Dark Champion

Dark Champion

Chapter 14 and 15

The porter had said Imogen was in the infirmary, but had assured him, she was not ill or injured. FitzRoger was going there to find her. His hand moved to grasp her, then stilled. He lowered it. FitzRoger saod, he would return as soon as he can. He don’t wanted her aboard in the dark with only a handful of men. He would leave his escort asa well as yours.

For the first time in her life, Imogen was awoke with a kiss, but FitzRoger was already in his armor and completely the commander. He stood aside so she could pass through, then he move.

When Imogen and FitzRoger emerged from the monastery, she found, as he had said, that twenty men had been on guard. At first there was no evidence of a problem, but then she notice that one of the man was pale, then he swayed slightly. In moments, most of the men were moaning or vomiting. FitzRoger had seen it too. He moved forward. The horse bucked wildly. FitzRoger swung brytally at his other opponed and broke his arm. The man howled and fell. He was with her, her helmet went caught by a branch that would have knocked her out. Imogen supposed all of the attack was Warbrick’s work. In that moment FitzRoger suspect Lancaster of being behind this attack. He tought the main purpose must have been to kill me, not to capture you.

Dark Champion

Dark Champion

Chapter  12 and 13

Imogen relished of the Cleeve – Carrisford holdings. For the first time appreciating how much power it represented. Imogen looked around her castle and saw it as the base for one of the great holdings of England.

Imogen descended to the hall, she wore the clothes that FitzRoger had choosen. The hall full of men fell silent. FitzRoger came forward to escort her to the high table, to sit beside the king. FitzRoger tested  the instrument. He glance around almost humorously, then  he sang for his bride. It appeared that the song might have been composed for her. Imogen was just amazed he was capable of it. Imogen had not missed that last line, however she rose in her turn and came to take the instrument and sang for her husband.

“ The treasure of Carrisford, rescued by courage,

Safe in her true home ever shall be.

Tending her people, nourishing,guiding,

Sharing the wastel and honeydew,she.

I sing of the courage of Tyron FitzRoger

I sing of his honor in coming to aid me,

My tears are of joy, my touch will be gentle

A treasure preserved just where it should be “.

Then next day, Imogen again awoke to find herself alone, but she had no fear that he had abandoned her. She ventured down to the hall. She went through the passageways purpose fully, coming to the next one closer to the treasure room. She wanted to give him something. She opened her father’s jewel had been brought down after his death. Brought by herself, Siward and Sir Gilbert, the only ones who knew the full secretly of Carrisford.

When Imogen wanted back to hall, she saw the man who bowed and smiled to her. Imogen turned with a grimace to see Lancaster striding toward her. He said that FitzRoger sent to dispose of that weakling brother and secure CleeveLand. Their next move was to acquire Carrisford. Then Imogen felt sick with his words. 

Dark Champion

Dark Champion

Chapter 9,10 and 11

Martha, Imogen’s steward rushed in and excited to do something, and tidied Imogen apperance. She tried her softest shoes. Imogen walked through the rooms and began to descend the wide staircases into the great hall. She was amazed to find that the hall look ready for royalty and a wedding. Imogen took the offered pen and signed her life away, adding the cross that made if holy vow.

She watched as FitzRoger put his signature and cross below her then all the witnesses. There is a chair here which can be carried. Imogen looked bemusedly at the chair. “Thank you”, she said. For all he’d done. The king came to stand beside her and FitzRoger. He proceeded to read out the betrothal documents in his deep and sonorous voice. The king took Imogen’s cold right hand, gave it a little squeeze, then placed it in FitzRoger right hand. The cross was complete when his free hand came over to slip a plain gold ring onto her ring finger.

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When awoke it was bright daylight out doors and she was  alone in the bed. She leaned up to scan the room but he was not there. She gripped her hands tightly. It had to be done without consummation, the mariage was incomplete. It was voidable. She suddenly realized her virginity provided, the means of escape. Of course, while she was totally in the power of FitzRoger and the king there was nothing. She could do, but if the situation were to continue for a period of time, and if the balance of ppower should shift

Before Imogen could tussle with the problem further. A middle-age trademan who bowed in her and announced with pride that he came to Carrisford was ordered by FitzRoger. FitzRoger ordered footwear for you, Lady Imogen.

