Table of Contents
Title
Copyright
Introduction
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Epilogue
Thank You From Laurel
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Beloved in His Eyes
A Medieval Romance Novel
Laurel O’Donnell
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Copyright © 2018 by Laurel O’Donnell
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The characters and events portrayed in this medieval romance novel are fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
A Note from Laurel
My Dear Reader –
Welcome to Beloved in His Eyes!
This is the story of Gawyn, Damien’s brother from Angel’s Assassin. While it isn’t necessary to read Angel’s Assassin or Cherished Protector of Her Heart first, I recommend it as it establishes a bit of background for this story.
Gawyn has gone through his own challenges and obstacles in Angel’s Assassin, but at the start of Beloved in His Eyes he is settled and living with his brother. The stories take place in the fictional city of Acquitaine. While there is a real Aquitaine that is situated in France, the city where Gawyn lives lies somewhere in England.
Without further ado, I bring you Beloved in His Eyes!
Welcome to my world!
Laurel
Chapter 1
Gawyn leaned against the stone wall in the solar of Castle Acquitaine, his arms crossed over his chest. He couldn’t keep the grin from his lips as he watched his brother pace before the chair where his brother’s wife, Lady Aurora of Acquitaine, sat. It amused him to see Damien fight such a losing battle.
Damien was tall and imposing. He had an intense aura that frightened most people. Everyone except Aurora. His brows furrowed in concern and determination, his jaw clenched. He shook his head, his dark hair swaying over his strong shoulders. “I don’t think you should go into town,” Damien said to his wife. “Not today. The Hungars are angry with your decision to impose sanctions on trade with them.”
Aurora watched Damien calmly. She allowed her husband to voice his concern patiently. She was a vision of loveliness, her long blonde hair immaculately braided behind her back, her small form just curvy enough to attract the attention of every man. She leaned forward, her small hands clenched before her as if in prayer. “Then they should not have imposed ridiculous road taxes on the merchants.”
Damien paused before her. “I don’t care about taxes or sanctions. I care about your safety.”
Aurora grinned at Damien, her blue eyes sparkling.
Gawyn shook his head slightly. Damien was doomed to lose this argument. He would never convince Aurora not to go into town to visit her people. But he also knew that Damien was right. It was dangerous.
“I know. And I know you will do everything in your power to keep me safe,” Aurora said gently.
Damien clenched his teeth and closed his eyes.
Aurora stood and moved to him. She placed her hands on his shoulders. “I have to go in to town.”
“Just to visit your people. Your safety should be more important.”
She ran her fingers along Damien’s cheek. “If I don’t, it will tell the Hungars that I am frightened by their threats. It will be admitting that I am afraid. My people, all of Acquitaine, all of the Hungars, must know that I am not afraid.”
Gawyn had to admire her, after all she was a kind and wise ruler. She protected her people with conviction, and under her intelligent and just rule, her city flourished. In this instance, he agreed with her. She could not show fear to the barbarians that neighbored Acquitaine.
Damien inhaled slowly. He nodded his head once, in agreement.
Aurora leaned forward and pressed her lips to his in a long kiss. Then, she leaned her forehead against his. “I am sorry to have to make your job more difficult.”
Damien shook his head again, his brows furrowing in anguish. “I would do anything for you,” he whispered. “Except lose you. I can’t do that.”
Aurora hugged him fiercely. “You won’t ever have to do that.”
Damien lowered his lips to claim hers. His powerful arms wrapped around her small frame to pull her close.
Gawyn looked away. He knew how much they loved each other. He knew Damien would do everything he could to keep Aurora safe. Yet, he had known the outcome of this argument before Damien had spoken a word of objection.
When they separated, Aurora stepped back from Damien. “Don’t forget, my cousin Megan will be arriving in two days.”
Damien kissed her hand before releasing it. “I remember.”
Aurora moved to the door and exited. Damien followed. He paused long enough to grumble to Gawyn, “Double the guard.”
Gawyn smiled. “I already have.”
Damien tore his gaze from Aurora to glance at Gawyn. “You think this is funny?”
“Only because it’s you, brother.
Damien huffed. “One day, you’ll find your own wife. And I’ll be the one laughing.” He moved out of the judgement room.
Gawyn watched after his brother. Aurora had saved Damien in so many ways. He was a different man, now. As was Gawyn. Gawyn knew that Aurora had saved them both. He would be lucky to find a woman like her. Until then, his job was to see her safe, and to remain loyally at his brother’s side.
“Are you sure she comes this way?” the boy asked in excitement, straining on his toes to see above the head of the two men in front of them, looking toward the dirt street.
