SIXTEEN
Siward rode through the outlying villages in a sort of fog, though the air was clear. No, the fog was in his head. Green-eyed and smiling, the mysterious Rosamond haunted him by day and lay beside him in his dreams. Well, not always beside him. Sometimes beneath him and one particularly tantalising time she sat astride him, but...
Siward shook his head. He was supposed to be listening to petitions from the villagers, making judgements and settling disputes. Not thinking about bedding the beautiful woman who had agreed to be his wife. He had another week or two of this before he could head home to see her again.
It had sat ill with him to leave her alone in his house, with no one but his servants for company, but she had been too weak to even open her eyes when he'd laid her in
