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