She tried to get away, but he crushed her body under him, kissing her. It was rough and intense, but she couldn't stop her body from shivering with pleasure. Lainn felt her move under him, his hips started moving back and forth against her pelvic area, she thrusted hers up, mimicking his movements. Islay slipped her tongue into his mouth, she had never done anything like this before, but it felt so good she couldn't stop.
He liked the response her body was giving him, that she was submitting to him. No, not submitting, joining him. He wanted to feel inside her, but she wasn't a whore like the other Ladies at court. She was his bride, she would bare his children, he wanted her to be shown that respect. But damn it was going to be hard to wait!!
He pushed himself over her, gazing down, god she was beautiful! Until now he hadn't had a good look at, her eyes were aqua, with a tint of grey, and gold. Her hair was like a deep auburn with gold streak, high cheekbones, and fair skin with a peach flush. He chuckled as he saw the want in her eyes, but that would have to wait.
He sat up, drawing a bag from the corner. "You can wear this. I don't trust that we won't have an "accident" on our way to the next destination. I put that girl in the carriage we left, she is wearing your dress". Islay quickly pulled the clothes over her head; she had never worn anything this nice before. "Thank ye" "Are you hungry?" he pulled the wine, cheese, and bread out, she nodded her head "Help yourself, it's yours". Islay tore into the food, it tasted so good, normally her meals were similar to the pigs, and there was never enough to fill her. His gaze was intense while he watched her eat, he had things to discuss with her, but he wanted to wait till she was fed, she was so thin and frail.
She sat back and patted her tummy with pride, he liked seeing her happy, she had a pretty face, it was rather thin, but he would put some meat on those bones soon enough. "Are you full now?" "Aye" "It's time to explain to me what's going on" she nodded her head in acknowledgment.
"Mah faither wants th' crown, he 'n' Nordi hae a plan tae git it 'n' it involves this marriage. Ah didnea ken th' stowed oot extent o' it, bit she wis aff tae dae something while she wis wi' us". He let out a heavy sigh "This is going to be an issue." She looked blankly at him, he huffed, looking back at her "we are going to have to work on your language skills, which I am extremely curious about, but I think you're telling me that your dad married you to me for the crown?" She nodded, "Why would your dad send you, not to be mean, but it doesn't seem like much love lost between you, you were obviously scared there, so why would he let you come to me and tell me this?" "He thinks a'm daft, uneducated, 'n' he doesn't ken ah heard him talking".
Lainn leaned back, "This doesn't make sense" he said "He wants tae be king" "That I get, it's the rest of it that I don't. Where is your mother?" Islay looked down "Deid" she softly murmured. "What's the maid to you?" "She raised me" "And Nordi?" "Pure evil."
She looked out the window into the dark night sky "Whaur ur we gaun?" she asked. "We are going to Taunche Tower. It's safe there, we can rest, then move on to the capital." Rest that sounded amazing, the day's events had started to wear her down and she was exhausted. "Why do you talk like that?" She looked at him curiously. "Your father doesn't speak like you, no one does. "Mah mither wis a northerner, na yin talked tae me except fowk fae th' north.".
Culden had fought in the Great Rise, he had made a name for himself by conquering the north. As a reward he gained Culden's title and lands. To staff his new estate, he took thousands of northerners and forced them to work his lands. Holy Shit, did he marry a bastard? "Was your mother Culden's wife?" She never answered him, she had passed out.
Lainn leaned back and began to laugh, the irony! His father was so desperate to get him a proper wife, and he may have ended up marrying the bastard of Culden. Did he read things wrong, was Nordi his daughter? Oh, so many questions, it was honestly hurting his head, He needed some air, and he had been in the carriage too long. He wanted to put some distance between him and Islay.
He loved riding, the wind in his hair, the power of his stead, it left him feeling invincible. He wasn't suited for princely life, he had wanted to give his title to one of his brothers, but because they were all bastards his father refused, it was just an excuse though. The council would have never allowed him to pass his title along, they were a bunch of stuffy old men that were knee deep in tradition.
The air was cool against his face and trickles of rain began to flick his cheeks. He loved the rain, it reminded him of his mother's touch. He tried not to think about her, he missed her too much, but when it rained, he couldn't help but to think about her. It also helped to hide the tears that he couldn't hold back.
The sun had begun to rise, and he could see Taunche Tower on the horizon. His thoughts shifted to his bride. Now that he knew she was a bastard, he had to make her spectacular, if this father and the court found out the truth Islay's life would be in danger, he had to keep this a secret, but he was going to need some help.
She was still asleep when she felt the cold cloth pressed to her cheek, she looked up to see Ida, gently moving it across her face. "Mornin' hen" Ida softly cooed. Islay was overwhelmed by emotion, tears started falling down her cheeks as she buried her face into Ida's chest. Ida's arms wrapped around Islay. "Tis okay love, ah think we wull be safe."