Dax woke with a smile the next morning. The night had gone so well he could not help but feel victorious. He had conquered his English beauty. Content Dax stroked her dark hair and watched her sleep. It was almost a shame to have to wake her, but he did have to wake her, there was work to do.
Dax sat up and gave her a little shake, but it did not rouse her. She was going to be difficult again. Dax rose from the bed and dressed for the day. With her chemise in hand, Dax nudged Tess once more failing to wake her. She would not wake even if there were a battle raging outside. Dax dressed Tess in her chemise and lifted her into his arms. With his cloak draped over his arm, he carried Tess from the tent and tossed her in the nearest water barrel.
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