Age of Faith

Chapter 52

Knowing every second that passed drew him closer again, he brought the disgusting baron to focus and saw him straddling Sir Merrick who—fought beneath him. A moment later, Lavonne pulled back her arm to give a fatal blow."Even!" He hurried to stand up.

But Merrick was bleeding again. A dagger protruded from her chest, she placed a dark gaze onto Annyn and said, "I'm sorry."He stared, wounded because of the man who had helped kill his brother."Cheating!" Lavonne screamed and swung her dagger.Remindled that her own death was imminent, Annyn turned her head.

There lay Merrick's sword which was milled by Lavonne from his hand.Act! He grabbed the sword before Lavonne could rise from Merrick. As he charged towards her, his hand went to his sword. However, before he could wrap his fingers around the hilt, he thrust the tip of the knife into his chest.

He was silent and looked at her, then raised his eyes to where he stood on it— eyes that reflected his own disbelief at what he had done. “I'm afraid you have me, Lady Annyn,” she talks like a person who might comment on a blade of grass. “But can you do?" He could not, although not long ago he believed he could take his life from such a rotten creature. But he won't let her know that. With a sword stab that must have pierced him through his tunic, he said, “Four long years I have lived to this day. Aye, motherfucker, I can.” “Yet you are not.

Why, when there's nothing more to tell about your brother's unfortunate death?” She laughs. “No, Annyn Bretanne, you can't. You can play the sword, but you are not a fighter.” He's correct. She was not a warrior, this woman who was found unexpectedly happy to wear a fitting dress, this woman Garr Wulfrith loved."Give me the sword" Lavonne ordered. "I will" he threatened. “How much time is it today? Or will tomorrow be a better fit? Better-" Lavonne's widened eyes reminded her of the voices of others entering the— stables.

She glanced at the doorway and, as Lavonne stood up, all she— could think was that she had broken lesson four telling to watch over one's opponent.She leapt forward to put it on the sword again, but he lunged to the side slamming his arm into his sword arm, and pushed his body violently into his body.

The commotion in the stables swelled up, answered by the desperate roar of horses, Annyn and Lavonne fell together onto the opposite wall. Despite this, it almost made regardless of his grip, he held the sword above his head and struggled to knock it down. He's clamped. Even worse, Lavonne drew her own sword. As he follows her from her scabbard, Garr glides across space with a created roar and the baron is shocked.

Then he was there, his sword making Lavonne slip from his grasp. Looking at the wolf with its silver hair in shock and pulled back, Garr slammed into Lavonne's neck and lifted her off her legs as if she weighed less than a skinned chicken. A moment later, the baron bounced off the wall and landed beside Sir Merrick. A murder in his blood, Garr begins to follow, but then stops. Although under the relentless training for so many years was that nothing happened when he raised the sword, what he felt beyond it became a hatred that threatened to devour him.

He can't let it—by God and Annyn. With his shoulders lifted, he called himself back to the woman who needed him. As the others crowded the threshold stall behind Sir Rowan whose face was furrowed upon seeing the sight, Garr flipped over. The sight of Annyn— covered in blood, constantly gripping the sword where she stood by sticking to the wall, the skirt ripped and dirty—causing her hatred to surge again. Did Lavonne rape her? Fury boiled his blood, but then he whispered, "Garr." He went to him, removed the sword from his hand, and cupped his face in the palm of the hand. “You injured?” "I don't think so." "Is he...?" He jerked his head from side to side and fell backwards.

Garr hugged him to support him, closed his eyes, and thanked him to heaven. Oh, my God, he loved her. Despite his lesson that a man loves nothing but his destroyer, sword, and guardian, he loves the woman who is now his wife. It goes against everything a warrior should aspire to, but there is nothing he wants but to love and be loved by him. A scream sounded on his back.

Holding Annyn, he swung his sword. It wasn't necessary, because Rowan was there. With the sword prick that your Garr gave him, he placed Lavonne where he sifted. With a bloodied dagger in hand, the baron spotted its torn central part before collapsing on top of Merrick. Garr returned his sword to the scabbard. Whatever happened here is done. As she swung Annyn into her arms, she leaked the two men and—trembered.

"It's over," he calmed down.

"Yes." Yeah." He's looking for Rowan. "With your hand, Jonas is avenged."

Garr's steps faltered. This has anything to do with Jonas? But of course. Been

he was right all along that his brother was murdered? It seems so, and by

Lavone. Although the question was burning, now was not the time to ask. Like him

carrying him forward, he saw the rope in the corner where the noose was—

archaic. A cold hand of death clawed at him, he hugged him closer and carried him

he was from the stables, only to find the duke advancing towards him.

"What's this?" Henry demands.

"Your friend, Lavonne, is dead." Leaving behind stuttered Henry, Garr continued—

donjon where the sheet was flying in the morning was blown by the wind.

Before long, he laid Annyn on their wedding bed. "Get out!" he ordered those who

has followed anxiously. His mother took his daughter, Josse, and all three

guards Warren, Samuel, and Charles from the sun and gently closed the door.

"They did it" whispered Annyn and reached out to her neck. “They are

yang.”

Lavonne and Merrick? For sure

about her neck. To God!

