared as stunned as Dragon, though probably for different reasons.

“When you said there was something I should see in your chamber, MacTavish, I had no idea you were referring to a fight between my man and your stepson.”

“Och,neither did I,” Murdoc sputtered.

“Cease!” Dominic ordered, reaching down to lift Raj off an unmoving Gunn.“What happened, Raj?”

Raj rose to his feet, casting a contemptuous look at Gunn, who was reeling groggily and holding his head.

“I did as you asked, master,” Raj explained.“I followed Lady Rose to her uncle’s chamber and waited outside the door for her to exit. When I heard her scream, I burst into the chamber and found…”

“He found Gunn swiving yer wife,” Murdoc said tersely.“Gunn’s chamber is not so fine as mine, and he asked if he could bed Rose here. I dinna want to keep the lovers apart, so I agreed. Then I thought better of it and decided to tell ye about yer wife’s deception.”

Rose felt the walls closing in on her. How could her uncle lie with such ease? Surely Dragon did not believe him, did he? She met Dragon’s gaze and felt the heavy weight of his suspicion pressing down on her.

“Nay, he lies! Uncle Murdoc said he wanted a private word with me and asked that I attend him in his chamber. I had no idea Gunn would be here, or that he would … would …” She turned her face away, unable to look Dragon in the eye.

“Did he rape you?” Dominic asked harshly.

“Rape?” Murdoc repeated. “Ye wrong my stepson, Lord Dragon. Gunn would never rape an unwilling woman. Believe me, my niece was willing, else she would not have agreed to meet alone with Gunn.”

“Forgive me, master,” Raj interrupted, “but it did not look to me as if your lady was willing.”

“What say you, Gunn? Was my wife willing or nay?”

“She wanted me,” Gunn lied as he spat out a broken tooth. “Yer man saw what he wanted to see. Ye must not have satisfied Rose, for she was wild beneath me.”

“Get out’” Dominic thundered. “Both of you. Take your men and leave now. You have stretched my hospitality to the limit. You and your kinsmen are no longer welcome in my home.”