Barbara Phinney - Bound to the Warrior

A Heart Unconquered

Widowed Saxon Lady Ediva Dunmow will do anything to protect her people—even marry one of the invading Norman knights. The king sees it as a way to keep Ediva, her lands and her tenants subdued. But Ediva’s embittered heart, still healing from the abuse of her first husband, will not yield so easily.

Marriage never held any appeal for Adrien de Ries. Yet it is his king’s will, and perhaps his Lord’s, too—though he finds his faith tested daily by Ediva’s staunch refusal to trust him. As a knight, Adrien survived many battles, but the fight to win Ediva’s heart may be his most challenging—and rewarding.

“You’re crying.”

Blinking, Ediva lifted one small hand to her cheek.

Adrien sat down beside her. He took up her hand and held it quietly. “I have seen you on the parapet. You’d mentioned that you dreamed of running away.”

“I thought about escaping to the forest. I wondered how long I could survive there.”

“Why didn’t you try?”

She looked at him, her eyes softened by tears. “If I left, my husband would have turned his rage on my people.”

“Ganute is gone, Ediva.” Adrien squeezed her hand firmly. “He can’t hurt you anymore.”

“And you, Adrien? You’re a soldier, with violence in your blood.”

’Twas true. In the past, he’d justified his nature and work well enough and not given it another thought.

Until now, sitting beside Ediva with her questioning eyes and her pain so deep he feared no one could heal her.

At a loss, all he could do was lift her hand to his lips and kiss it.

BARBARA PHINNEY

was born in England and raised in Canada. She has traveled throughout her life, loving to explore the various countries and cultures of the world. After she retired from the Canadian Armed Forces, Barbara turned her hand to romance writing. The thrill of adventure and the love of happy endings, coupled with a too-active imagination, have merged to help her create this and other wonderful stories. Barbara spends her days writing, building her dream home with her husband and enjoying their fast-growing children.

Bound to the Warrior

Barbara Phinney

www.millsandboon.co.uk

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Contents

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Epilogue

Dear Reader

Questions for Discussion

Excerpt

Prologue

November 1066 A.D.

Ediva Dunmow had been told she was blessed to have her husband’s body returned. For at Duke William’s order, the English who’d died at Hastings were to remain on Senlac Hill.

But the only reason she had sent Geoffrey, her steward, for the body was to prove the vile man had actually died.

Now, as she stood over her husband’s grave, the wind turned raw and rain threatened. The villagers and tenants had just paid their last respects to their fallen lord and then gathered to hear her speak. Anxious for security, they needed to know that Duke William’s army wouldn’t ride into Essex to kill them all, a punishment perhaps for Ediva retrieving Ganute’s body.

And perhaps they, too, needed to know that Ganute was truly dead and gone. He may have reserved a special brutality for Ediva, but he’d been cruel to all. And his cousin Olin, now standing beside her, showed hints of the same temper.

Enough was enough.

Stiff-shouldered, Ediva lifted her hand and the murmurings fell silent. Her veil and long, blond braids billowed in the strong breeze, as did her cloak. But she stood resolute, refusing the wind its due. “I will protect you. I will allow no one—not even Duke William himself—to plunder this land.”

Cold, chapped faces showed disbelief like the trees showed bare branches.

“I will!” She pulled in a breath, and then, finding her cloak cumbersome, threw it off. It sailed off like a crispy leaf, and with a cry, Margaret, her maid, rushed to retrieve it.

“How can you keep us safe?” a male voice from deep in the crowd called out.

“Have I not survived all these years?” She shot the chaplain a biting glance, but from where he stood within the keep’s shadow this short, raw day, his expression was hidden from view.

He’d often said ’twas her penance to endure a harsh husband, for she was a sinful woman. Well, that ability would prove to be her strength. She knew how to survive. She’d kept herself alive through all the abuses of her husband and had protected the maids from similar attacks in her stead. And now that Ganute was gone? She’d cower no longer.

Ediva faced her people. They dared not believe her yet. But that would change. “I promise that I will protect you. You won’t be hurt in any way, even if it costs me my life!”

Some of the more superstitious gasped, but Ediva ignored them. She may be tempting God, but frankly, what could He do to her that was more horrible than all she’d endured these past five years?

Nay, she refused to temper her words. She would protect her people. “Think of what I had done when your lord was alive!”

When several women began to cheer, her decision, like her newborn will, was mortared in place.

Aye, she would always protect her people.

Chapter One

March, 1067 A.D.

Adrien de Ries paced in front of the closed door that led to his liege’s Great Hall. He did not like waiting, even for the king, but if William was conferring with his advisors on matters of this new kingdom of England, then Adrien must wait. He was a soldier, not a statesman—there was naught he could do to aid the discussion or hurry it along.

“’Tis too fine a floor to wear a path through, Prado. Sit or you’ll be buying the king a new one.”

At the sound of his childhood name, Adrien spun to face his younger brother. Eudo, William’s personal steward, usually had the king’s ear, but not today. Yet having more of a talent for diplomacy than Adrien, the younger sibling wisely patted the low bench beside him and ignored his brother’s foul expression.

Adrien refused the offer of a seat. “Why should the king ask for me? Have I not served him well, here in London as well as in battle?”

Eudo shrugged. “Mayhap he wishes to reward you, brother. The king wants to secure this land. He has won it with bloodshed, but trust me, William wants peace. He might offer you a share of that peace in the form of lands or titles.”

“I need only to serve as a soldier. William understands such. He’s a warrior—”