| Author: | Valentine Tyron | ISBN: | 9781498968805 |
| Publisher: | Valentine Tyron | Publication: | May 13, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Valentine Tyron |
| ISBN: | 9781498968805 |
| Publisher: | Valentine Tyron |
| Publication: | May 13, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Lady Amabel is the heiress of her powerful father. The man who takes her body will gain rank and riches, and soon Amabel will find her virginity under siege.
EXPLICIT - This short erotic story contains explicit scenes of a woman's reluctant ecstasy as her virginity is stripped from her.
Excerpt: The letter from the King brought no comfort; he must have sent it before hers had reached him. He commanded the stripping of the garrison, and that she busy herself raising more men from the lands, which were already woefully underworked. Without men, how would the harvests be brought? Without harvests, who would feed the armies and keep them from looting and thieving in their hunger?
"Perhaps some will have come of age this year," Alfric said hopelessly, and Amabel shook her head.
"A bare few. My father raised all he could last year; shall I do better than him? No, Alfric, there is nothing we can offer. I must send Sir Anton back empty-handed. The King cannot strip me of all I have and leave my father's estates to the vultures."
"What cares he for your father's lands?" Alfric said, cynicism breaking through his usual calm. "No doubt he has already promised them - and you - to some lord seeking bribes for his support."
"He is our king," said the secretary, with a warning note. "Have a care how you speak."
"King or no, he cannot command what we do not have," Amabel said firmly. "Send out messengers; call upon the people; but there are no men to be had."
She did not sleep well that night; her ladies lay all about her, breathing steady, and she wondered if any of them lay awake as she did, contemplating the future. Who would be the castle's master? Had the King already bartered her away for an army? Would the pretender's forces find their way here first? She would be married very soon, whether she willed it or not, and have a stranger in her bed.
The eventual embrace of sleep was broken very early in the morning, with a banging at her chamber's door. Her ladies started up with cries of alarm, and Amabel flew from her bed, searching for a robe to conceal her nightgown. Was the castle under attack? Perhaps a force had been seen approaching. She wrapped her hair in a dark veil with careless haste, and flung open her door.
Lady Amabel is the heiress of her powerful father. The man who takes her body will gain rank and riches, and soon Amabel will find her virginity under siege.
EXPLICIT - This short erotic story contains explicit scenes of a woman's reluctant ecstasy as her virginity is stripped from her.
Excerpt: The letter from the King brought no comfort; he must have sent it before hers had reached him. He commanded the stripping of the garrison, and that she busy herself raising more men from the lands, which were already woefully underworked. Without men, how would the harvests be brought? Without harvests, who would feed the armies and keep them from looting and thieving in their hunger?
"Perhaps some will have come of age this year," Alfric said hopelessly, and Amabel shook her head.
"A bare few. My father raised all he could last year; shall I do better than him? No, Alfric, there is nothing we can offer. I must send Sir Anton back empty-handed. The King cannot strip me of all I have and leave my father's estates to the vultures."
"What cares he for your father's lands?" Alfric said, cynicism breaking through his usual calm. "No doubt he has already promised them - and you - to some lord seeking bribes for his support."
"He is our king," said the secretary, with a warning note. "Have a care how you speak."
"King or no, he cannot command what we do not have," Amabel said firmly. "Send out messengers; call upon the people; but there are no men to be had."
She did not sleep well that night; her ladies lay all about her, breathing steady, and she wondered if any of them lay awake as she did, contemplating the future. Who would be the castle's master? Had the King already bartered her away for an army? Would the pretender's forces find their way here first? She would be married very soon, whether she willed it or not, and have a stranger in her bed.
The eventual embrace of sleep was broken very early in the morning, with a banging at her chamber's door. Her ladies started up with cries of alarm, and Amabel flew from her bed, searching for a robe to conceal her nightgown. Was the castle under attack? Perhaps a force had been seen approaching. She wrapped her hair in a dark veil with careless haste, and flung open her door.
