Well guys I'm back! Sorry for taking so long to update but college isn't easy that's all I can say. I am also writing another Liason story. It is AU and called Embraced Destiny. Hope you guys read it. Now on to the story

Chapter 5

"Greetings, my lord," Sir Jason Morgan said to Lord Webber. "Forgive me for interrupting, but I haven't yet had the pleasure of being introduced to this lovely young lady."

As her smiling father turned toward her, Liz tried not to blush or otherwise reveal that she'd met the knight before, and even shared a passionate kiss with him while she was under the guise of a peasant maid.

"Sir Jason Morgan of Wales, may I present my daughter, Lady Elizabeth, and her betrothed, Sir Lucas de Spencer."

"Ah, the happy couple." Sir Jason's voice betrayed nothing as he reached out and took Liz's hand in his. She stiffened when he bent to press a kiss lightly on the back of it, then snatched it away — but not before he raised his blue eyes and gave her a look that seemed to pierce her very heart and seek a truth she wasn't willing to share.

Yet when he straightened, he smiled with cool politeness, as if they had only just met. "Tales of your beauty haven't done you justice, my lady," he said before addressing her betrothed. "My felicitations, Sir Lucas. You are the most fortunate of men."

Lucas acknowledged the compliment with a haughty nod. Not pleased herself by his rudeness, Liz also saw a flash of annoyance in the Welshman's eyes, although his expression remained serene.

"Lord Webber, I wonder if I might have a word with you," Sir Jason said. "I have some cause to fear the field for the melee is going to be too muddy at one end."

"Oh, yes, yes, of course," her father agreed and together they walked a short distance away to continue their discussion.

"As if he's an authority," Lucas sneered. "Your father is an excellent host, my sweet, and I fear some men take advantage of that."

Liz regarded her betrothed with a raised brow. "How is Sir Jason taking advantage of my father?"

"By having the effrontery to come here at all. That Welshman's father was nothing but a shepherd before he achieved a knighthood. I don't approve of allowing anyone of such low birth to participate in tournaments and neither should your father. I suggest you have as little to do with Sir Jason Morgan as possible."

Angered by his implied criticism of her father, and the commanding tone of her betrothed's voice, Liz fixed him with a cool stare. "Is that an order, Lucas?"

Blind to her displeasure, he gave her a patronizing smile. "Of course not, my sweet. Merely a suggestion."

"Good, for you aren't yet my husband, or my master," she said before she swept away to join some other guests standing by the altar.

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