At the King's Command (The Tudor Rose Trilogy, Book 1)
pissed off by way of his personal mess ups at matrimony, King Henry VIII punishes an insolent nobleman by means of commanding him to marry the vagabond lady stuck stealing his horse. Stephen de Lacey is a chilly and sour widower, lengthy familiar with the sovereign's capricious and malicious whims. He regards his new bride as totally inconvenient…though undeniably fetching.
But Juliana Romanov isn't any usual thief—she is a Russian princess pressured into hiding by way of the traitorous cabal who slaughtered her relations. in the future she hopes to come back to Muscovy to hunt vengeance.
What starts off as a mockery of a wedding finally blossoms into private love.
Blade, he grasped the man’s wrist and dragged him to the floor. Jillie Egan introduced her rake crashing down at the Russian’s head. taking a look fearful and frighteningly younger, package rode towards the left flank of the Russians. As a tribute to Stephen’s education within the tilting backyard, he struck with special target and timing, sending his opponent toppling. along with his sword nonetheless locked opposed to his opponent’s, Stephen observed Juliana and Alexei drop from sight down the opposite part of the hill. “Go after.
Its huge middle stone as darkly significant as clean blood. “What do you do after supper, my lord?” she requested softly. Her query panicked him, and he lashed out in anger. “I’m occasionally wont to tumble a wench or two.” Narrowing his eyes, he permit his burning gaze sweep over her. “Three are even better.” Her small the teeth stuck within the fullness of her decrease lip. “I don't think you.” “You recognize not anything approximately me,” he stated. She shrugged, the movement of her shoulders as swish as a waterfall.
woman raised amid a tribe of itinerant beggars. may well she have received such complete abilities just by imitation? It used to be the final unanswerable query that happened to Stephen earlier than he became to his spouse and held her shut, and earlier than sleep claimed him, he puzzled precisely who it used to be he held in his fingers. 4 “Gajo!” roared a livid voice. “When I end with you, there won’t be sufficient left of you to feed to the swine!” Juliana sprang up in mattress and blinked on the sunlit chamber.
It, Wimberleigh?” Stephen couldn’t support himself. A killing rage rose like a fountain of fireside within him. “To hell along with your droit du seigneur.” He grew to become on his heel and strode from the Royal Bedchamber. although good conscious of the infraction he used to be committing, he couldn't be a keen participant within the widespread, vicious diversion that so thrilled Henry. The red-and-white livery of the king’s Welsh yeomen handed in a blur as Stephen strode out into the paved primary courtroom. looking a spot to chill.
Plan,” she acknowledged. “Aye,” he acknowledged, and she or he was once shocked, for she had anticipated a controversy from him. “It’s a great plan certainly, Juliana.” He reached out and touched the end of her nostril. “You’ve a smudge of plaster right here, my lady.” Juliana was once so startled by means of his whimsical temper that she easily stood with mouth agape as he strode back off the aisle and walked out into the daylight. This undertaking fed on her. Distracted her from pursuing her target. occasionally she went for days at a time with no.