Like as not it would come to that if she did not give in to her stepbrother?s demands after this demonstration of his seriousness, but while his patience held, he did not want to blacken her with bruises that would elicit comment at her wedding. Blood trickled down the center of her chin from biting her lips to keep from screaming. She also was being held fast by two men at arms, the same two who had dragged her into this chamber to witness her stepbrother?s brutality. Across the small chamber, Rowena Belleme watched. This kept her upright when she might have buckled, kept her there to receive another blow, and still another. They stood well behind her, her arms twisted just so to thrust her forward so they would not take a blow meant for her. But she was supported, by two of the knight?s men at arms. A blow like that would have easily sent her to the floor if she were not supported. And when his open palm cracked across her cheek, her thin body jerked to the side with the force of it. Her blond head reached no higher than his broad shoulders. PRISONER OF MY DESIRE JOHANNA LINDSEY Chapter 1 England, 1152 The lady was small and fragile, but with the tall knight standing before her, her frailty was much more apparent.
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