His posture stiffened, and she took a step backward. “You do not know King Henry’s orders,chérie. And you do not know me.”
He was trying to frighten her, she was certain. And perhaps he was a ruthless fighter and the king’s man. But then...he had brought her food and warmed water. These were not the actions of a cruel man. She sensed that he was here for a very different reason.
“You are right,” she agreed. “But you showed me kindness, for which I am grateful.” She nodded towards the hearth where the basin of water remained.
Again, he held his silence for a time. Carice didn’t know what to say, but she didn’t truly want to know what had happened in this place—or Raine’s part in it. She took a step towards the hearth, and the motion unsettled her. Despite the food she’d eaten, the effects of her illness began to set in.
Her ears rang as the dizziness swept over her. She rested her palm against the wall, trying to take steady breaths.Please, not now. Not when she had come so far.The tide of weakness washed over her, stealing away her vision.
“What is it?” he asked quietly.
She turned to Raine, but his hooded features blurred. The room spun, and her hand slipped against the wall.
She cursed herself, knowing she wasn’t going to make it to the bed. A moment later, her knees collapsed, sending the world into blackness.
Raine barely caught the young woman before she fainted. One moment Carice was speaking, and the next, she dropped like a stone. He carried her over to the bed, bothered by how light she was. His mouth set into a line as he lowered her to the mattress. Despite his demand for her to leave, she was incapable of making any journey, as weak as she was. And unless he left her behind, he wasn’t going to meet his commander on the morrow.
Her face was the color of snow, and he didn’t know the nature of her illness. He poured a cup of wine for her and waited for her to regain consciousness. It took a moment, but when her eyes fluttered open, he saw the fear in them.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I wasn’t feeling well.”
“You need to return to your family,” he said, “where they can take better care of you.”
“Until they send me back to married to a man old enough to be my father.” She shook her head. “I’ve no wish for that.”
“It’s what marriages are,” he told her. “Nothing more than an alliance.”
“I am going to die, Raine. My time grows short, and I do not wish to spend my last months wedded to a monster.”
The urge to deny it came to his lips, but he could see the fragility in her body. The weariness there was more than exhaustion from a journey.
“I have been ill for years now,” she said. “And each day is worse than the next.” She shook her head slowly. “Surely you can understand that I would prefer to die as a free woman.” Awistful look crossed her face. “The day will come when I cannot bear to live in this pain any longer. And then it will end.”
“Is it a wasting sickness, then?” He had seen men and women die in such ways before.
A twisted smile came over her. “In a manner of speaking. I can hardly eat without becoming sick.” She leaned back and stretched her arm over her head. It brought the curve of her breasts to his attention.Oui, she was thin. But he wondered what she would look like if her body were filled out with plumpness.
“Is it always this way?” Undoubtedly her illness had caused her to collapse. But he had never heard of a wasting sickness that involved food—unless it was poison of some kind.
“Usually it’s worse,” she admitted. “But this meal was small, and sometimes that helps.” She closed her eyes for a moment. “You may as well remove your hood, you know. I saw your face when you were leaning down over me.”
He ignored her, for it might have been a ploy. “It is better if you do not see my face.” Though she might not have a memory of him, it seemed wiser to remain shadowed—especially when he’d been ordered to kill her betrothed husband, the High King of Éireann.
“I would still know you, even if I hadn’t glimpsed your face.”
Her response surprised him, and he couldn’t help but ask, “How?”
“Because of your voice,” she murmured. “I would know you from the moment you spoke.” Her eyes opened then. “Your voice is deep and low,almost wild.”
He was unnerved by what she’d said. Her words cast a spell over him, drawing him nearer. No woman had ever had this effect, stirring his senses in the way she did. He wanted to rest his hand on either side of her shoulders, leaning in to kiss her, learning the shape of her mouth.
Instead, he said gruffly, “Rest now. I will return later.”
He needed to hunt, to bring back food for both of them. And while he was away, he could search for the MacEgan man she had spoken of—Trahern.
A grimness settled over him, for he had met the MacEgans in battle before. Later, their king, Patrick MacEgan, had married a Norman bride. While there might be peace between their people now, Raine knew to never underestimate the power of Irish loyalty.
“If anyone comes, bolt the door,” he warned. He didn’t like leaving her defenseless, but there was no choice. He had to bring back more food to nourish Lady Carice, despite the risks. Though her illness had likely caused her to faint, he also didn’t believe she’d eaten enough.
