Age of Faith

Chapter 43

As he pulls her across the practice field, a question arises, but she is drawn to the people who throng the fence and walls, only intending to make Annyn go, she was far from clear enough to determine what her punishment was.Squire Warren appeared as they stepped off the training field and received a sword stab towards her.

Garr pulled Annyn over the suspension bridge, bailey into the bailey, and into the large hall where her mother was standing so suddenly her chair rolled."What'sthis?"exciting isobel.“What has he done now?”There is no end to the flesh that was made for Annyn Bretanne from an orderly life.Indeed, regardless of her punishment, she will likely not be affected.She pulled her up the stairs, the corridor of the corridor,and went into the room that his mother gave him.It was only then that he let go, and only so that he could close the door.What does the whole Christian Order have?

Annyn wonders when Garr flips facing her.She knows it was a mistake to challenge her, but it—maybe more than anything—had pushed him to the sword.This might prove the last time he could make such a mistake without suffering Lavonne's cruelty."My only regret," he said, "is that it ended too soon."He crossed his arms in front of his chest.“What will be my punishment, Mr Wulfrit?Will you return me to the dark tower?Will you once again direct your bodyguards to me?

There may not be dinner for two weeks—ah, but I won't be here that long, right?”his eyes narrowed but when he saw the thin one open, he saw it."You forgot lesson fourteen: slow to make a very important decision."“Anny Bretanne!”He stepped forward."Why are you provoking me?"“Why did you let me?”He twisted the aim around his arm and pulled it closer."You should be afraid of me."He's not flinching.“Regardless of what I believe, despite your burden that causes men to tremble, regardless of the power you use as a Wulfrit, I have never been afraid of you. "Trainer of lambs for soldiers is not the same as the man I'm about to marry." The fire in Garr's eyes flickered. “You're sure of that?”"I'm." I'm."Not that it would change anything between them.It could not.

Under the threat of tears, he heard himself say, "Only for the last time, I want to feel the sensation of having my destiny, and for that I fooled myself by challenging you."He laughed bitterly."But why, Garr, what's my loss?"His hands on top subside."I know.""Did you?"

Her eyelids were lowered, and when lifted, it was her mouth that she saw — as—if she was tempted to it.

Is that the desire he feels? Just lust for not having a woman recently? Or something more? And what about his own emotions, this longing in his chest? NS she-? That's not possible. Still, he raised his hand between them and placed his palm onto

her chest. "Why did you kiss me twice?"

Slowly, he lifted his gaze towards her. “I want.”

"Do you want any more?"

Without hesitation, she lowered her head and Annyn felt her pleasure

his mouth was in his mouth, his hands were on his back, and his arms swept him to his chest mouth.

When he followed his mouth to his ear, he turned his face to his neck and—

inhale the scent of the man, then smell it there and taste the salt

sweat. It's strange that what offended him on the training field

now it should cause an uproar within him.

"Annyn," he croaked, back to his mouth. Her lips teased and her hands pushed

through hair.

At that moment, he knew what he wanted from her and what he would give

he was in return. It was wrong — more wrong than he dared to think — but he

wanted these memories to take him away. Just this one thing and him

it will be as much as possible for someone whose fate is foreseen to be ill. No

no matter what Lavonne did to him, he would always have this.

He was happy with the knock there. "I feel it. Now teach me how this is between a

men and women, Garr.”

He was silent and, when he looked up, he saw regret on his face where there was—

has passion.

He let go and moved. "I'm sorry."

Heartache, he said, “Why did you stop? Because I'm not pretty?”

He turned. “I quit because this is a mistake I made by touching you.

Although women I don't know, I don't lie with women, especially them

promise on others.”

He gasps. “Promised? Do you mean not enslaved?”

His face became dark. “Indeed so, Ann. No other way.”

He took a step towards her. "But it can, even if only for today."

"Even. As you said that I'm not Lavonne, nor am I Rowan or your uncle,

pleasing yourself with a woman belonging to someone else, making prostitutes

she's." she's."

Her words were like a slap, and Annyn threw her face away so she didn't know how hard she was hitting.Despite her mother's sin, the, she did not want to imagine Elena that way.Silence that stretched until Annyn found her former and bitter self."How commendable you are, Lord Wulfrit," he said."Do I have words to express my gratitude that my fiancee who will find me whole."He closed the distance between them and cupped his chin.“It's good, Annyn, and I won't feel ashamed of it.”As the child in him wanted him to feel.Surprised by his own shame that, for all his search for God during these few days, he was, he would commit a sin he could never throw away to remember this man, he let go of his touch."You're right," he murmured. "Darling once again not like you." The silence descended again, and Annyn felt it directly into her soul. This time, it was Garr who was looking for him. "Come," she said, walking to the door, "You must have a cloth to make a fitting dress." He could barely breathe due to the sudden turn. After all that happened between this field and room, he wanted to take her to the market? "But I don't need the right dress." She wants to see off her shoulder .“Yes, indeed—a bliaut worthy of receiving someone who will be king.”Henry, who'll be here in a sennight. Although Annyn did not want to refuse, she knew Garr was right.

If there is a chance to save Rowan, she must get the duke's help, and it will be easier to do with a fitting dress and declare her as a woman, and it looked no worse than bad Wulfrit.Rowan closed his eyes when he saw Annyn following Wulfrith across the outside bailey.The commotion half an hour earlier had pulled her into his prison window, it had emerged from somewhere outside the castle walls, and saw nothing until Annyn passed the suspension bridge outside if she knew the cause.

Is he trying to report himself?Worrying him as a father would be a daughter, even though he was clearly not and inappropriate for it, he had been banging on the door and calling the guard.His thinness came, but no matter how Rowan rampaged, he had been banging on the door, the cursed man refused to open the door.With nothing left but prayer, which he had attempted, he had returned to the window, whose width allowed a child to enter but never a man.

Not that it mattered now.Annyn was fine, continuing her case that Wulfrith turned on the man who killed an innocent young man.Reassurance for his well-being is threatened by Jonas's endless pain

a moment later, they disappeared from sight, and spoke back to the conversation that sounded between the warden and a man who brought Rowan a few days ago.

Duke Henry comes, not only to gather Wulfrith's allegiance, but to see Annyn and the man who has helped her escape.although her own fate does not matter, she suffers over Annyn's fate.What is Henry's punishment?Worse than marrying him to the man who hit him so hard that he left behind memories?If only there was a way for him to help her.No.Either how, he would have to do it himself.

But what, with Wulfrit always at the back?Rowan hoped that training the famous knight would feel something for him that would cause him to help her, but lust would not take the risk to take the risk of the man who would become king, Wulfrit is not so stupid.It is worth to see Annyn freed from Henry.And from Rowan's experience, no results happened.