Hello to all my new followers here is chapter 7, still own nothing but its fun to borrow x
EPOV
I cant take much more of this.
It is taking all my will power and several promises of tribute to Aron to keep myself in check as the motion of the horse causes her sweet behind to rub against my crotch teasingly.
We have been riding for hours and best part of which I have been hard. When I placed Lady Rose upon my horse my intent had been to ensure she did not hold up my men with any more accidents. Now I have the whole camp pitching tents for the night because if this continues I dont think I am going to be able to control myself.
"You will share the tent with me" I told her perhaps more gruffly than was necessary but I was tired and frustrated, I had hoped at the very least she was too exhausted to argue but this woman never does cease to amaze,
"You cannot possibly expect me to share with you!" I cannot lie and say I was not slightly offended by the look of utter disgust that graced her features.
"You either share with me," I seethed "Or you can go find a place between my men in the communal tent like a prisoner should!" her mouth which had been open to further protest had snapped shut, she huffed before hobbling into my tent
RPOV
I have never been more pleased to see a tent in all my life, the ride so far had felt like a life time. In truth it was not just the ride that had me feeling warm and slightly irritated, from the moment Prince Emmett joined me in the saddle his muscular thighs had clamped around my own and we had been seated in a most intimate embrace for the rest of the day.
"You will share the tent with me" his gruff tone making me jump slightly.
"You cannot possibly expect me to share with you!" I might be his prisoner but I'll be damned if I let him take liberties with me.
He eyed me scathingly "You either share with me, or you can go find a place between my men in the communal tent like a prisoner should!"
He cannot be serious, he may be handsome but he was the most hard hearted creature to ever walk this earth, I snapped my mouth shut against further argument and decided that whilst I have no desire to share either way, I do have more chance of fending off one, all be it very large male, than several, with a huff I hobbled on my injured ankle into his tent.
I was greeted with the most amazing sight, inside the tent was a large bed covered in layers of thick fur, forgetting my injury I raced towards it ready to collapse, but I was stopped in my tracks by that damned voice again,
"Where exactly are you going?" Where does he think? Perhaps Lord Royce was right about him,
"I have had a long day my lord I am going to bed" his booming laugh seemed louder inside the tent
"That" he pointed to the bed "is where I sleep! Over there" He pointed to a pile of ragged skins and straw "is where you sleep!"
"Of course it is" I muttered several curses to the Gods as I walked tentatively over to the poor excuse for comfort he had allowed me.
I arranged the straw and skins as best I could and added an extra loud sigh of contentment as I lay down.
A young errand boy came in a short while later and left two plates of food on the table at the opposite end of the tent, I had not eaten since the feast the night before, but I still felt no hunger,
As I sat down at the table Emmett pushed the plate towards me "Eat" he urged
"I am not hungry"
"You have not eaten that I have seen today, and I will not have you feinting all over the countryside tomorrow! Now eat"
"I. Said. I am not hungry!" I missed my home and father, it made me feel sick to think about never seeing them again.
"Aron's cock woman do you ever do as you are told?" slamming his fist on the table, there was that temper again, sometimes he was more like a spoiled toddler than a soldier and prince,
"I will not take orders from the likes of you, I would rather starve than have you think you have control of me!"
"If thats the way you feel, fine, starve, you should think yourself lucky my cook still looks on you as a Lady" He scoffed over the word lady " You could test the patience of Aron himself!" He jumped from his seat and stormed out of the tent, both plates in hand.
Time passed and my stomach hurt, perhaps I was slightly hungry. Well famished actually.
"Can I come in?" a voice from the neck of the tent caught my attention
"Of course Prince Edward" still seated in my chair by the table I attempted to smooth out my crinkled dress.
Edward pushed a small plate towards me and I eyed it greedily,
"I thought after our long march you might be hungry, although my brother informs me otherwise" he raised an eyebrow at me,
"I was homesick my lord, I miss my father and my home" the sickness came over me again with the thoughts of home and the hunger left me again.
"It is a brave thing you have done my lady, to give your life, for your fathers" he took my hand and squeezed it gently offering some comfort.
"Now, come you must eat something, if not for yourself then for my brother, the vein in his head is sticking out so much I fear it will burst" he chuckled at the last part,
"If he would control his temper instead of acting like a spoiled child perhaps people would be more compliant"
The corner of Edwards mouth twitched and he nodded slightly in agreement,
"Do not be too hard on my brother my lady, he is tough because he has to be, many lives depend upon him, he learned long ago to forgo frivolous emotions. He tries to hide behind his fearsome demeanour, but the truth is he as soft as the furs that line his bed, when he loves he loves deep and true, give him a chance and he will show you."
"I know he is your brother my lord and it shows the goodness of your character that you defend him so, but I have spent time with your brother and i feel I have a good idea of his character" Edward looked down at my statements, I should keep my tongue in check, Edward appeared a good man but he was still a Cullenthan, he fought against my father in battle and was prepared to march him to his death, something I should never forget.
I could not take the pain of hunger any longer and I reached for the bread on my plate, no sooner had it touched my lips when Emmett walked back into his tent, eyes slightly hazed and cheeks rosey from drink, he looked at Edward and then to me, before dropping his head and scoffing inwardly.
"I think I hear my bed calling me, Lady Rose, goodnight" He bent and kissed my hand before turning to his brother "Goodnight brother" and he left.
"I see my brothers company has awakened some hunger in you then my lady" his words were bitter
"Your brother is a good man, kind and understanding" Emmett looked at me his fists clenching
"Do you think me an animal without feeling? Is it so hard to think of me as anything but a cold stone in human form?" he was shouting now, and he sounded almost hurt,
"You took me from my home, from my father. All I asked before offering myself was to say goodbye to assure him I would be alright and give him peace. You will never understand that because all you are is a sword. Cold and hard!" I could feel the tears threatening to spill over, I would not let him see me cry, not for him.
"Go to bed Rose!" it was short and cold, he turned his back to me and retreated to his own bed, and I walked to my skin heap in the corner. Once the first snore left him the tears came and did not stop until sleep claimed me.
Had the nights always been this cold? I felt like I had been shivering for hours, I pulled the skins tightly around my body but they seemed to almost shrink as I pulled them to me and I may as well have been using nothing at all.
The tent was filled with Emmett's soft breathing and the chattering of my teeth, I hugged myself into a ball in the last hope it would create some heat.
Emmett's bed began to move and I saw him sit up, he walked around the bed and towards me, in one move he had scooped me into his muscular arms and placed me amongst the furs of his bed, I was stunned into complete silence.
Would he sleep next to me? What would his men think when they came to wake him in the morning and find us together? I did not have to wonder long before i saw him head towards my makeshift bed and lie down.
"My lord you cannot give up your bed, it is most uncomfortable, I doubt you will sleep"
"And how much sleep do you think I will get listening to your teeth chatter from now until sunrise, go to sleep!" he replied groggily,
"Thank you my lord" I whispered
I lay down within the furs, his soft smell surrounding me and it was like he was lying with me, just as I was about the slip into sleep I heard him,
"Your welcome"