Once He Loves 

Medieval Series ~ Book #3

BRIAR + IVO'S STORY

EXCERPT

 York, the north of England
Late summer, 1072

Briar lifted aside the heavy tapestry screen and peered cautiously through the narrow gap. The large, well-lit room beyond was filled with smoke and noise. Lord Shelborne’s daughter had made a worthy alliance, and the celebrations were to be stretched over several days. Presently the merry guests were finishing the last course of a sumptuous feast, but soon the trestle tables would be cleared, and the entertainments would begin.

Briar cast her gaze over the crowd. She dismissed the women.
The man Briar sought was on his own.

She had hated him for full two years, and now she thought of little else. Without that consuming and single-minded hatred, she sometimes thought she would long ago have died of hunger or cold or simply walked into the sea and let the saltwater take her. In a strange way, her hatred of this man had kept her alive.

He was standing beside a rowdy group, half listening to their conversation, and yet he was apart. Alone. He was big, a wolfskin cloak draped about his broad shoulders, while his wild and tangled dark hair framed a fierce face. There was something lost about him, an air of abandonment. And his eyes, brooding and passionate, were as black as his soul. Aye, mayhap that was it; he had long ago sold his soul to the devil.

Her breath checked in her throat. Her fingers tightened upon the embroidered curtain that separated the chill, dank passageway where she stood from the welcoming warmth of the other room. The candles spun dizzily, the laughter faded, and for a brief moment Briar was catapulted back to Castle Kenton in 1070, a girl bereft, and yet trying to be brave, while the armed men bluntly informed her that now her father was dead her home was no longer hers ...

It was but a moment of despair, and then Briar was herself again.

Impatiently she shook her head. Enough! This was no time for weakness. Tonight of all nights she must be strong. Briar focussed her eyes once more, and this time she controlled her reaction, taking her time as she examined the shape of him, the look of him, the essence of him.

Her heart gave a single, hard thump.

It was the man she sought; she couldn’t possibly be mistaken. Jocelyn had said he had been invited here tonight, and there was no one else in the room who drew her eyes like he. So big, so dark, so fierce. It was as if a certain power emanated from him and touched her, surrounded her. Her body tensed and goose bumps rose on her skin. This was the man who had begun that terrible chain of events, which had blighted her young life, her future and all her hopes. Aye, it was he. There was no doubt in her mind.

“Jesu, protect me, and allow me to complete my task,” Briar whispered, and then shuddered uncontrollably.

Strangely, the shudder wasn’t due to fear, or dread, or terror of what was to come. It was a shudder of anticipation, almost of … longing.