Besieged and Betrothed

‘As soon as you lower the drawbridge.’

This time she felt as if he’d actually taken the dagger and stabbed her in the heart with it. No matter how angry she was with him, the thought of being abandoned to Sir Guian was ten times worse! How could he? Didn’t he know what kind of lecherous snake the Baron was?

Her heart sank. Of course he knew. That was probably the reason he hadn’t told her the whole truth in the first place. He knew and he didn’t care. Why would he? He hadn’t even known what she looked like twenty-four hours ago. He’d probably forget her in less time—as soon as he rode back over the drawbridge most likely. Why would he care who he left her with? She was the one reading too much into one kiss—a kiss that he didn’t even remember! No wonder he had no compunction about leaving her. It would be strange if he did. She was the one behaving as if their encounter had meant something, which it most definitely hadn’t!

Briefly, she considered pushing past him, rushing down the steps and calling her men back to arms. But it was hopeless. Even if she did somehow manage to get past him, the possibility of which she seriously doubted, everything else he’d told her was true. He hadn’t lied about their being outnumbered, nor about the stren

gth of the castle’s defences. If she reneged on her surrender, it would scarcely delay the inevitable and put her men in even more jeopardy.

‘Lady Juliana?’ Lothar’s expression seemed to shift slightly, betraying the faintest hint of some emotion. ‘Do you have any cause to object to Sir Guian?’

She held back a snort of derision. Aye, she had plenty of cause, not that she was going to admit it to him. She hadn’t told anyone what had happened that day in the Baron’s tent when he’d tried first to seduce and then to force himself on her, hoping that silence might make the feelings of humiliation and rage go away. They hadn’t, but she wasn’t going to tell anything to a man who’d just proven he couldn’t be trusted! He’d already tricked her into cutting his bonds and surrendering. She wasn’t going to show him any more weakness.

‘Would it make any difference?’

‘It might.’

A muscle jumped in his cheek as he answered. He looked different suddenly, less rigidly controlled, as if she’d inadvertently found a crack in his stone-clad exterior. His grey eyes were narrowed to slits and yet somehow they seemed to be smouldering, too, like coals newly stoked into life.

‘What do you care?’ She felt a strange tingling sensation start to build in her toes and move up through her body, something between fear and excitement.

‘If you have cause...’ the muscle in his cheek twitched again ‘...then I could speak to him before I go. Make him understand the kind of behaviour the Empress expects.’

Her cheeks flared. That proved it. He definitely knew what kind of a man the Baron was, as if he already knew what had happened between them. But he couldn’t, no one did. In which case, he must only suspect. And yet he seemed to be offering to help her, too, to talk to Sir Guian, for all the good it would do. The man was too arrogant to pay heed to anyone else. Though if anyone could persuade him...

She folded her arms, refusing to consider it. There was no point anyway. Even if she could bring herself to admit the shameful truth—that she’d been naive enough to agree to a private negotiation, what could a soldier, a sergeant, do against a Baron? No, she’d taken care of herself then and she’d keep on doing it. She didn’t need any man to protect her. Now that she knew what to expect from Sir Guian she wouldn’t be caught off guard again, could fight him off a second time if she had to. And at least she knew the kind of man he was...unlike Lothar. She had only the vaguest idea of who he was. For all she knew, he might be even worse!

No, she conceded, that wasn’t fair. He wouldn’t be worse. Even when she’d been pretending to seduce him, he’d barely touched her, up until the point when she’d kissed him anyway. She’d given him more opportunity and far more encouragement than she had the Baron, yet Lothar was the one who’d behaved like a true knight. If he were the one holding the castle, then she’d have no cause to fear him, not in that regard anyway, though that was probably just because he wasn’t attracted to her. He’d made that clear enough when he’d laughed at her pathetic attempt at seduction. He’d probably only kissed her back because he’d been drugged and she’d thrown herself at him, responding by instinct rather than inclination. A wave of mortification washed over her. Of course a man like him wouldn’t be attracted to a woman like her. She’d been a fool to think otherwise and if he intended to leave then the sooner he was gone, the better! Her secret would be safer with him gone anyway...

‘It’s none of your concern.’ She turned her back on him, heading for the stairwell. ‘You’re leaving and I have a castle to surrender. We ought to get on with it.’

‘Did he touch you?’

She froze mid-step, arrested by the tone of his voice. It sounded deep and threatening, like the rumble of thunder before a storm. Nervously, she peered back over her shoulder, struck by the same impression of danger she’d felt when she’d first glimpsed him over the battlements, of darkness held in check. Except that now, the darkness was there on the surface, barely restrained any more. His question seemed to offer her the power to unleash it, but why? Why would he care what the Baron had done, or tried to do, to her? Why would he want to avenge her? And yet he looked about ready to maim someone. The skin over his jaw looked so tight she was half-afraid it might tear—as if he might snap. If she wanted revenge on Sir Guian, then she wouldn’t get a better opportunity. It would be one way of making sure he didn’t touch her again and she’d only be telling the truth.

She caught her breath, appalled by the temptation. They might be at war, but there’d been enough violence already and she had the sudden, powerful conviction that she didn’t want to know how dangerous this man could be. The look of raw, unrestrained fury on his face made her wish that his impenetrable mask were back on again. Clearly that was all it had been—a mask. The force of emotion beneath was truly terrifying.

‘Lady Juliana?’ His whole body seemed to bristle when she didn’t answer. ‘Did he hurt you?’

‘No. He didn’t touch me.’ She said the words quickly but firmly, starting down the stairwell at once so that he couldn’t read the lie on her face, acutely aware of his footsteps following close behind.

‘Where are my weapons?’

‘Why?’ She felt her heartbeat accelerate with panic. ‘I thought this was going to be a peaceful surrender?’

‘Where are they?’

‘In the keep.’ She turned to face him as they reached the bottom of the stairwell. ‘Just where you left them, but...’

Her protest faded away as he stormed off, marching towards the keep as if she hadn’t bothered speaking at all. From the murderous look on his face, she had the distinct feeling that he couldn’t hear anybody. Despite all her efforts, it seemed that she’d unleashed a wild animal in the bailey after all.

She glanced towards the drawbridge and then back at the keep again. What had she just done?

Chapter Nine

‘Is it true, my lady? Are we really surrendering?’

Juliana met Ulf’s dour gaze and nodded regretfully, raising her voice so that the rest of her men could hear her, too.