Harlequin Historical May 2014 - Bundle 1 of 2: Notorious in the West\Yield to the Highlander\Return of the Viking Warrior (48 page)

‘Your memory is faulty.'

He gave a triumphant male smile. ‘Can you remember the kiss you begged for under the apple tree with the blossom falling all about you? I can. I asked you to marry me afterwards and you agreed.'

‘Seven years, Ash Hringson,' Kara ground out, turning so she faced the Loki statue. He'd asked her to marry him because he'd wanted a ship to sail off and have adventures in, not because he wanted more of her innocent kisses. She hated that she had once believed the lie of his unswerving devotion.

Twisting events to suit his purpose, a trait he shared with his son. She was finished with being an apologist for his actions, always searching for the good. ‘You could have sent word of your progress, but chose not to. We're strangers now. Walking back into my life and expecting to take up where we left off is a mistake. It will not happen. I will not allow my heart or life to be trampled on.'

‘You are my wife.' Ash's brows knit together as his hand fell to his side. ‘It is natural for a husband to kiss his wife, particularly after a long absence. Especially after a long absence.'

Unbridled fury coursed through her veins. She spun round and managed to stop herself from shaking him by the narrowest of threads. ‘Until I know for certain that I want this marriage to continue, I keep a separate bed.'

The words hung between them. The adoring girl she'd once been cringed. After she'd agreed to their marriage, whenever she protested about something, he'd kissed her until her senses had spun with desire. With so much at stake, she couldn't afford to return to that girl.

His face became ice-carved, emphasising the half-moon scar on his chin. Instead of the young man she remembered, a fierce warrior stood before her. Then, like the sun coming between the clouds on an autumn day, he smiled.

‘Of course we shall stay married, Kara. You're simply a bit put out and not thinking clearly. I'm hardly to blame. The message went astray.'

A bit put out?
Kara's jaw dropped. Ash made it seem like he had been gone for a few months and that she was overreacting. He should understand that seven years was an age and she needed time. They both did. Things had changed. She had changed. Going back to being the romantic dreamer she had been all those years ago was impossible. She had Rurik to protect.

Her stomach dropped. Rurik. He didn't know. She had to tell Ash about their son. She glanced about her at the statues and incense burners. But not here. Not now. He'd just heard about his father's death. She wasn't ready to explain the full story of Rurik's birth. It had to be done carefully.

She struggled with a calming breath. ‘It is far more than a fit of pique over a small slight. I'm within my rights to divorce you. We haven't shared a bed for over five years. Consider my request for time as payment of your life debt to me if you must, but give me that time. Do not seek to seduce me.'

His eyes regarded her with a thoughtful expression.

‘You're within your rights even without demanding payment for the life debt,' he said and held out his hands. An indulgent smile played on his lips. ‘If it is what my beautiful wife wants, who am I to deny the request?'

The tension rushed out of her shoulders. He had agreed. She had time to find the right words and explain about Rurik and what she had done. She'd make him understand.

She tapped her finger against her lips. He had agreed, far too readily. Ash was up to something, but she knew all his tricks now. She would resist him.

‘Thank you,' she said, inclining her head. ‘Thank you for appreciating the difficulty we both face. We were friends once. I would like to remain friends.'

‘I do appreciate the length of time, Kara. Believe me. But you seem to be nervous. There is never any need to be nervous around me. Ever. Your interests are mine. It is what husbands do.'

He took a step closer to her and ran a finger down the side of her face, sending a pulse of warmth radiating through her. Her body swayed towards him as the ache in her lips grew.

The door swung open and she jumped back. Her cheeks flamed. Silently she blessed whoever had opened that door and jerked her back to reality.

Valdar stepped into the room, filling the doorway with his steady bulk. Concern was clearly etched on his face. A slow tide of warmth washed up her face and she silently thanked the gods that he had arrived when he did.

‘I wondered if there was some problem, Kara,' he said, bowing low. ‘You were expected at the feast long ago. People are beginning to ask.'

