Age of Faith

Chapter 48

“Pray, Annyn, speak.I know you are capable of doing well.He took a deep breath, crossed into bed, and pulled the sword ring from his thumb."When I wear your ring, will you wear mine?"Garr observes it and realizes that, not long ago, he secretly rejoices that it will never get to Lavonne.“'s handsI've never heard of such a mating ring— for a man.”"Are you going to wear it?"What will Drogo have—?He did not care what the ruthless soldier would say or feel about a man who declared marrying the woman he married her.

He raised his left hand."I'll be."Annyn looked surprised at times, then she smiled.With great difficulty, she worked the ring on top of her large and resistant knuckle and placed it on the base of her finger.Keep holding her hand, she met the scene."I know it's market jewelry and it's almost suitable to promise life to someone, but—" I consider myself lucky because it doesn't depend and it doesn't belong to anyone else," Garr sidelines."Really?""Really."He looked down and up again.“Now, wife, will you let me see you?You guys?" He let go of the hand and, who was relieved, pulled his chain from the top of his head and dropped it on the floor. "Have I disappointed?"she asked, though not shy After years of portraying a boy, she needed to be made to feel like a woman."No, please."He pulled her towards him and opened his arms around his waist."We'll go slowly," he swore and took her to bed."Why?"She groaned.Too much did she miss to grow up among men."The first time a woman brings pain."His gaze flickered."And next time?"He swept his mouth into his mouth.“It's a pleasure, Ann.

I owe you." Later, as they are troubled in the shadows of the night, Annyn glorifies her husband, the man she loves for having been rejected by her mother. A man who loved her, she realized. Now if only he would talk. When she rolled to the side, losing her body in shock, but she pointed it at him and pulled it closer.Annyn stuck her cheek forward.

It took more courage than she had expected to ask a question about him, but the sound of his breathing was pushing him."What do you feel for me, Garr?"“Didn't I show you?

He pushed on the elbow and looked for the sparkle of his eyes."I'll know his name."“There may be no name.”“Mine has a name.Will you ask me to tell it?He didn't answer."Very good."He and, for that, said, "I love, Garr Wulfrith."After some time, she said, “Good if a wife feels that way towards her husband.It makes the union more pleasant.” The distance between her words made her sick, Annyn lifted.

Could he be wrong about his feelings?"Let's go to sleep."He eyelids.Annyn reveals the dark say— very handsome, though so he is on himself, it is not interesting.As if a sculptor has a hundredfold form each of his features, and,he was more handsome than any man he saw.And he had chosen him.He turned around, but as he was troubled beside him, he pulled him back into his curves."It's okay, Annyn," he whispered to the discussion.“Let's settle for it.”If it's true she doesn't love him, she'll find a way to change it."You don't snore, My husband," Annyn mused, her eyebrows furrowed as she found out something on the chest of the bed where she was standing.

How did he know he was awake?For the last few minutes of this earliest morning, he had watched it move around the dim sun, lingering on the rug, for a long time, looking at the forehead on the fine linen curtains collected from the bed, twisting the ring declaring him as his wife, teasing him.as he paced everywhere except for the quilt where they met last night.He sat.“I'm glad to hear I don't snore.

Do you think I might?He grabbed the one he had thrown over his chest, lifted his belt, and released the misericorde bestowed upon him on his knightly title, which he had been given, the same one he gave to Jonas only to be returned by the woman who claimed to love him... It was as disturbing as the woman's words the other night, and even though she herself couldn't pronounce them, it was, it felt as if those words weren't in every space in him—and even that was empty thought.

Annyn twisting the misericorde."

"That's because I want you to believe that I'm sleeping." His gaze flew towards him. "You know?" "Someone has entered." "But you let me ... You don't do anything until I'm on top of you!" He scrunched his eyebrows. "Lesson sixteen, mistress's wife, take good care of one's knowledge of his opponent." He raised his hand. “Pray, not again. I am no longer a guard who needs a lesson.” “Yes, but now you are my wife, and for that too there is a lesson.” Lips tilt. “Much different, I guess.” “In some way.” "Tells." Wanting him like he didn't want any woman, he bent a finger. "Close and I will show you." archived, he lowered his gaze to the dagger he had not yet set aside, and his humor. "I want you to know that I can't do it." "What?" “On the night I came to your room, I could not do what brought me to Wulfen.” Can't kill him? But he has— “I didn't understand back then, but I definitely know you couldn't have killed Jonas.

