Medieval Monday has finished for the time being but I don’t want to leave you with nothing to read so I’m sharing a short excerpt from my new book Beguiled by the Forbidden Knight getBook.at/ForbiddenKnight
He’s her enemy…
…and she must not fall for him!
When her mistress is claimed as an enemy knight’s betrothed, handmaiden Aelfhild knows it would be too dangerous for her lady; she must go in her place. But there’s more to the scarred knight than she first thought—she isn’t expecting to fall for him! As the line between friend and enemy blurs, Aelfhild realizes she might be protecting her mistress, but not her heart…
This scene takes place shortly after Gui has caught up with Aelfhild and Lady Sigrun who are on the run from him. Guy does not know it but they have swapped identities. I’m mainly sharing this snippet as it is a useful pronunciation guide to his name.
Aelfhild knew without turning what expression she would see on the face of the man behind her. Aelfhild’s hair was flax. Sigrun’s was summer wheat. Her eyes were the blue of a summer sky, not a winter stream. She had a womanly figure and her father’s height. Aelfhild almost changed her plan
‘Here is your true bride,’ she should say. ‘See what a beauty you have really won.’
She couldn’t do that to Sigrun, though. It was not her fault she was beautiful and, in truth, it had never before this moment bothered Aelfhild to consider herself less so.
‘This is the Lady Aelfhild, my companion.’ She turned to the Breton who was, as she had predicted, gazing at Sigrun. She realised at that point that she could not remember his name, though he had given it to Hilde in front of the women. Embarrassed, she looked at him questioningly. ‘And you are?’
The Breton tore his eyes from Sigrun’s form.
‘Gui,’ he murmured, as if waking from a dream.
Aelfhild wrinkled her forehead. That did not sound quite right. The Breton blinked and took a step towards her.
‘Gui—Guil—Sir Gilbert du Rospez.’ He bowed deeply to both women. ‘Pardon me, I was not thinking, merely remembering a childhood diminutive. I am Gilbert du Rospez.’
Remembering nothing! Busy ogling Sigrun, Aelfhild thought with unaccustomed envy.
‘Well then, Sir Gilbert du Rospez.’ She rolled the unfamiliar words around her mouth, trying out his pronunciation: Geelberr du Rhopey.
He said nothing for a long time. Perhaps she was mangling his tongue too badly. He gave her a smile, his misshapen lips twisting and his eyes glinting. ‘It might be easier for you to call me Gui, Lady Sigrun, Lady Aelfhild.’
He inclined his head towards each woman as he spoke. Aelfhild and Sigrun exchanged a glance. Remembering to answer to the correct name was going to be a challenge!
Ghee. A little easier to say. She tried it and he smiled.
Beguiled by the Forbidden Knight is out in paperback and ebook on May 31st.
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