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Carys glanced around, but there was no sign of Maximus. “What are you doing here, Branwen?”
“The centurion brought me.” A faint blush brushed her cheeks and she avoided eye contact. “But it’s the other one—the Primus, although he’s called something else now—he’s imprisoned you, my lady.”
Branwen sounded so horrified, Carys had to hide a smile. She clasped the younger girl’s hand. “I’m not a prisoner. The Roman saved me from attack.”
“Whatever he did, he plans to dishonor you.” Branwen sank to her knees. “He’s going to use you, our princess, as his mistress.”
Pain tightened her chest. This was why she and Maximus could never have a future together. Her people would never accept his, could never contemplate a noble, a
Druid
, succumbing willingly to the enemy’s bed.
Druid
, succumbing willingly to the enemy’s bed.
“I won’t allow myself to be used.” She tugged on Branwen’s hands, urging her to rise. “I can look after myself.”
“You must escape.” Branwen glanced wildly about, as if the means would suddenly appear. “Before he returns.”
“Yes.” It hurt to speak. Hurt to know that, once again, she was running from Maximus when all she wanted was to stay by his side. How many times would a man as proud as he forgive her?
With Branwen’s assistance she stood up, and the room tipped over. She gasped, staggered back, and sat heavily down on the bed again.
“My lady?” Branwen looked petrified. “What—what did the Roman do to you?”
It wasn’t the Roman. She had brought this on herself.
“I haven’t eaten since I broke my fast.” How long ago that seemed. “I can’t go anywhere until I’ve regained my energy.”
After a simple meal of fruits and freshly baked bread, she stood, thankful the world no longer rocked like a boat. It would take her hours to reach the spiral, and the prospect of such a long walk filled her with dread.
Suppose she was attacked yet again? It was unlikely in the extreme Maximus would miraculously appear for a third time to save her honor. The next time, she would have to rely on her skill with her dagger.
Where was her medicine bag? Had it been left at the Cauldron?
She’d have to rescue it first thing in the morning. And since her dagger was in her bag, she picked up the knife she had recently used to eat with. It was sufficiently sharp. It would slice through clothes and flesh with equal ease.
She turned to Branwen. “I want you to do something for me.”
“Anything, my lady.” But fear caused the younger girl’s eyes to widen and voice to tremble.
“It’s a small thing, but important. I want you to promise me that you’ll tell no one I was here today.”
Branwen blinked a couple of times, as if she had expected a far more terrifying command. “Of—of course. Whatever you wish.”
“This can’t become common knowledge. If word reached my fellow Druids, another battle would rage. Do you understand?”
But before Branwen could respond, the door burst open, and Maximus entered.
Chapter Twenty-one
For a moment Carys stared at him, as if his appearance completely unnerved her. An unsavory thought skulked through his mind. Had she been planning to leave him, yet again?
“Maximus.” She smiled at him and placed a knife on her plate. The cynical section of his brain noted it made an effective weapon.
He strode toward her, banishing his suspicions. Even if Carys had planned to leave, she certainly couldn’t now.
“You look well.” He took her hands, caressed her knuckles with his thumbs. “How do you feel?”
“Much better.” She responded in Latin and glanced at Branwen, as if uneasy by the girl’s presence.
It didn’t make sense. He knew they were acquainted. It was the reason he’d insisted on the girl in the first place. So that Carys would wake to a familiar face.
But she obviously didn’t want Branwen privy to their conversation, and so he reverted to Latin. “I’ve arranged for domestic help. A cook will arrive later to prepare our dinner.”
“I’ve just eaten.” She attempted to free her hands.
“Fruits and bread.” He dismissed her recently eaten meal with a jerk of his head before turning to Branwen, who, by the look on her face, appeared in mortal agony.
“That will be all, Branwen,” he said in Celtic. “You may return in the morning to tend to your mistress.”
Both women tensed as if he’d just uttered something outrageous. But neither said a word as Branwen bobbed her head and scurried from the room.
“Why does she pretend not to know you?” He released Carys and began to remove his armor.
“Perhaps she thinks it unsafe to confide in Romans.”
He grunted. “Then she needs to become more proficient at lying.”
“Branwen believes you intend to dishonor me.”
He linked his arms around her waist and pulled her toward him. The scent of her hair reminded him of summer forests. “Is that what you think?”
She slid her hands over his chest, rested them against his shoulders.
“I think,” she said, as her fingers played a seductive tattoo against his shoulder blades, “if you were going to dishonor me, you would have done so already.”
His lips brushed her forehead. He had an erotic encounter planned for Carys tonight, and it didn’t entail taking her while he was sweaty from the day’s exertions.
