Stalking angrily around the rented room in Megean’s small home, he raked a hand through his hair. What was wrong with him? He was here for one purpose. To find the mistress of the keep and marry her, with or without her consent. The land was all that mattered. What had come over him? How had he allowed this infatuation to begin? Sarra. She was like no other woman he’d met. This young lass was weaseling her way into mind, his thoughts, his heart. Upon seeing her in the garden with the knight, Cedric had snuck closer. He’d heard very little of the actual conversation. His thoughts and eyes were only for the vision before him. Part of him entertained the notion that perhaps Sarra could be his “mistress” even after he was married. But nay, the lady wasn’t the type for such a thing. In truth, the thought of her being such was disgusting to him. Lying down upon the straw mattress and staring at the ceiling above, Cedric pulled a wrinkled parchment from his sporran.
What do You think about There Your Heart Will Be Also?
