Cedric’s condition worsened. He thr

Cedric’s condition worsened. He thrashed about until they bound him to the bed for fear he’d do himself more harm. He mumbled and shouted and opened his eyes. But they were glassy with fever, and he knew none of them by name. Myles sat by his side, with his mother and Tavish. The priest was there, and the surgeon too. Eventually, Vivienne joined them, sitting next to Myles’s mother and holding her hand. Through the night, they waited and prayed.
By dawn, his father was little better, sleeping in fits and starts, but at least the agitated mumbling of his dreams had stopped.
As sunlight brightened the room, Myles’s mother turned weary eyes to him. “You should get some rest, darling. I’ll send for you if anything changes.”
“I’m fine, Mother. ’Tis you who needs to rest. I can stay a bit longer.” He squeezed her shoulder.
But he was in sorry need of freshening up. At her further insistence, he relented and made his way to his chamber and some clean clothes. Wiping a hand across his tired eyes, he pushed open the door and stepped inside. Then he rubbed his eyes once more, for the sight upon his bed stopped him in his tracks.
Fiona, half wrapped in a coverlet, her head resting in a puddle of red curls, lay sound asleep upon his mattress. Why hadn’t someone put her in a chamber of her own? His teeth ground together. ’Twas Vivi’s ploy, no doubt. She was forever playing silly tricks. He ran a hand through his hair, cursing his aunt silently. He stepped lightly toward the bed. Lord Almighty, his wife was a sight, though, enough to stir a eunuch, with one slender leg stretched out from under the covers. If only she were truly as innocent and soft as she appeared. He wondered briefly why she’d not slipped under the bedcovers, but then again, everything about the troublesome wench was a mystery to him.
She turned then, rolling to her back, and he smiled. She was wearing his shirt, the sleepy temptress, and beneath the fine linen, her breasts, pink-tipped and impudent, taunted him like a prize. His body stirred. Christ, even in her sleep, she roused him.
He’d avoided her well enough while traveling those last two days, the task made easier by simply keeping the wench behind him. And thinking of his father. But here she was, snuggled in his bed. There’d be no avoiding her now. He shook his head, trying to dispel the vision of his wife’s breasts and failing. He strode silently into his storeroom to gather fresh clothes. He’d not wake her up by bathing in here. Lord knew the last thing he needed was to strip naked while she reclined in his bed. In his bed! He’d not considered sharing a chamber. Lord, she’d be ever underfoot, touching his things, leaving her fragrance upon his pillows. Troublesome girl.
He grabbed at a shirt and doublet, and a few other items to complete his dressing, and moved back through his chamber toward the door. He did not spare her a glance, for all his thoughts were circling toward desire and she’d not welcome him, filthy as he was.
Stepping into the corridor, he nearly collided with Ruby.
“Oh, good morning, m’lord. I was just going to check on your wife.”
Myles felt his face flush, as if the maid could see the lusty images he’d conjured in his mind. He looked back into the room to see Fiona still dozing, that slender ankle sticking out from the covers. He should pull her from his bed at once and send her to a room of her own, before she settled in further, like a tick under his skin. But the sunlight caught her red-gold hair, burnishing it like molten copper.
“Let her sleep, Ruby. Come back later and see to her needs then.”
Ruby dropped low in a curtsy, a mistakenly knowing glint in her eye. She thought he’d exhausted his bride with good loving. Hah, hardly.
“Of course, m’lord. Is there anything I can do for you?”
“Yes. Set up a bath for me in Lord Robert’s room.”
“Very good, m’lord.” She bobbed her head and turned away, humming as she went.
He looked at Fiona once more. Still asleep, lounging like a cat in a shaft of sunlight. He pulled the door closed.
Later.
Later, he'd remind her of her vow to love and obey him.

