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“Quite a lot.” He devolved, his lips strolling over her temple.
Her hands caressed his torso, warm and appreciative. “Not very promising for the outdoors.”
“It might not last long.” He said, knowing as active as she was, she always wanted to ride or walk the grounds.
“I can stay in the library.” Her fingers explored his biceps.
“Which you like, as far as I can see.” His hand descended along her dainty spine.
She nodded, her hair spreading even more on him. “Did your father refurbish it, too?”
“I did it.” He said casually. The refurbishing took place when he came to live here after the war.
At that, her attention came back to him. “Who suggested the Arthurian-themed stained glass windows?”
“I gave the architect some hints.” His thumb roamed her cheek.
And he hunted for the early editions of her favourite books.
Her liquid eyes wide on him, she continued. “The book of Tristan and Iseult was made by order, as well.”
“Yes. I contacted an artist skilled in mediaeval illumination.” She saw the book, then. “I thought you would like it.”
At that, she abruptly sat up, the coverlet uncovering her lacy gown. But…” Her face became a study in bewilderment. “I was not here…” She trailed off uncertain.
“You were married by all accounts.” His eyes focused on her, trying not to remember the darkest period of his life.
“Romulus…” Rubbing her face, her brows pleated, seemingly confused.
“Hm?” Her gaze so intent on him, it caused a physical reaction. A very hot one.
“You… you did it for me?” She sat on her feet by him, inclining her torso towards his as if attempting to find her footing.
“Thinking of you, yes.” His arms rested under his head, his broad chest open for her view.
Her hands covered the lower part of her face. “Why?” It came muffled and incredulous.
“Can you not guess?” Their eyes merged fast in the morning light.
“I-I-“ Palms flying to her bosom, the picture of utter overwhelming.
“I never stopped loving you, Annabel.” This came hoarse. “Don’t you know it?” Besides his chest, his heart lay open at the moment.
Then her touch captured his bristle jaw, and she was over him, with a such a shaken look on her, her stare stabbing his with undiluted intensity. “No, you darned man, I don’t know it!”
Moisture leaked down his nose and brows. His warrior-queen crying? “Come here.” With one arm, he tumbled her on bed and pinned her with his body. They became a maze of limbs and heated caresses. “Why on Earth would I want to marry you, hellion?” He murmured, none too steady.
“For heirs?” Her fingers merged in his sleek hair.
“No.” One arm locked around her waist. “To imprison you in my castle, with me.”
She smiled the sweetest in between tears. “You barbarian!”
“With you I am the most primitive barbarian from the remotest land.” His thumbs wiped her tears.
Silence befell them as they devoured each other with their eyes for long moments.
“Romulus Fabien,” she whispered.
