Ernest believed she was Hamilton's wife, the wife of his lord, and Ernest would leave her to the gentle mercies of the man he thought to be her husband.“Satisfied?” Hamilton growled in her ear.She kicked at him, but her heels bounced on his thighs, and without flinching, he swung her around in the narrow hall and headed back for the bedchamber. She twisted, desperately trying to knock him with an elbow, a fist, anything, but she couldn’t get to him, and they swept back into the room. Kicking the door shut with his foot, he carried her writhing form to Henry the Eighth’s bed and dropped her into the two-thousand-goose-feather mattress. Its softness billowed up around her, stifling her as she tried to leap back at him.He landed on her.Her foot twisted under her and she gave a yelp of pain.“Foolish girl,” he growled, lifting himself and adjusting her leg.She rammed her knee into his midsection.He doubled over.She scrambled over him toward freedom. He caught her again and rolled, tucking her under him as he went.
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