Dawn Of Wolves (The Kingdom Of Mercia) - Plot & Excerpts
Her slender body glowed palely in the light from the flickering cressets and the faint dawn that filtered in from a narrow window high above. Not looking his way, even though she knew he watched her, Ermenilda retrieved a long, sleeveless tunic and pulled it on over her head. The movement thrust out her chest and gave him an unobstructed view of her milky, pert breasts, before the linen rippled down over her lithe form. It was their morning ritual, one that he would never tire of. Once they awoke, she would rise first while he waited in the furs. Initially, his keen observance of her embarrassed Ermenilda—but these days she pretended not to notice. On top of her undertunic, she pulled on a form-fitting woolen overdress, which she girded around her narrow waist with a leather belt. She braided her long blonde hair and pinned it in a bun at the nape of her neck. Since their handfasting, she no longer wore her hair loose, as only unwed maids did so.
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