LAST CHAPTER WAS A GOOD OUTCOME AND I HAD MANY REVIEWS I DIDN'T THINK CHAPTER 7 WAS MY BEST BUT MAYBE THAT'S BECAUSE I KNOW WHAT'S TO COME….
Kenna wasn't bored, she wasn't. Even though Bash consistently said she was she refused to go along with his theory? Kenna was frustrated; she thought she could go along with not knowing the secret behind their journey to the docks, but it wasn't enough; especially seeing as Bash and Jeffery were playing Chinese whispers between the two of them which only made her more frustrated with her situation.
To Kenna it looked like her only friend on this trip was her horse; Jasper and the birds that whistled that constant tweet…Kenna would never admit it but she wouldn't mind a life outside in the open county side.
"Kenna; you're too quiet. What's wrong?" Bash teased.
"Can a lady not think like a man may study? We women do have minds." Kenna retorted.
"Don't I know it?" Jeffery teased. "I find women like to speak their minds all the time."
"Do you have a wife, Lord Boyd?" Kenna questioned.
"Me? Married? Don't be daft lassie! I'm too adventurous; I don't let things tie me down anyway I'm too old for all that balderdash." Jeffery chuckled richly.
Kenna felt sorry for the poor man but she supposed everyone has their story however Bash was suspicious of the man; he's a mystery.
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Mary had taken Kenna's advice and the outcome was remarkable; her face looked fresher than it did before and the lemon juice calmed her headache a little but there was still a twinge of pain. She had sat through court successfully however when the nobles raised their voice that little bit more than usual Mary became sharp.
Now however Mary was wondering the castle with no particular location just somewhere quiet where she would not be disturbed, eventually she found herself in the children's quarters and followed the melody of Lola's voice singing to her son.
"Mary, what can I do for you? Do you need my assistance?" Lola looked just as pale as Mary did this morning but still have concern laced in her voice.
"No Lola, I am perfectly fine but you don't my friend; you look shattered." Mary said.
Lola's strait posture completely flumped down with relief and smiled. "You have come here to watch John for me, haven't you? Oh Mary you're a diamond! Honestly you truly are."
Before Mary could say anything else Lola lay down on the feather stuffed bed and fluttered her eyes shut. Well at least Mary had found a quiet place to relax; she leaned over the wooden carved cot and rocked it slowly.
"You're not so bad are you?" Mary teased and held John's little hand as his fingers entwined with hers. All the memories came crashing back in that moment; a tumble of pain and loss that Mary may never be able to give Francis her bundle of light. Mary loved her godson, really she did. John belonged to her best friend and was her husband's son; seeing him gave her hope and loss at the same time. Hope she may have a child of her own. Loss she may not be able to; physically… either way she would love John and wash the hatred away she held for that night Lola and Francis experienced together.
John must have felt her quake of emotions because then he blubbered tears.
"Oh John. No don't cry. Shh shh, calm down. It's alright. We don't want to wake your mother." Mary soothed as she cradled John in her arms and swayed him slowly from side to side. "There, we're alright now." Mary smiled.
"You're a natural." Conde's voice brought her out of her calm atmosphere.
"Conde. What are you doing up here?" Mary asked.
"I saw you wondering about, and then I heard the child. And here we are." Conde smiled.
"Ah, what can I do for you?"
"Well Mary we are friends, I was wondering if you would accompany me on horseback riding."
"I would love too. When are you horseback riding." Mary still held John in her arms admiringly.
"An hour, I should say."
"Alright, I shall meet you in the stables." Mary confirmed then Conde left the nursery.
Mary looked forward to her outing but still was transfixed by John.
"You look just like your father." Mary whispered and teared up as the loss-feeling returned. Mary lowered him back down into the cot again and stroked his dark blonde curls lovingly.
Soon after Mary fetched one of the wet nurses to watch over John and not to wake Lola, then she went to prepare for her outing with Conde.
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'Men' Kenna thought. 'So ignorant…They have a beautiful woman beside them and yet they talk of subjects they think I wouldn't understand.' Kenna thought again; her bossy side becoming her.
"Yes and then he fell of his chair; the drunken lunatic!" Jeffery said as Bash laughed.
"Oh how hysterical! Did he smash his head open?" Kenna asked with mocking concern.
"You're a sassy lassie, aren't you?" Jeffery asked.
"I like to think so." Kenna held her head up high.
"Be quiet, the both of you!" Bash loudly whispered; sensing eyes watching their every move. Jeffery watched the woods instinctively but Kenna became nervous but not nervous enough not to question her husband.
"What is it?" Kenna said normally.
"Kenna! Shut up!" Bash's loud-quiet voice said.
"Don't speak to me like that!" Kenna shouted.
"Kenna, now's not…" Half way through Bash's sentence dozens of peasants appeared out of the woods. "The time." Bash sighed in defeat but still kept a powerful posture of honour. Bash recognised the people; they were Protestants. Obviously the nobles hadn't stayed loyal to the crown and disowned the many children among the dozens of parents.
"Good Morning! I'm the…" Bash was interrupted.
"He's my guard." Kenna said sufficiently respectful.
"Oh is he now, and who are you?!" A man came out of the crowd and approached them with a pitchfork. Bash didn't know what to think; he just hoped Kenna knew what he was doing as did Jeffery.
"I'm a professional prostitute! And if I were you ladies I would let me and my men past or else your husbands will be dreaming of me tonight." Kenna smirked as she flicked her hair and leaned forward just enough do then the men near her could look.
The man at the front lowered his pitchfork as he gazed at her hungrily however not for long, a big bulky woman who must be the man's wife stood in front of him in a guarding manner.
"Go on then you dirty whore, of you go!" The woman barked.
Kenna just smiled. However as they clip-clopped through the crowd on their horses all sorts of disgraceful words were frown at Kenna's face among the hungry eyes of men. Once out of the crowd they galloped miles ahead but when they came to a stop she was met with an annoyed Bash.
"Why did you do that?" Bash said in a dangerous disgusted low voice.
"Bash if you would have told them you are the Kings Deputy you would have been dragged off that horse and burnt alive. I didn't enjoy that either but I couldn't just risk it." Kenna said tearfully.
"The Lass has a point laddie, the poor beggars would have ate you up in their belly if Kenna hadn't done what she did." Jeffery supported Kenna.
Bash's face softened a little but he couldn't look Kenna in the eye.
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