You are not such a person, and of course no one can turn so big.” "You're saying you won't burden me?" "'It was the way I wanted it to be, when I got back late, I realized my mistake. But he saw it. "Before I can retreat, you catch me." He felt a sense of hesitation as the intruder stood beside him, but death was already too close to discover the truth. "I'm asking you to trust me on this." He's looking for his eyes.

Although his father would reprimand him for believing what he found in the eyes of a woman, he said. "I don't believe you, Ann." He sighed. “Thank you, Husband.” The simple title of the wish was wanting to make love to her again. The next second his passion wavered. Of love? Just an expression. “This belief I kill you,” he said, “what's the reason you keep carrying Jonas' dagger?” "As a reminder?" He shrugged his shoulders. “Partially, but more because the misericorde is mine first.” He was surprised, as he did inwardly for having said what was not necessary to be told. How lacking he was before him!warned—always a woman becomes a man of purpose. "Yours, Gar?" "Yes." Yeah." He pointed her to the bed.

He came and put the misericorde in hand. He twisted the weapon and knocked the steel under its hilt. "That's my initial." Annyn leaned forward and those fine scratches. “GW” Her head. “Because I don't know your Christian name, I'm sure the initials are the mark of the blacksmith who faked it. I feel stupid.” Garr glanced at his neck and shoulders, pulled him beside him, and threw the dagger to the far side of the mattress. "Now for another lesson." However, as he Why to claim his mouth, he said, "you gave Jonas your splinter?" Scolding herself as she had done so often since Annyn came crashing into her life, she fell flat on her back beside him.

Why did he give Jonas his dagger? Memories take him back to Lincolnshire many years ago: extending his stride through the woods, Merrick struggles to breathe to stay close, moving forward, bodies swaying between tree branches, and, jonas' face was mottled and wrinkled over the noose. The sight almost made him vomit, not just out of shame for such a death, but his harsh words and judgment had moved the young man to take his life. He already knows what he has to do.

And that no one else should know, except Abel and Everard whose help he had asked for, and, of course, Merrick. While the bodyguard gasps with his back to the scene, Garr has slashed Jonas, so executing a plan becomes very chaotic. “Gar?” She raised her eyelids to find Annyn leaning on it. He hands and palpates the black strands that sweep his cheeks. "Had it." Her gaze wavers. “But I can't bring it back like that.even though she watched—" "She—" "Listen to me and I'll tell you everything I shouldn't have done." He nodded stiffly. “Although few die while in training, and usually only in combat, they are returned home wearing the misericorde of Wulfen knights they aspired to.” He took a deep breath. “I know I shouldn't have worn it on Jonas, but I couldn't have done more for him.

Since there was no time to return to Wulfen, I tied my own misericorde to make his death visible.” She did not need to know it was the same sword that had made a fake wound on her brother's chest. Anin. "And you know why I made his death seem appropriate?" "Because you know Jonas couldn't have taken his own life." "With faith, women!" He pushed to his elbows, bringing their faces closer so he jerked backwards to avoid what might happen to be bleeding for one or both. “As I said before, I did it to avoid the embarrassment of your family, but also”—finally it was spoken, and he can no longer deny it—“I did it to ease my guilt over the judgment that drove Jonas somewhere.

The guilt I should not have felt for such a traitor. ” "Traitor! I know him better than ever, Garr Wulfrith.” "You think you know him." "Yes!" He held his hands back. "He is my brother." “Listen to me—” A knock destroys their private world. "My lord!" Squire Warren's voice had sounded from the door. "Sir Abel offered me to tell you that Duke Henry approached Stern." Although Garr is grateful for the reprieve last night that ensured the perfection of his marriage, he desperately hopes for another hour so that he and Annyn can put Jonas behind them."Send it to my brother and tell me you're keeping Henry outside the wall until I come to the hall." "I will succeed, my Lord.

There was a murmur in the corridor, and Warren called, "Helper, Josse, has come to see your wife, my lord." Garr dropped a leg into the bush, walked to the end of the bed, and pulled it from the peg. As she pushed her arm there, she glanced at Annyn on her blanket and followed her grave to the blood-stained bedsheet. He lifted up, his eyes became more see when he saw he also saw. He snatched the sheet above. "I don't understand.

