Susan Paul - The Captive Bride

It was a beautiful ring, clearly crafted with care and made of such clean, pure gold that it shone almost white. She had not expected this of him, just as she had not expected the beautiful gown that Mademoiselle Clarise had earlier delivered to the north tower, and the surprise kept her silent as Senet Gaillard took her other hand and set the ring meant for him in it Katharine’s fingers curled around it She could throw it in his face, if she liked. It wasn’t part of the bargain they had made, and she had already peaceably taken her vows. To do this thing—to put the ring upon him as he had done to her—would only serve to make her appear compliant and willing.

The silence in the hall was thick with meaning, and Katharine slanted a glance at the myriad, wide—eyed faces staring up at her, waiting.

She lifted her gaze to Senet Gaillard’s handsome countenance. He was waiting also, patiently. There was no sign that he meant to force her to perform the small service.

Katharine uncurled her fingers and reached down to take his hand. Her own hand trembled as Father Aelnoth began to speak, “In the name of the Father, in the name of the Son…”and she moved the ring from his thumb to his forefinger to his middle finger and finally, to the fourth finger, where she slid the ring on.

The hall resounded with a collective easing of breaths, and Senet took her hands in his, holding them tightly. Katharine could no longer meet his gaze. It was over. They were man and wife, and Lomas was his.

“He took you walking on the roof? That was how he meant to terrify you?”

Katharine stood in the middle of her chamber, still wearing Senet Gaillard’s cloak over her chemise, and stared at Magan in disbelief.

Magan, who was busying herself with arranging Katharine’s brushes and combs on a table upon which a steel polished mirror was set, said, blushing, “I know ‘tis difficult to credit, but Sir Aric was very kind. The moment we reached the roof he put me down and apologized…in a most heartfelt manner. He—he even knelt—”she blushed more hotly “—and took my hands and asked me to forgive him for any fright he may have given me earlier, at The Bull and Dog.”

Utterly shocked, Katharine sat down on her bed and kept staring. Ariette, standing across the room, stumbled to the nearest chair and sat as well.

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