It’s the middle of the week, and whilst the #WIPItUp blog may have finished, I’m way too immersed in the dark romance of my Vikings not to bring you another sizzling snippet!
In this scene, Aurelie is about to find out what happens when she defies the will of her Viking master…
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“Your Highness!” The guard from our chamber sounds desperate, and I turn to see him wide-eyed. “Please, we must go!”
My chest is heaving as though my heart will rise from my throat at any moment. “Of course,” I agree finally, falling back to his side, but it’s too late, and we both know it.
“What is going on here?” The voice of my husband shatters what little remains of my composure, and I spin to see him standing behind me, his expression darkening as he takes in the scene. “Take the prisoner back to the dungeon – he is to be released later.”
“Ja , My Lofðungr,” replies the guard. He shouts an order in Norse, and the procession moves on, taking Magnus with them.
I blink up at Anders, my eyes large as he glowers at me. With one long stride he reaches me, his attention turning to the guard at my side. “You had one order,” he hisses at him. “One, simple instruction.”
The man gulps, knowing he is in deep trouble. “My Lofðungr,” he replies deferentially. “I am sorry. I…”
Anders silences him with one raised palm. “What was that instruction? Tell me please.”
The guard stutters to a halt, eyeing me momentarily. “You asked me to keep Her Highness safe, and in your room…” His voice trails away, and I flush as his admission hangs in the air around us.
Anders’ eyes flicker between the two of us before they fall back to his guard. “You have failed in this one instruction,” he tells him, solemnly. “And you will pay the price for it.”
The guard’s eyes fall south, shame evident on his face and all at once I am sorry for the trouble I have caused him.
“My Lofðungr, please,” I begin, imploring him to see reason. “Do not punish this man. This was not his fault – I was the one who stole away and came to find you.”
His eyes are on me in a heartbeat, surveying me with an intensity which I haven’t seen since we married. “I am well aware of whose responsibility this is,” he replies, his tone low and little more than a sneer. I still, my heart pounding out of control at his powerful implication. “You shall be dealt with also, My Lady, and that’s a promise…”
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