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Warprize (Seven Brides for Seven Bastards, 5)(MFMMMMMM)
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chausses. "Shouldn't you be curious about Lady Rosamund?" A
half grin lifted one side of his lips. Almost, Cedney thought,
a guilty grin.
    "I have heard all about Lady Rosamund
already," she replied drily. "From her own angry lips."
    His smile gained confidence and
developed into a dour chuckle. "Can you understand the
language?"
    "More than I wish to," she admitted
with a sigh. "I think it would be a very good thing for a marriage
if neither man nor woman speaks the other's tongue. Much less
chance of a disagreement."
    Rufus laughed loudly, leaning back in
his chair to look at her.
    Suddenly, without thinking, Cedney
reached for the ale jug and poured for him. He paused again, in the
process of licking his fingers. Rufus stared at his cup and then at
her hands around the jug.
    Cedney realized what she'd done— taken
a woman's role as if it was natural. She hastily sought to cover
her mistake. Looking around, she summoned one of the serving girls
and angrily chided her for not keeping their guest's cup filled.
The girl looked surprised to be shouted at, but Cedney quickly
grabbed a leg of pheasant for herself and bit into it, resting her
elbows on the table. After a few moments she managed a burp
too.
    Something warned her it wasn't
enough.
    The man at her side was too quiet.
Thinking. That was never a good thing in a man.
    Further, he was a stranger, an
outsider. He might look at her differently and see through her
disguise.
    But as Cedney chewed her meat and saw
him fidgeting and restless in her side vision, she realized that
she had cause to be just as doubtful about him, since he was not at
all as he'd been described to her. And he didn't seem to know how
many brothers he had, what they did or who they
worshipped.
     

Chapter Four
     
    "So now it is my turn to ask
questions," he said suddenly.
    "If you wish." The young man kept his
gaze focused across the hall. "I'm sure you have much to ask, on
your niece's behalf."
    "How long have you led these
men?"
    "Since my father died, seven winters
gone."
    "You must have been no more than a
child then."
    A shrug lifted the lad's nearest
shoulder. "Some might think so. I must say I never felt much like a
child. As my father's only heir I knew I had large boots to fill
one day. I was prepared."
    Dom stared hard at Cedney Bloodwynne's
profile and then looked again at those hands, which had moved to
pour his ale before they stopped abruptly and summoned a servant
instead. They were long, narrow hands, not soft or lazy. There was
a slight upward tilt to his nose and the eyelashes were of
considerable length. The hair was crudely chopped, kissed by the
sun. Not much attempt had been made to tidy it before he greeted
his bride. In fact, the unkempt appearance might almost
be...deliberate.
    "Do you look forward to marriage,
Bloodwynne?"
    "Of course. It is a duty I must
undertake." But this was said wearily, eyelids lowered, chin
down.
    "You will treat Lady Rosamund well? As
her uncle, I must ask these things, you understand."
    "Yes." Cedney hesitated, blinked and
then, apparently, thought better of saying anything
more.
    "Perhaps I will stay a day or two, to
be sure she settles in."
    The young man turned to look at him.
"As you wish."
    "You might welcome the advice I can
give." He paused, looked at Cedney's hands again and added, "Since
you have no male relative here to help you."
    "I have counselors."
    "I meant, to help you...with a bride.
To school you in what needs to be done."
    A very slight blush colored the young
lord's cheeks and Dom felt his cock stir again. Anyone might think
it had been too long without action from the way that eager organ
behaved tonight.
    Cedney lowered his innocent blue gaze
once more and Dom watched white teeth clamp down on the full lower
lip. His heartbeat changed from a steady canter to a reckless
gallop. What the hell was happening to him?
    "I think I know what must be done with
a bride," the young man muttered, his tone sullen.
    "I did not mean to
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