Orrick ducked into the small alleyway, to his rear Gadric stood protectively his sword drawn he watched out across the street. “Do you really think anyone would attack me here?” he asked doubtfully.
“Perhaps Milord, best be safe”
Nodding Orrick knocked lightly on the wooden door, it took several moments but eventually a familiar face appeared. The hairs on the back of his neck bristling as he saw the old woman. “Lynette” he nodded grimly, “I said I would call” Continue reading
Orrick rolled over sunlight was streaming through the back window and onto the bed, where Ailana still lay naked beside him. He had to admit he had half expected to find her gone or at least dressed a pottering around in the other room and with that thought admission of guilt leaked into his mind. Continue reading
Orrick looked out over the balcony, it wasn’t that he couldn’t have bedded the girl, It was merely that he didn’t want too. She was pretty enough, beautiful even. The truth was any man who said she wasn’t was lying to himself… but here in this house it felt wrong. He had built this house for Nicole, every beam and brick had been chosen for her and every room bore her mark.
Still the young girl he had left back in her chambers was not the only one to have a responsibility to their vows. He had pinned her down so tightly in a marriage contract that afforded her no room for maneuverer, if she did not provide him with children on his death she would get nothing.
So… with that said the least he could do was give the girl chance to fulfil her side of the bargain. He would go back to her shortly he knew he would, he would do his share of the task at hand and even he knew he would enjoy it once it got going. Part of him enjoyed having her around, having someone to lie in his arms but the guilt of that enjoyment would overshadowed the pleasure itself.
“Damn you are an old fool” he declared to the blackness that seeped into the hallway though the narrow windows across the hall. Continue reading
Orrick lay staring at the canopy of the bed above him, Ailana had bravely nestled herself into his shoulder and her arm lay nervously over his chest. He had to admire her, she was clearly taking her role as his wife seriously and despite the fact that they both knew full well there was no love nor even attraction between them.
He knew…. What she was expecting and it was only right. He only had to see how good she was with Matilda to know like all young woman she wanted children of her own. Continue reading
Ailana turned as she heard someone approch her gaze meeting Orricks as he entered the nursery where she stood playing with Matilda. “Did you want me?… or … “ she asked nervously. Orrick had already told her it was fine to play with the baby, but still she felt a sudden guilt as yet again the feeling of being an intruder washed over her.
So much was going on, the house was buzzing, people where scared and everywhere she looked there where terrified faces. The nursery was the one place she didn’t feel in the way and the only place where the fear did not seem to occupy. Continue reading
Orrick sat uncomfortably in his chair, you did not need to be a exceptionally intelligent man to know what had caught his eldest daughters gaze. Raeanne had barely drawn her eyes from the window in the last hour and it was no meer coincidence that the large blond soldier was skirting the perimeter of the grounds.
Damn he was a fool, he decided. Most men would have challenged her on her behaviour already. Yet despite not being an ordinarily reserved man he found himself struggling to face her. Perhaps it was mearly that part of him wanted her happy but perhaps it was more that he didnt know what to say or how to feel.
Orrick had just finished breakfast when his steward appeared in the dining room “There is a man here to see you” the elderly man informed him. Jasper had been Orrick steward since he’d arrived in Grimstead, the man had seen him though Lynette and Nicole and now he stood at his side though Ailana.