Age of Faith

Chapter 53

It was true that he loved her, but of course it would make her vulnerable to say it. And a warrior— By faith! Despite having a sword in hand since the age of four, he was a first man. A man who loves this woman. But before she could utter words that eluded her tongue, Annyn lowered her gaze. “One day you will tell me.” Garr caught his chin. "I won't." Putting his father behind him, letting himself feel what is real and true and good, he said, “Today I will tell you

. I love you, Annyn Wulfrit. If you're going to have me, I'm going to go through my whole life with you. Eyes twinkled, he touched the finger to the goal. “I'll have you. Although it was too early to ask him to be one with her again, Garr touched his mouth to his mouth.

A kiss would be enough, he told himself, but when he sighed, he pulled her closer and deepened the kiss. He will leave slowly. Then— She backed off. “Do you want this, Ann? Maybe too soon.” “I do want this.” "As I am." He took off his robe belt and took off his clothes. It fell into a hurry, revealing the woman was Annyn. Formed perfectly. "You don't think I'm pretty?" she asked. “Not beautiful?” He looked at her sight. “It is not difficult to portray the man.” Considering her upbringing, she was not surprised that she doubted her femininity.

Relax, one does not need to look too closely to know that he is less comfortable with women things. "A man you play with, but a man I complain more than once about being beautiful." "You did it?" He pulled her to the table where the basin was sitting and took the mirror there. "See." He stepped onto his back and raised a silvery oval in front of his face. “There is only one thing less than you, Annyn, and now you have it.”

He searched around on his face, touching his mouth, nose, and cheeks, and saw what Garr saw. She has never been and will not be Lady Elena, but she doesn't need to now because she has what it is to be Garr's creator. "Love," he said gently and met her in the mirror. “Ya, love.” He pulled. “No one is prettier than my wife. And there will never be.” He returns the mirror to the table, swings it into his arms, and takes it to the bed where he makes love to her.

How much time passed before she turned around with him to her side, Annyn could not say it, but with obvious regret she did. "I have to go to Henry." He had forgotten about the duke who would be angry at being kept waiting for these hours.Garr must have felt his anxiety, because he said, “All will be well, Annyn.

Henry needs me almost as much as the Wulfrits need him.”"And Stephen?"“If England wants to prosper again, Stephen must give up his crown.Nothing else for it.”"I'm sorry.""Don't be."He kissed her forehead.“That's without us.”He set his eyes on it."Am I worthy, my lord?"He pressed his hands forward.“Very Valuable, my dear.”

Stern Castle, November 1153 "I am called." Garr looked up from the letter delivered a few minutes earlier. Praying for the good news, that there will eventually be an end to this war, Annyn crossed the sun to where she stood beside the table. "And?" He let the letter roll back and pulled it into his arms. "Stephen has agreed to negotiate." He lowered his head and met her. “Then the twill will end soon.” “Does God want it.” She smiles. “Surely He will do it.” Of course, things were the same at the end of summer when word was heard about the death of Stephen's son and heir, Eustace. Edmunds, along with his father, were whispered that it was God's vengeance for Eustace plundering the monastery's lands during the week before. “I want you to come with me,” says Garr, “but better not.” Especially now.

Although he hoped to see a little of it once he returned to Wulfen to continue training the boys to— he slipped a hand between them and stretched his fingers across his stomach. “Where did you go?” He looked at the hand he had placed above himself. “Negotiation will be held in Winchester. I'll go tomorrow.” So soon? And for how long?

She had greatly spoiled him since their wedding, rarely leaving his side. Although he hoped to see a little of it once he returned to Wulfen to continue training the boys to— he slipped a hand between them and stretched his fingers across his stomach. “Where did you go?” He looked at the hand he had placed above himself. “Negotiation will be held in Winchester. I'll go tomorrow.” So soon? And for how long?

She had greatly spoiled him since their wedding, rarely leaving his side. Although he hoped to see a little of it once he returned to Wulfen to continue training the boys for—orang—and where he sent Rowan to return Sir Merrick—dia yet, within two weeks of their wedding, he had decided to give the castle in Everard's care so that he could become a husband and father when they were very tall.

She stroked her stomach.Although she knew the answer, she asked, "You really should go?""I had sworn allegiance to Stephen, but he said he would come only if I attended."He tilted his head back and kissed her."By my oath, I'll be right back."He raised an eyebrow."Don't swear that you can't keep—lesson seven, right?""Yeah, and I'll keep it."She put it on her stomach.“Has your period not started yet?”It was the same one that she loved at least twice a day since she told him that her mistake was too late.

Unfortunately, there have been no other signs to confirm her pregnancy, so it may not be at all."They haven't started yet, but there's also no swelling."He laughs.“As my mother said, often months before a proud stomach becomes her gift.”She tucked the hair behind her ear, has grown the last few months so it now falls over her shoulder.“Patience, Ann.

We'll know soon.”He pulled it from his stomach and put it where his heart belonged.Yes, soon they will know.So soon they will be three, maybe four.