“So he has bedded you,” he said. “Good. That will make my task easier when I take you to my bed and fill you full of good Welsh sons.”
Juliandra was backing away because he was advancing on her as the tables slowly turned. “The only thing you fill me full of is hatred.”
Aeron was still grinning. “Brave words,” he said. “But the truth is that you are damaged goods now. Your father knows of such things. Once goods are damaged, they are sold at a reduced rate or they are given away for free. Do you think any decent man will touch you now that you’ve been marked by aSaesnegknight?”
“I do notwantany other man.”
Aeron sneered at her. “You are a whore, girl,” he said. “A whore to aSaesneg.”
“I told you that I married him. I am his wife.”
“Then where is he?” Aeron asked. “Why are you here alone? I shall tell you why– because he took your innocence, decided you were not worth his time, and cast you aside. That is why you have come home– a soiled woman to hang your head in shame.”
He came too close again and she swung the broken pike, hitting him once in the face and once in the shoulder. But by the third strike, he managed to grab it, and they wrestled over it violently. Juliandra refused to let go, but Aeron was stronger than she was. He ended up slamming her around the room as she held on for dear life.
Megsy, panicked by what she was witnessing, ran to summon Gethin’s paid guards, who came rushing into the house as Aeron fought with their mistress. They ran into the hall to break up the fight and subdue Aeron, but it was a bad mistake.
One that would cost Juliandra.
Catching sight of the guards, Aeron managed to yank Juliandra towards him. She tried to resist but he grabbed her by the hair with one hand and put his other hand on her throat.
“Come no closer!” he shouted at the guards, squeezing Juliandra’s throat as she fought against him. “I’ll kill her if you do!”
The guards came to an instant halt, confused and concerned. There were only six of them, with the rest still in Pool at theirmaster’s stall to protect the goods, but it would have been a simple thing to overwhelm Aeron with only six men if he didn’t have their master’s daughter in a precarious position.
They looked to Juliandra for direction and even though she was still fighting with Aeron, she knew that she had to clear the hall if there was any hope of getting out of this situation intact. Aeron had her in a dangerous position because he felt threatened, so she had to remove the threat. Her father’s men had to go.
She would have to figure her own way out of this predicament.
“Go,” she hissed at everyone who was hovering in the chamber. “Get out of here. Everyone out!”
The guards backed away, as did the few servants who happened to be there. Only Megsy was left, weeping into her apron, but she, too, eventually backed out when a guard pulled on her.
When the hall was completely empty, Juliandra tried to pull away from Aeron.
“Let me go,” she demanded, trying to peel his hand from her neck. “Let me go and I will not fight you any longer, I promise.”
Aeron had used the moment to his advantage. He was closer to Juliandra than he’d ever been and was smelling her hair even as she tried to squirm away from him.
“Nay,” he said, his grip on her throat easing because he was so caught up in the smell of her hair. “Just a moment longer… just a moment…”
Juliandra gave one big thrust and ripped herself from his grasp, leaving a few strands of her hair in his fingers. She bolted, trying to put distance between them, as he stood there and looked wounded because she had left him.
“Why?” he finally asked. “Why should you hate me so? I have never done anything to you. I have only wanted to have you for my own.”
The spot on her scalp where he ripped hair out was stinging, but she didn’t give any indication. She was only focused on removing Aeron from The Neath any way she could without bloodshed. Violence hadn’t worked.
Perhaps reason would.
She had to try.
“But I do not want to be with you,” she said, more calmly. “Aeron, I have told you this for years. My father has even told you but, still, you will not listen. What will it take for you to understand me?”
“I can convince him.”
The unexpected voice came from the entry and they both turned to see Kevin standing in the doorway. He was in full armor, his de Lara sapphire dragon tunic on display and a wicked-looking broadsword strapped to his thigh. He looked every inch the terrifying English knight and Juliandra gasped at the sight.
“Kevin!”