He would tear from the sun to the stables to separate Lavonne's corpse

limb after limb, but Annyn's voice pierced through the fire.

“Hold me, Gar. Pray, hold me.”

All told—all that makes him feel stupid for not believing.

Continuing the curse of his blindness that has brought today to Annyn, Garr

dip the towel in the steaming bath water. There was no blood left on his body

—Alhamdulillah, her little — she once again swept a cloth over her body

his shoulder, on the back of his neck that was barely touched by the rope burn, was,

on the other shoulder, and lastly his palm from which he had subsided—

splinters.

Despite the certainty of Henry's impatience, Garr has been holding Annyn for what—

it seemed like hours and hours, and little by little he was recounting his encounter with Merrick

and Lavonne, explaining so much that she thought she understood. Finally, he has

fell into a restless sleep from which he awoke as the last light of the day

go out. But not a word she had said for the past half hour.

He squeezed a towel, put it on the edge of the tub, and came to the

sided. As she knelt down, Annyn raised her head.

Suppressing his reaction to the blisters on his neck, Garr said, “I—maaf, Ann.” "For what?" “That I am a fighter—I am indeed—so invisible that Lavonne and Merrick could do what they did and not be punished for four years. And now being punished just because you can see what I can't see.” "You don't know my brother like I do." “I know him enough to know that I have his loyalty—his eyes tell me so. For that and its facilities with weapons, I use the First Guard.”

He shifted closer, causing the water to make the sides of the bathtub. "His eye?" The intensity of the moment he looked at her when, a moment before, he was content to remain within himself, unsettling. “Aye, emotions where truth cannot be hidden. Jonas received the letter, but when he said that he could not betray, it did not allow me to believe it even though his eyes were right. ” Garrny. “Had I not let master, I would not have started to believe what I saw in the eyes of others.

I'll see what's in Lavonne's and Merrick's and known. Ironically even now swells. He will never believe that Annyn's creation and her revenge will lead to further — scams of Rowan of Jonas, the love and death story of Isobel, the murder of Merrick and Lavonne over Jonas. He stood up and almost stepped on the remains of the purple bliaut that Annyn first wore this morning— would never be worn again. “With faith, Annyn! Because of his mistake, Merrick in Rowan took you from me in the forest, and I didn't see the scene when he made the mistake of losing his breath!

Because of all the hard work of father to educate me, I am not worthy!” The water flowed and Annyn got up and stepped out of the bathtub. His body sparkled in the light of a torch, he placed a hand on his cheek. “No, Garr Wulfrit, you are more valuable than any man I know. I feel good being your wife.” Even though he desperately wanted to pull her towards him and immerse her face in his neck, he stepped back. "Then you're stupid." He took his robe and thrust it to wear. “Close yourself.”

He put his arm through it and tied it to his small waist, then came to him with the sweet scent of a rush that released their essence underfoot. “Should we be bodo together, Husband? we love each other, forget all the pain that has passed before?” He's in the leading position. "Should we make children and grow old together?"How beautiful she sounded, as if it was possible. "You almost died." "But I don't.

You came for me." Smile succeeded. "How do you know where to find me?" Although the soldier that father asked of him refused to reveal what was interesting about his negotiation with Henry, he said, "I don't understand it, but I feel you as if God Himself whispered it to me." "Really?" "Yes." Yeah." He clenched his hands on his side. "You're supposed to be my right, Annyn." “It will never be able to do.” “You've done it.” His gaze descended to the left side of his face which showed the hatred that his fourteen-year-old self felt towards him.His fingers followed, and gently traced the same four fingers that had clawed at his skin. "That's when I wrongly believed that you were responsible for Jonas' death." "And I didn't?" His hand stopped in his jaw. "Jonas did betray, and although he could not finish what prompted him to do, only a fool would help that betrayal, regardless of what the eyes said." He took a step closer to Garr, so close he could smell the warmth of his skin. "He let others make a way for him, and for that he died." Tears brightened his eyes. “No, you are not responsible. Jonas and Lavonne and Sir Merrick are to blame.Despite you, you can't do things differently. ” Can he not have it? in all probability. “Stay, it's not a surprise to be blind for many years.

So blind that I could not see the killer in my midst. Almost every day since then, Merrick has been in my company, and everything he reveals in the behavior and depth of the eye, I mention everything except his guilt.” Annin. "You're wrong about Jonas' death, but no more wrong than I believe that you killed him — is far more wrong than I was looking for your death." Although Garr wants what he has to say, he struggles with everything Drogo has taught him.

He cupped his face between his hands. “It's over. I won't let any more of my brother's death throw me into the shadows. I want light, I want laughter, I want tomorrow. I want you, Garr Wulfrith.” He and put his ears forward. "Even when it can whisper, it speaks loudest." He peeked at her. “Will you say it, Garr? Although I feel it, I want it.” He knows what he wants—one last opening.

Words that he did not receive training. The emotional statement that, until Annyn Bretanne, had Garr? Although I feel it, I want it.” He knows what he wants—one last opening. Words that he did not receive training. The emotional statement that, until Annyn Bretanne, had Garr? Although I feel it, I want it.” He knows what he wants—one last opening. Words that he did not receive training. The emotional statement that, until Annyn Bretanne, had been but something of a tourist attraction.