Marcus walked down the hall to his room. He couldn't wait to see Devin. The wench had bewitched him that was certain. He couldn't get her off his mind. Devin looked up as the door opened. Her breath caught in her chest. Damn why did he have to be so handsome. He looked at her sitting there reading. "You know how to read?" he asked. "Don't you?" she answered. "Yes, but I'm a man." He said as he shut the door. She gave him an angry look. "Well somehow I manage even if I do have a tiny female brain." She snapped. Marcus grinned. Damnation she was a fiery hellion. He sat down across from her.  "Come here woman." He said. She looked at him and raised a brow and then continued reading completely ignoring him. Marcus frowned. This would not do he thought. He moved swiftly for one his size. He flung the book to the floor and grabbed her arm and dragged her to his lap. "When I tell you to do something, you will obey me." He said through clenched teeth. Devin turned her head away from him. Marcus grabbed her chin and forced her head back around. That's when he noticed her clothes. "What in the hell are you wearing?" he asked. "Clothes." She answered smartly. He took in her appearance. "No wife of mine is going to run around dressed like a little hooligan." He said angrily. Devin managed to slip out of his grasp. She ran over to the bed and slipped her hand under it and drew out a sword. Marcus smiled in humor. "Don't hurt yourself girl." He said laughing. "I intend to hurt you if you take one more step toward me, in fact you may lose a vital body part." She said as she stepped forward and took a swipe at him. Marcus frowned. She knew how to hold the sword properly, what madness this he is thought. Marcus drew his own sword from its holder on his belt. "You disobeyed me, I told you to have dresses made for yourself." He said as he brought his sword down to meet hers. She parried against his blow perfectly forcing his sword back. "I did not, you never actually told me I had to have dresses made." She answered as she spun around and brought down a crashing blow to his left. He barely had time to lift his sword to block it. He frowned by heaven this wench could actually fight. "Your twisting my words, you know I meant dresses, I would never allow my wife to run about dressed like a man." He said. He lifted his sword over his head and brought it down and to the left to catch her off guard. Devin tucked down and rolled forward and came up just beneath him with her sword poking him in a most private place. Marcus was shocked. She was using her small size to her advantage. "I would move as much as a hair if I was you." She said laughing. Even with him in this bad position, he was awed by her laughter, god she was beautiful. He used her momentary distraction to kick the sword out of her hands. Marcus fell down onto her and pinned her to the floor. He had the sword lightly at her throat. Devin looked him in the eye. He seen the fear she was trying so hard to hide. She swallowed hard. He's going to kill me she thought. "If your going to cut my throat be quick about." She said in a shaky voice. She actually thought he would kill her Marcus thought. Marcus flung the sword to one side. His face was right in hers. "Don't be silly child, do you think I would harm you. You're my wife." He said. He sat up and pulled her up to sit. "You fight well; I see the squires taught you well. I will compromise with you. You may wear your pants and such around the house. However when we have company or go out, or entertain, you will dress properly. Agreed?" Marcus asked. Devin stared at him for a moment. It was in her beat interest to accept his terms she thought. "Agreed." She answered. She held out her hand to him. He laughed amused. "So we will shake on it." He said "I have a better idea. He leaned over and covered her moth with his. At first she panicked. But he was so gentle she relaxed under his kiss. He gently pushed at her lips with his tongue. She opened up to him like a flower opening under the warm sun. She touched her tongue to his and Marcus thought he would explode. She pressed herself to him. Gods the way she responded to his touch drove him made with desire. He pulled back from her. "So I take it we have an agreement?" he asked.