Justina Auber looked down at her younger brother, Adam. At a mere ten summers, he was thin and wiry, but very energetic. He hopped up and down impatiently, shifting from foot to foot, struggling to get a good view of the street through the gathered crowd. His dirty blonde hair was tangled and unkempt and he swiped it from his eyes. She grinned at his excitement. He had worked hard for an entire month at home, on her uncle’s farm, to get this opportunity. After she and Uncle Bruce had told him they would be going into town to see Lady Aurora, Adam had spoken of nothing else. Justina began calling her Adam’s princess. She shrugged slightly at Adam’s question. “That’s what uncle said.” And by the looks of the gathering crowd, he had been told correctly.
They had purchased a loaf of bread and now stood near a baker’s shop. When they had first arrived, there had only been a handful of gathered villagers perusing the shops wares. Now, the crowd had grown to twice the number with merchants, villagers, and visitors.
Justina and Adam lived outsi
de of Acquitaine and had made the day long trek into the city just to get a glimpse of Lady Aurora. Ever since Adam overheard a knight speak of her beauty and her kindness, he couldn’t stop talking about her.
Adam grabbed Justina’s hand. “Come on! We must get to the street. We’ll miss her!”
Justina almost dropped the loaf of bread as Adam jerked her arm. She righted the loaf, but lost hold of his hand. She hurried behind him. She saw his bobbing head disappear between a farmer and a merchant. “Adam!”
“Sweet cider!” someone called from a building behind her.
Justina searched desperately for a resurgence of Adam’s head in the sea of people lining the road. She was not considered short, but even at eighteen summers she had to stand on her toes to see around and over the tops of some of the tall heads. Someone bumped her, and she juggled the loaf for a moment. “Adam!”
Adam appeared before her, seized her hand, and began to pull her into the crowd of villagers and merchants. “Hurry! We’re going to miss her!”
The market square was so crowded they could barely squeeze around villagers. Merchants shouted from shop windows, hawking their wares. “Venison! Get your venison!”
A farmer Justina passed reeked of sweet hay. Somewhere behind them a dog barked. The world seemed to swirl as Adam pulled her through the crowd of people.
Adam paused for a moment and Justina turned to look up at the shop window where a fat merchant sat, calling out for passing villagers to sample his smoked meats. Adam jerked her forward and she slammed into a man’s back. The man whirled on Justina, glaring hotly. She mumbled an apology and called out to Adam.
She remembered one other town where it had been this crowded. A tightness began in her chest, but she quickly pushed the memory aside. It wasn’t a good memory and she had no desire to relive it now. Still, the haunting similarity shook her. Unease spread through her and then Adam jerked her forward, pulling her out of her reverie. She instinctively followed him. The panic lingered as she curved and dodged around all sorts of people. Some merchants, some farmers, some knights. Some of the people in the square were dressed as she and Adam were, in plain colors, while others wore much more vibrant hues. Faces blurred past her. There were so many people. Voices rose around her, some loud and gruff, some quiet and timid. “Adam!” she pleaded. Her brother would not slow down. He was determined to be in the front. She skirted a rather large man wearing a ripped tunic.
Adam paused and released her wrist as silence spread over the square like a warm breeze. It was almost magical, the way it moved over the crowd and caused all the mutterings and murmurings to fade away one by one until there was nary a sound coming from anyone. And then, as one, the sea of people turned toward the road. Tingles raced along the nape of Justina’s neck. She craned her neck in an attempt to see over the taller men in front of her and a disgruntled frown tugged her lips down. She couldn’t see what was happening.
Then, Adam was moving again. She followed him through the maze of legs, ducking and squirming between them. It was hot and muggy in the midst of all these people, but Justina somehow managed to follow her brother. Suddenly, he was gone. She paused, desperately searching for his dirty blonde hair and tan tunic. Panic gripped her. She searched down low, through the legs of the bystanders. When there was no sight of him, she rose and stood on the tips of her toes, urgently trying to find him. She whirled, searching, but didn’t see him. He had to have moved forward to see his princess. She shoved forward, toward the street, and burst out of the crowd into the road.
Fresh air assailed her as she spun to look for her brother. Instead, her eyes locked on a man. Black eyes, black clothing, black hair. She froze. Dread and fear gripped her in an icy hand. She couldn’t move. She recognized him immediately. He was descending on her like the grim reaper. She shrunk away, recognizing those dark eyes, that face. She could never forget him. Her breath left her. It was him. It was him! He grabbed her arm. A terrified noise issued from her throat.
“Damien.”
The monster looked over his shoulder toward the voice.
An angel appeared, her pale face and white dress almost glowing in the bright sunlight. She lay her hand on the monster’s arm. “You are scaring her.”
The monster turned his dead, cold gaze to Justina and her world spun. For a moment, she thought he was going to kill her. That face. She would never forget that face.
“Justina!” Adam’s voice rang out.
Horrified the monster would turn his attention to her brother, she struggled in his hold. She stared at Adam who was approaching her with a skip in his step and joy in his brown eyes. She held a hand out to stop him, but Adam continued to come closer, a grin on his lips. Her heart pounded, and she looked back at the monster. The beast pulled her closer.
