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HATING HER KING A Mutual Bargain
Gwen nodded. "I watched your tournament once. You won."Alexander remembered. It was when she had first visited Mainecroft Castle. "I saw you standing, with your cousin, by the wall." He recalled the moment vividly. "You saw me too." Guinevere blushed at the memory and looked away. He let it go. Then, "Are you familiar with any other weapons?"She shrugged her shoulders and shyly said, "I am familiar with the knife, if it matters. The kitchen knife.""Tell me about it." He urged. When she brought her eyes back to him, he nodded and repeated. "Tell me.""Back at Westside Manor, there's only Mrs. Grace. She is the butler, helper, and cook. She is all the household staff we can afford. So Beth and I would assist, of course, with the chores in the kitchen and around the house." She explained, and licked her lips. Alexander clenched his teeth. "I can handle a knife to cut vegetables, but I'm not quite sure it's the same thing as fighting off a person."His eyes fell to her hands, rememberi
HATING HER KING The Return Letter
Alexander picked up the letter that Edmund had carefully placed on his table. The missive was from Brand. At long last, he had sent a reply, and Edmund had told that it had arrived during the quiet hours of the previous night.He felt for the size of the letter and frowned at its lightweight. The envelope was slightly creased from its journey, but the seal remained perfect and intact. He crossed over to the settee and threw himself on it. Whatever reply Brand had decided to send after all this time should include his arrival for his birthday or he would make his brother suffer the consequences, he vowed.The letter read:'Your Majesty,I cannot say I was not pleased to receive your letter, as you will have my head, but I can say that it found me in good health, enjoying the finest weather – which you always disagree with – but I hope that this letter finds you in the same fortunate state.'Alexander rolled his eyes hard. Brand was becoming quite bold with his dare.'America is indeed
HATING HER KING First Lessons
***Guinevere's hands trembled as he hit her blade strongly. She lost her grip and the sword slipped from her grasp and clattered to the ground at her feet."Ow." She complained lowly, her eyes accusing him. Was she injured?Alexander's gaze drifted from her face to her hands, lingering on them for a moment before he lifted his eyes back to meet hers. His expression was stern. "You must never let go of your weapon so easily, or else, you are courting death. Hesitation and carelessness can be fatal when fighting. Keep your weapon with you if you wish to survive.""But I was hurt." She protested, cradling her right hand gently in her left."On the battlefield, getting hurt is inevitable." Alexander replied, his tone unyielding. "Injuries are a mighty part of any battle. If you pay too much attention to them, you will die."Guinevere grabbed her sword off the ground, annoyance flashing in her eyes. "I am simply learning to defend myself. I do not care for battlefields or the chaos they b
HATING HER KING His Closest Companion
Alexander scoffed. "There is no such thing as the perfect blow, nor can anyone deliver it." He remarked, shaking his head slightly. Then like her, he stuck his sword to the ground and crossed his hands over his chest. "Guinevere? Look at me." She obeyed, meeting his gaze. Her cheeks were flushed, from either the mild sun or from embarrassment. He would decide on the former. "If you are learning to fight to cause harm to another, then it is already a lost cause."When he had first taken up the sword to learn, it had been to waste away the days. His father had just discovered Lady Wilmot and so had become infatuated, so much so that he did not care any longer for his son and heir. His mother had been more obsessed with her husband and his mistress than caring for her son. He loved the sword, not because he was good at it, but because for the longest time, it had been his closest companion. Carlisle had come after his mother had died so he had been given a friend but the bond with his sw
HATING HER KING He Would Be King, No Matter What
***Denney stood by the window overlooking the field, watching his nephew and his little mistress engage in a swordfight.He had received news from his spy at Mainecroft Hall that a note had come for Lady Wilmot, inviting her to the birthday dinner of the bastard son of his late brother. Immediately, he had rushed to the castle, only to be greeted by yet another horrific surprise: the king playing in the evening sun with his supposed lady-in-waiting.Denney did not want to admit it, but it seemed his nephew was quite taken with this one. He had known Alexander since he was a boy, struggling to be seen by his father and acknowledged by his jealous mother. From the moment Alexander decided not to concern himself with his parents anymore, nothing had seemed to affect him. Nothing. His nephew had truly never really cared about anyone, except of course his bastard brother and that wealthy lord who never smiled.Alexander was surrounded by the wrong and most bothersome people. How could som
HATING HER KING A Letter For Guinevere
Guinevere ran off into the castle, headed to her bedchamber. As soon as he had sent her on her way, Alexander walked to the edge of the field, even as the sword valet approached him. Edmund came to him. Alexander handed his sword to the young valet at his side and began to massage his bruised palm. Unlearned as she was, Guinevere had delivered a hard blow that punished his little finger. The fault was his; he had held his sword incorrectly for a moment. The valet bowed and hurried away."Your Majesty," Edmund bowed upon arrival. "Lord Denney has come calling."At such a late hour? The evening sun was almost gone, casting a pink glow across the sky. His uncle was evidently too eager to confront him, not even bothering to wait for the new day. His urgency told that he had made a new discovery and could not contain his impatience. Why had he come in such haste?He turned to Edmund. "Entertain him and have him wait for me. Yes, I am now in a better mood now, however, I still am a thread a
HATING HER KING Fair Warning
"Of course." Denney said, seating himself without being asked. "I have come for a rather delicate issue.""Hmm." Alexander responded, picking up the bank statement for the foundation house and studying it. "I am willing to hear whatever delicate issue you have, but be mindful - I am not in the greatest of moods. Best be wary with your words and actions.""Of course." He coughed lightly. "I was very surprised to discover that you had sent a dinner invitation to Lady Wilmot, and I am more appalled that my invitation seemed to have been lost. I could not help but question your reasoning," Denney said. "Considering you had sworn that she would never again set foot on castle grounds." He paused. "Why did you do that?"Alexander did not lift his head. "Am I to tell you of all my dealings?""You misconstrue my words." Denney replied."I do not believe so.""What I mean_""Tell me," Alexander said, replacing the statement on the table and walking over to Denney. "Do you suppose your constant
HATING HER KING A Shocking Kiss
Gwen nodded thoughtfully and slowly leaned on the fallboard. She was intrigued. A foundation house? Charity? The royal household was involved in charity. It was surprising. Alexander was a self-absorbed man who took pride in his crown and position, and he did not fail to remind everyone at every given situation. Except for his proper kingly duties, she did not think him capable of catering to others."You seem surprised." Alexander remarked.Did he notice her thoughts? "I do not." She said tersely. Then quickly added. "Does it cause any strain to the royal family?"Alexander hesitated, and Gwen saw that he was struggling to keep his laughter hidden. She was appalled."I should think not," he said, "or else it would be said that we are poor."She gasped, shocked. "That is not what I meant. I_""The foundation is in the name of the king," he interrupted. "But many help to sponsor it. Carlisle supports it massively.""Lord Carlisle? He is a good man." Gwen mused aloud. She thought of how
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