Page 104 of The Valiant Knight
“Well, it can’t be from Ceit,” she admitted, “since it talks about their arranged marriage. Could it be a woman who was in the area he was defending?” she asked.
Graham thought about it.
“I mean, he was supposedly protecting the stronghold in the country against the King, so it’s possible. As for the people fighting with him, there weren’t many women on the battlefield. I’m sure there were some from the Highlands, but the odds…”
She got it.
Duncan likely set up camp, and had a pretty lass warm his bunk.
No shock there.
When he handed her the other note, she read over it, trying to figure it out.
Honestly, she was surprised to see it was from Duncan himself.
‘My dearest love,
I wanted you to know that I found the letter that you slipped into my battlefield dwelling, and it brought tears to my eyes.
You know how I feel about you.
I’ve not only shown it, but I’ve said it countless times as we make love.
I love you.
Endlessly.
My marriage to Ceit is a tumultuous one, and we are both aware of that.
Do I love her?
Yes, I do, but not in the way I love you.
Do I wish my hand wasn’t forced and I was made to marry her?
Yes, but I can’t undo what is done.
Now, she carries my child, and I can’t turn away from that. It will likely be a boy, and I will raise my son to understand that duty comes first. While love sustains us, as my child, he will have to make uncomfortable choices.
That is why I let her have her life in the castle.
When we lie together, our bodies pressed to each other, there is no doubt in my mind that you are my other half. I know that, and I cherish it.
What I feel for you is matched by no other, and our nightly interludes where you sneak into my tent to pleasure my body is like nothing I have ever felt before. It is magical, and it is like witchcraft.
Nothing has ever been better for me.
You between my legs, and being buried in you are my fondest moments. They are all that keeps me sane as we do battle for our country against the intruders.
You are all I have.
You’re all I love.
I pray nightly for forgiveness.
When I think of Ceit, I am nothing more than tired. She is a good lass, but she is not the person for me. I think her age has made her not see that she doesn’t own me, even by marriage, but I own her.
Her stubbornness, her shrewishness and unwillingness to obey the simplest thing angers me to no end. Her father promised a well-taught woman, and what I received was a vicious woman who has a sharp tongue.