This was the end. He was going to kill her. She held up her hands to prevent the deadly strike.
“Watch where you’re going,” he snarled. Then, he released her arm. Justina tumbled to the ground on her backside, smashing the loaf of bread in the dust of the road. The monster turned away.
Cold engulfed Justina and she shivered. A jumble of emotions tumbled inside of her. Relief, fear, hatred. Paralyzed, she watched him leave her, watched him walk away. Tears rose in her eyes, stinging and burning. It took a moment for her to realize he wasn’t going to kill her. Free of his numbing hold, anger flared to life, extinguishing all her rational feelings. Like a silent accusation, she felt the cool metal of the dagger she always wore strapped to her thigh taunting her with her lack of response. Why hadn’t she used it? She had been too afraid. And that made her even more angry. How many times had she vowed to kill the monster? How many times had she imagined coming face to face with him and plunging the dagger into his chest? “I know you,” she whispered. Even her words came out shaky.
But it was enough. He stopped, his shoulders straightening before he slowly turned to her. Their gazes locked. That black, evil gaze pinned her to the spot.
She lifted her chin and narrowed her eyes. Come back, she silently begged and reached toward her leg. I won’t miss my chance again.
But the monster turned and continued walking away.
“Did you see her?” a distant voice asked, its owner lost in her hazy thoughts.
She trembled fiercely. He wasn’t coming back! She had missed her opportunity! Grimacing, she pushed herself to her feet, half drawing the dagger from the sheath at her thigh.
“Justina. Did you see her?”
Slowly, everything around her came back into focus. The murmuring of the crowd. The shout of the guard to “stand aside.” Adam stood beside her, shaking her arm. Still, she watched the monster move. Such power, such strength in every step.
“She was right next to you!” Adam groaned. “I should have stayed with you.”
Adam. Justina released her grip on the handle of the dagger. It wasn’t worth losing her brother.
The monster paused beside another man, a man the same size as he with brown hair. The two spoke. And then, slowly, they both turned to her. The second man nodded. His eyes pierced her with perceptiveness.
Justina rose, seizing Adam’s arm. They had to get out of there. She pulled him back into the crowd, hoping to disappear amongst the throngs of villagers and merchants. She moved quickly, hauling Adam behind her, holding his arm in a tight grip.
“What?” he hollered. The farther away from the road they moved, the louder the environment became. Merchants shouted about long burning candles; one merchant promised to grant youth with his potion.
As they neared the candle maker’s shop, Adam broke free from her hold. “What did I do? Why are we leaving?”
Justina scanned the crowd for the monster or his friend. She knew they would be coming for her. Why couldn’t she have just kept her mouth closed? “It’s time to leave.”
“Why? We’ve got the entire day!”
Justina glanced at Adam. “You’ve seen your princess. It’s time to go home.”
“I d
on’t want to go back yet.”
“Adam,” she said sternly, grabbing his arms, and shaking him slightly. “I promised you’d get to see your princess. You have. We have to leave.” She took his hand into hers and whirled, leading him toward the road.
They hurried in silence for a moment, until Adam asked, “What happened?”
Justina’s hand tightened around Adam’s instinctively, protectively. She had endangered his life. Lord, if anything happened to her brother. If anything... She couldn’t tell him. He could never know how their father had died. Ignorance might save his life. “I almost ran into your princess. They might want to throw me in the dungeon.”
“Nay,” Adam insisted, turning to look over his shoulder. “They would never throw you in the dungeon. Lady Aurora would understand.”
Justina didn’t stop. “You can say that. But she is a lady and I almost crashed into her. We must hurry before the guards come.”
Adam was silent.
Justina thought the issue was over. She thought Adam would understand the offense she was fleeing from. Yet, it was a much bigger issue she faced than almost crashing into a lady. That monster. She recognized him. She was certain he would not risk her telling others that he had killed her father. He couldn’t let her live, she was certain.
Chapter 2
Gawyn hunched beneath a bush, watching the small, dark farmhouse.
It was easy to fall back into the training he had received as an assassin, even though he had lived with Damien and Aurora in Acquitaine now for almost a year. He had tracked the young woman and boy back to a farm on the outskirts of Auch. It had taken a day’s travel on foot. The young woman and the boy had barely rested, almost as if they were running away from something.
In the square at Acquitaine, Gawyn had seen the fear in the girl’s wide eyes as she stared at his brother. Did she know Damien had been an assassin? That could not be allowed. For a moment, he thought of his options. Dungeon, stocks. Gawyn stopped himself. She was a slip of a girl. What danger could she possibly pose to the lord of Acquitaine? Still, he knew it only took one person to destroy a man, be he king or peasant. He didn’t know who the boy and girl were. Or how the girl knew Damien. He would find out how she knew his brother and discuss the matter with him.
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