“You’re safe from abuse now.”
“I was always safe from abuse before.”
Why did she always throw that in his face? Times had changed. She no longer lived in that world where her status as a noble’s daughter protected her from the base lust of man.
He refused to acknowledge the tug of guilt. If his Legion hadn’t conquered Cambria, then another would have.
“By morn, all will be aware you’re my mistress. Any lack of respect shown to you will be a personal affront to me.”
He’d planned on saying more, but the confusion on her face gave him pause. “Do you understand?” He wasn’t sure she did.
“Yes. But I’m not your mistress, Maximus.”
Did she truly have to disagree with every word he uttered? He sighed heavily and attempted to make her see reason.
“It’s the only way I can protect you.”
She opened her mouth, as if to dispute his words. And then a faint blush stole over her cheeks and her gaze wavered.
Instead of triumph at the knowledge she recognized his words as truth, only bitter-tinged regret coursed through his veins. He wound a lock of her hair through his fingers and gave a gentle tug.
“I can’t turn back time. This is all I can do for you.”
“My people won’t view it as a token of respect.” She traced a finger along the line of his jaw. “They’ll only see that—that I’ve been subjugated by the enemy.”
The word grated his bones, offended his sense of honor. He’d made Carys his official mistress today to ensure every Roman knew her worth, accorded her due respect and accepted her position in his life.
He hadn’t considered the feelings of the Celts, since they were of little consequence.
Except they were of consequence. To Carys.
“They’ll soon learn you’re far from subjugated.” Why had she used that word? The more he considered it, the more it irked him. “I doubt you could subjugate yourself to any man, even if your life depended on it.”
“I know that.” She sounded serious, whereas he had spoken half in jest. Then again, she was so proud, perhaps she would rather face death than slavery.
Irrationally the thought pleased him.
“We both know I’m with you because I want to be with you. But as far as Branwen can see, as far as any of my people will see, I’m your prisoner.”
“In that case I’ll arrange for you to be clapped in irons first thing in the morning.”
Instead of smiling, she frowned as if she didn’t think much of his humor. “This is no laughing matter. I didn’t want my people to see this.”
His amusement with their conversation vanished. “Because you’re ashamed to be seen fraternizing with the enemy.”
It was scarcely a revelation. And yet the knowledge scraped through his gut, leaving an odd pain in its wake.
“Ashamed?” Carys’s frown intensified, as if she struggled to comprehend his meaning, and then her face cleared and she sighed. “I should be ashamed of my actions. But I’m not. And.” She hesitated for a brief moment before flicking him a strangely furtive glance. “I know I betray my people every time I come to you, every time I even think of you. But I can’t help it.”
Something, a band of unused muscle perhaps, contracted deep inside his chest, causing a peculiar sense of serenity to seep through his limbs, soothe his brain.
He cradled her jaw. “You’re not betraying your people. In time, Romans and natives will come together as they are in Britannia, as they did in Gallia. It’s the way of the world, Carys.”
Pain shimmered in her unearthly eyes. “It’s the way of the Roman world. While you strip my land of her gold.”
He refused to tell her where they were going. Carys gave up asking and wound a length of linen over her head and across her shoulders.
“There’s no need to cover yourself so.” Maximus sounded irritated, as if he wanted to show her off like a coveted prize.
She hooked a finger into the linen draped across her mouth and pulled it free. “I’ve explained my reasons to you. The least you can do is respect them.”
“It has nothing to do with respect. Sooner or later your people will have to come to terms with your new status. I don’t see why that can’t start now.”
It couldn’t start now because she had no intention of ever letting her people see her with Maximus. The knowledge caused a dull ache deep in her heart but that was something she knew she’d have to learn to live with.
“Not tonight, Maximus.” Her voice was soft. She knew it would take nothing for him to rip the linen from her head, to march her from this dwelling to wherever he wished them to go.
She also knew he never would. Her Roman was strong, proud and honorable and, although she couldn’t explain her conviction, she knew for him to use his physical strength against her would somehow diminish his worth in his own eyes.
His features softened, almost imperceptibly. “Keep your disguise tonight, if it means that much to you.” He tugged the linen across her mouth. “Perhaps it will stop you answering back so readily.”
They walked along the broad main street where earlier that day the markets had flourished. Again she marveled at how swiftly the Romans had constructed such a massive stronghold on her land, a walled town with so many stone buildings she could scarcely believe it.
Gawain was right. They should have stood up to the enemy from the start, not given them time to build this formidable fortification.
But then she would never have met this fascinating, intriguing man by her side
.
.
They stopped outside a large building set back from the road, and Maximus rapped on the door, which was immediately opened.
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