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This story is a historical story set in the times of Ladys and Sirs. This story is AU. So forget the Jason Morgan and Elizabeth Webber that you now know.

Summary:

Sir Jason Morgan shares a passionate kiss with a pretty village wench, only to discover the young woman is a lady, and the promised bride of another man. When Jason learns the prospective groom is no gentleman, he vows to protect the lady, even if it costs him his life.

LadyElizabeth deWebber was content with her betrothal until a Welsh knight taught her the meaning of passion. But she dare not break her word and dishonor her vow. The repercussions could be fatal— for herself, her family and the man with whom she's fast falling in love.

Knight Of Passion

Sir Jason Morgan smiled to himself as he watched the comely wench laughing among the crowd gathered around the bonfire. She was obviously enjoying the antics of the jugglers and tumblers illuminated by the flickering light. The performers had likely come to entertain in the hall of Webber Castle during the celebration of the marriage of Lord Webber's daughter that was due to take place in less than a fortnight, just as Jason had come to participate in the tournament Lord Webber was hosting as part of the nuptial festivities.

Jason had seen many a pretty lass and lady in his travels from Wales to the king's court, but few caught his eye as this one did. She had fine features and full lips that fairly begged to be kissed. Her curling honey-colored hair hung loose about her slender shoulders, and he could easily discern her shapely form beneath the loose-fitting, simple gown and girdle she wore.

But it wasn't just her face and figure that caught his eye. It was the dimples caused by her merry smile, and the look of bright intelligence in her eyes as she laughed and clapped.

As a guest of Lord Webber, and a man who prided himself on never taking advantage of his rank, Jason would content himself with watching her from afar. Nevertheless he was glad he'd decided not to go to the castle as soon as he arrived but to stay a night in the village instead.

Not that it was a difficult decision. He didn't relish spending any more time among Norman noblemen than he had to.

"Hey, Rafe, wouldn't you like to have a go with her, eh?"

The sly, drunken whisper caught Jason's ear and he turned to see three youths — squires by their attire — leering at the pretty wench.

"Aye, I would," one answered, and with a low laugh, he started toward her, followed by his friends.

Jason sauntered after them. Too much ale and youthful male vanity could be a dangerous combination.

The wench stopped smiling when she saw the young men headed her way. She turned and disappeared into the gap between two wattle and daub buildings, their second stories overhanging the alley.

The three drunken squires called out for her to stop as they gave chase. From the growing annoyance in their voices, Jason realized the wench could be in serious trouble and quickened his pace, pulling his sword from its scabbard in one smooth, well-practiced motion as he ran. He rounded the corner and saw, in the bright light of the full moon, the young woman backed against the wall of a thatched hut, the three squires facing her in a half circle.

"I don't call that very friendly," the one named Rafe — tall, thin and pockmarked — declared. "We're guests of his lordship and you ought to be more sociable."

"We aren't going to hurt you," a second squire slurred, swaying on his stocky legs. "All we want's a kiss."

"We'll give you a drink if you kiss us," the third one said with a besotted grin.

"I don't want a drink from the likes of you," the wench retorted, her accent, like her dress, that of a peasant. As she spoke, her whole body tensed as if ready to spring at them and defend herself.

No tame, timid lass this, Jason thought with approval as he drew near.

"Didn't you hear her, boys?" he announced behind them. "She doesn't want a drink from the likes of you, and I can't say I blame her. I can smell you from here."

The young men whirled around. They took one look at Jason's broad-shouldered, powerful warrior's body and the sword held loosely in his experienced hands, then tripped and stumbled and fell over themselves in their haste to flee.

When they were gone, Jason looked at the young woman and gave her a smile as he sheathed his sword. "I don't think they'll be bothering you any more tonight."

"No, I don't think they will," she agreed.

She laughed softly, the sound as merry as her smile, and a reward far finer than many he'd received. "Thank you, sir knight. Maybe they didn't mean any real harm, but I'm grateful for your aid just the same."

Warmed by her words, Jason said, "You're most welcome."

To be continued...

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