Page 11 of Oath of Rebellion

Chapter 4

KNOX LOOKED DOWN AT Eirwyn, unable to stop touching her. "Is she going to be alright?" He didn't look up to ask. He couldn't stop staring at her, either.

She had this ethereal beauty that was the exact opposite of him. She was clean, pristine smooth skin that was nothing like his own.

Tiny black braids extended from both temples to the back of her head like a crown. It was wild and tangled from her ordeal in the forest though, and nothing like what he'd expect a princess' hair to look like.

She was a petite little thing too. He could easily wrap his hands around her waist and pick her up. But the way her silk dress hugged the curves of her breasts... he somehow knew they would fill his big hands. The idea of throwing her over his shoulder and taking her into the forest to ravish her was more than intriguing.

The light from the fire and candles illuminated her pale face, giving her an ethereal satin glow. Her skin was flawless, and he marveled at the lack of freckles or sun spots. She had an elegant, swan-like throat. High cheekbones tinged with just a hint of peach. And those lips.

They drew his gaze. Tinged red, he wanted to taste her. He swallowed hard, trying to rein in his lust once more. It seemed to be a near-constant battle since he'd met her, and here she was passed out on his lap, and he could only think about ravishing her.

He was no better than the hooligans back at Vidrland.

"She'll be alright now. See her pulse? Steady and strong. Is this the princess?"

Olive asked as she took the mug back to the kitchen. Scarlet walked into the cottage and came straight to Eirwyn's side with a frown.

"Well, will she live or will I be on the run from the king for the next century?"

Knox sighed in relief as he looked back down at her. "She should be fine. Let me take her upstairs, and then I'll go check on the maid."

Scarlet nodded, turning to the stairs as he lumbered carefully to his feet.

"That's a good idea. She's still out cold, but I have her and the horses safely tucked in the barn."

"There's another one? Light, child, let me go see to her," Olive said, wiping her hands off on her apron as she strode to the door.

Knox followed Scarlet. She weighed less than he thought, and he had no trouble taking her up the stairs.

He strode to the right and laid her on the long bed in the center of the room. He brushed the hair back from her face and started to pull the blanket up over her.

Then he frowned and unlaced her boots, setting each one neatly at the foot of the bed. His hands slid over her tiny feet, and he took a deep breath at the feel of the Red silk in his rough hands.

"Brother, we have got to get you laid," Scarlet said from the door.

He jerked back, pulling the blanket over her with a snap of fabric.

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