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Cedric's kondisi memburuk. Ia meronta-ronta tentang sampai mereka mengikatnya ke tempat tidur karena takut dia akan lakukan sendiri lebih berbahaya. Ia pasrah dan berteriak dan membuka matanya. Tapi mereka berkaca-kaca dengan demam, dan dia tahu tidak satupun dari mereka dengan nama. Myles duduk di sisinya, dengan ibunya dan Tavish. Imam berada di sana, dan ahli bedah juga. Akhirnya, Vivienne bergabung dengan mereka, duduk di samping Myles's ibu dan memegang tangannya. Sepanjang malam, mereka menunggu dan berdoa.Oleh Fajar, ayahnya adalah sedikit lebih baik, tidur di cocok dan mulai, tapi setidaknya gelisah bergumam mimpinya itu telah berhenti.Seperti sinar matahari cerah Kamar, Myles's Ibu berubah mata lelah kepadanya. "Anda harus beristirahat, sayang. Saya akan mengirimkan untuk Anda jika ada perubahan."' Aku baik-baik, ibu. ' Tis Anda yang membutuhkan untuk beristirahat. Aku bisa tinggal lebih lama." Ia diperas bahunya.Tapi ia membutuhkan Maaf menyegarkan diri. Di desakan nya lebih lanjut, ia mengalah dan membuat perjalanan ke ruang nya dan beberapa pakaian yang bersih. Menyeka tangan di matanya yang lelah, dia mendorong buka pintu dan melangkah ke dalam. Kemudian dia menggosok matanya sekali lagi, untuk melihat tempat tidurnya menghentikannya di trek-nya.Fiona, half wrapped in a coverlet, her head resting in a puddle of red curls, lay sound asleep upon his mattress. Why hadn’t someone put her in a chamber of her own? His teeth ground together. ’Twas Vivi’s ploy, no doubt. She was forever playing silly tricks. He ran a hand through his hair, cursing his aunt silently. He stepped lightly toward the bed. Lord Almighty, his wife was a sight, though, enough to stir a eunuch, with one slender leg stretched out from under the covers. If only she were truly as innocent and soft as she appeared. He wondered briefly why she’d not slipped under the bedcovers, but then again, everything about the troublesome wench was a mystery to him.She turned then, rolling to her back, and he smiled. She was wearing his shirt, the sleepy temptress, and beneath the fine linen, her breasts, pink-tipped and impudent, taunted him like a prize. His body stirred. Christ, even in her sleep, she roused him.He’d avoided her well enough while traveling those last two days, the task made easier by simply keeping the wench behind him. And thinking of his father. But here she was, snuggled in his bed. There’d be no avoiding her now. He shook his head, trying to dispel the vision of his wife’s breasts and failing. He strode silently into his storeroom to gather fresh clothes. He’d not wake her up by bathing in here. Lord knew the last thing he needed was to strip naked while she reclined in his bed. In his bed! He’d not considered sharing a chamber. Lord, she’d be ever underfoot, touching his things, leaving her fragrance upon his pillows. Troublesome girl.He grabbed at a shirt and doublet, and a few other items to complete his dressing, and moved back through his chamber toward the door. He did not spare her a glance, for all his thoughts were circling toward desire and she’d not welcome him, filthy as he was.Stepping into the corridor, he nearly collided with Ruby.“Oh, good morning, m’lord. I was just going to check on your wife.”Myles felt his face flush, as if the maid could see the lusty images he’d conjured in his mind. He looked back into the room to see Fiona still dozing, that slender ankle sticking out from the covers. He should pull her from his bed at once and send her to a room of her own, before she settled in further, like a tick under his skin. But the sunlight caught her red-gold hair, burnishing it like molten copper.“Let her sleep, Ruby. Come back later and see to her needs then.”Ruby dropped low in a curtsy, a mistakenly knowing glint in her eye. She thought he’d exhausted his bride with good loving. Hah, hardly.“Of course, m’lord. Is there anything I can do for you?”“Yes. Set up a bath for me in Lord Robert’s room.”“Very good, m’lord.” She bobbed her head and turned away, humming as she went.He looked at Fiona once more. Still asleep, lounging like a cat in a shaft of sunlight. He pulled the door closed.Later.Later, he'd remind her of her vow to love and obey him.