Dark Champion

Dark Champion

Chapter 6,7 and 8^

Imogen had thwarted Warbrick. She wanted to get all of the jewelery back. fitzRoger told to Imogen that Warbrick will do anyting rather than give it back, and he wanted Imogen on him. He promised to save her and gave the best security. Then finally Imogen said, she will have to be Sir Ricard of Yelston or the Earl of Lancaster. FitzRoger didn’t sure about her said. He wanted her to choose him. Imogen declared that the Earl of Lancaster had power enough to see my security, had great skill. Imogen to have Carrisford restored to it’s glory.

Imogen collapsed back her pillow and tried to think straightly about her choices. She could put aside her own taste if the choice lay between Lancaster and FitzRoger. Neither applead to her. One older, and seeking always the easy way not the right. One younger, hard and frightening along day. Imogen thought about Cleeveland lord. Fitzoger thought she dislike him, FitzRoger had impressed her with his competence. If handled properly, he would keep both estates safe. She laid back and shut her eyes. She prayer silently to her earthly father. She wanted her father’s guided to choose a husband. Suddenly  the door was open and her eyes flicked open to see FitzRoger in the door way. She took a deep breath and said to FitzRoger that she wanted Carrisford, she wanted to rule in Carrisford after they were wed. FitzRoger came closer, three steps, to stand at the end of her bed. He smile down at her, then his hands slid araound her, one to curve araound her nape, the other to rest like fire in the small of her neck. He titled up her chin, before she could spit out her offense at that, his lips were on her. His hand cradled her head and there was really nothing she could do about it except submit. A short time FitzRoger had signed the marriage contracts. Imogen screamed that she hated Bastard FitzRoger, and collapse back onto the bed. FitzRoger footsteps light down.

Remembering that kiss. She had kept her attention on the bailey, she would have seen the king’s men arrive. FitzRoger came in, he moved closed to the bed. She looked away from his challenging eyes. Tommorow night she will marry him. She will try to be a dutiful wife

Dark Champion

Dark Champion

Chapter  6,7 and 8^

Imogen had thwarted Warbrick. She wanted to get all of the jewelery back. FitzRoger told to Imogen that Warbrick will do anyting rather than give it back, and he wanted Imogen on him. He promised to save her and gave the best security. Then finally Imogen said, she will have to be Sir Ricard of Yelston or the Earl of Lancaster. FitzRoger didn’t sure about her said. He wanted her to choose him. Imogen declared that the Earl of Lancaster had power enough to see my security, had great skill. Imogen to have Carrisford restored to it’s glory.

 

Imogen collapsed back her pillow and tried to think straightly about her choices. She could put aside her own taste if the choice lay between Lancaster and FitzRoger. Neither applead to her. One older, and seeking always the easy way not the right. One younger, hard and frightening along day. Imogen thought about Cleeveland lord. Fitzoger thought she dislike him, FitzRoger had impressed her with his competence. If handled properly, he would keep both estates safe. She laid back and shut her eyes. She prayer silently to her earthly father. She wanted her father’s guided to choose a husband. Suddenly  the door was open and her eyes flicked open to see FitzRoger in the door way. She took a deep breath and said to FitzRoger that she wanted Carrisford, she wanted to rule in Carrisford after they were wed. FitzRoger came closer, three steps, to stand at the end of her bed. He smile down at her, then his hands slid araound her, one to curve araound her nape, the other to rest like fire in the small of her neck. He titled up her chin, before she could spit out her offense at that, his lips were on her. His hand cradled her head and there was really nothing she could do about it except submit. A short time FitzRoger had signed the marriage contracts. Imogen screamed that she hated Bastard FitzRoger, and collapse back onto the bed. FitzRoger footsteps light down.

Remembering that kiss. She had kept her attention on the bailey, she would have seen the king’s men arrive. FitzRoger came in, he moved closed to the bed. She looked away from his challenging eyes. Tommorow night she will marry him. She will try to be a dutiful wife