This is not my time. Indeed, it's past. It took a while for Garr to understand the embarrassment that came out of him, and when he did, he almost smiled. He thought it was his menstruation. What else was she not told about being a woman? Does he know where the baby is coming from? He sighed. "I'm glad I don't have to be my eyes." "Why do you want to do that?" He tied his robe, stepped forward, and threw back the top of the sheet. “Virgin blood, Annyn. All evidence requires that a woman be holy

when she said her vow and the wedding was over.”

The wrinkles on his forehead deepened. “This is ordinary?”

“I don't know if it's ordinary, but it's as the church wants.”

He looked back at the marked sheet, then once again whipped the top sheet

more than that. “You said that had I not .. virgin blood, you would have given

prove it yourself?”

"Aye, and I'm glad 'twill isn't necessary."

"But who else but you and I know?"

He won't like what he says. “Anni—”

"My son!" his mother called through the door. “Quick. Henry

"Entertaining!"

Samuel opened the door. Her face avoided to pay her master and—

the woman's privacy, she stepped aside when Lady Isobel and Josse entered. A moment later,

the door was closed behind them. Once saw Annyn in bed, a blanket

clutched him, and the two women smiled.

“Come, Princess.” Isobel confers intimate titles without tension or falsehood.

“We will prepare you in Garr's room so Squire Samuel can take care of him—

Mister."

Big eyes on her pretty face, Annyn pulled the blanket closer and swung it

feet to the floor.

Maybe he doesn't need to know about his blood, Garr comforts, but then—

his mother exclaimed, "Sprei!" and rushed to bed. “Come, Jos.

we have to hang it.”

Annyn stopped, causing the horde to spread. Did he not hear wrong? She saw

from the women as they get down to bed, to Garr. "What do they do?"

He crossed over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. “As custom,

the sheet hung up early. ”

His face dyed deeper, he looked at Isobel and Josse. And there's a horror

satisfied murmurs that emerged from them as they appraised the sheet. NS

the humiliation! "I've never heard of it that way."

Gar sighed. “If you are not too busy with men's affairs, you will—

have."

The anger! "Maybe I should stick with men's things." "I'm afraid my taste applies only to women, Lady Wife."There's nothing funny about that! He glared as the women pulled

sheet from mattress. "It's primitive."

“I totally agree.” Lady Isobel glanced over her shoulder Although she only caught a glimpse of her face, Anyn was struck by the fatigue in her eyes and mouth."Unfortunately," continued Isobel, "this is necessary, Princess."Princess, again.The pleasant voice eased Annyn's embarrassment."Where's the bed sheet to hang?"“I think the middle window is the best.”Isobel holds one end of the sheet and the other Josse as they both cross the sun.Cool morning air burst in along with the opening of the shutters.“For everyone to see?”Anin chokes.“Especially Henry,” says Garr, “dan Lavonne if he accompanies the duke.”He's approaching and his voice priority.“Regardless of whether our marriage is considered clandestine or not, Annyn Wulfrith, the sheet proves that it is a wedding.Told to everyone that you are mine.And no one—no king—can take you from me.”Intensity steals his breath.Although what he says he knows is true, it does not hold back excommunication.It is very proud that he, a very happy man, is, and at that time he was endowed with a certain knowledge of what he did not allow to get out of the knowledge.

Garr Wulfrith, who used to be her enemy, now her husband, still loved her.For when arguing Jonas, she put a hand on his cheek.“I said right, My husband, I love.And although some people may try, no one can take you from me.”To his surprise—and hope—dia pressed where she cupped her cheeks."We stood together, Annyn,"he denied the words he wanted to hear."Husband and wife."That's not enough, but for now it's enough."It's done."Lady Isobel stepped out of the window."Well, Princess, there's a lot to do before you're tidy."Annyn frowned as she looked at the sheet in the window.

Now all will know.Of course, what happened in the sun on the last night is certainly expected of those who are newly married.But that knowledge does not help much.Although the sun faces the air scented rain, the heat of shame held the cold from him."Be at a good pace," murmured Garr as he flipped to follow his mother and Josse from the sun.Annyn lifted the blanket higher to prevent it from being dragged and stole a glance back."And you, Husband.