‘It has been a long time since I've seen my wife. People must wait their turn.' Ash laid a possessive hand on her shoulder. ‘A husband's needs come first.'

‘We are on our way,' Kara said, tearing her shoulder from Ash's unnerving touch. This was not about her, but putting his stamp on his possession for all to see. Men could be so obvious. She was far from a piece of furniture or an arm ring to be squabbled over. ‘Ash needed to know about his father in private.'

Valdar inclined his head. ‘Auda wondered if you needed help. I volunteered.'

Kara rubbed the back of her neck. She couldn't decide if she should hug Auda for sending Valdar or shout at her. She and Ash needed to get the boundaries of their relationship set, but Valdar was right—people expected them elsewhere.

Ash's eyes flicked from her to Valdar. He pursed his lips. ‘I understand entirely.'

‘Understand what?' Kara snapped

‘Why you made the request.' He nodded towards where Valdar glowered. ‘Obvious, Kara, very obvious. You have acquired a guard dog.'

Kara clamped her mouth shut. Valdar and what he did with the rest of his life was the least of her concerns, but right now any excuse would do. She forced a smile. ‘There is nothing wrong with being obvious. Until you returned, I was Valdar's bride.'

Ash's eyes narrowed. A sudden pang went through her. She wished it was because he was jealous about the thought of her with someone else, not just because he was possessive and proud. If Ash had cared about her, he would have returned earlier. ‘I see.'

‘Do you indeed?' Valdar's hand went to his sword.

‘I do.' Ash's went to his.

‘The feast, Ash,' she said before a fight started. Before she could explain about Valdar, she had to explain about Rurik and there wasn't time to do it properly. Valdar was right. People expected to see Ash at the feast. ‘A lot of time and effort went into making sure the feast would be memorable.'

‘It will now be memorable for other reasons.' Valdar's hand remained on the hilt without moving.

‘The right reasons,' Ash corrected glaring at Valdar and keeping his hand on his sword.

‘Did Valdar say otherwise?' Kara asked, moving between the two warriors.

Neither commented. Each seemed to be poised, waiting for the other to make his move.

The nagging pain at the back of her eyes intensified. If she was not very careful, these two warriors would be at each other's throats. And the feast would be even more memorable. ‘Thank you, Valdar, for heeding Auda's request and reminding me that the feast needs to begin. Ash, you will have to say a few words before everyone can eat unless you would rather someone else did.'

Ash's fingers relaxed. ‘Whom do you suggest? My uncle? After all, he has been entirely welcoming.'

‘Harald Haraldson sends his apologies.' Valdar lowered his hand, releasing the hilt. ‘Today's events have overwhelmed him and he is far from young.'

Kara's heart sank. Ash's uncle was making a deliberate statement rather than taking to his bed in shock. He had not given up his quest for Jaarlshiem simply because Ash had returned.

‘And the king?' she asked quietly. If the king had decided not to attend the feast, as well, it would send a very powerful message that his support lay with Ash's uncle in any investigation.

‘He agreed with Auda and sent me. He does prefer an early night these days.'

Giddy relief poured through Kara. The king might not come out and declare it, but he would support Ash over Harald Haraldson in any investigation. Everything might be fine after all. Harald Haraldson was powerful enough to demand an enquiry, but Ash would achieve his birthright as long as he had the king's favour. Rurik's inheritance was secure. For the first time since Hring the Bold's funeral and Harald Haraldson's declaration, Kara felt she could stop looking over her shoulder—the king was with Ash.

‘If he is the one asking, then we must go.' Kara clapped her hands together. ‘One never keeps a king waiting.'

‘We are not finished.'

‘We can discuss things later.'

‘I look forward to that with anticipation.'

After the feast, she'd explain about Rurik, Kara promised herself. Ash had to understand that she had a duty to their son. And she wanted to ensure he was properly brought up, not left to fend for himself with only a nurse for company as Ash had been. She remembered drying Ash's tears once after he'd been beaten and sent out into the forest again. Later Hring had boasted about Ash's rough-and-ready upbringing and his tales still made her blood run cold. That was not happening to Rurik.

Ash drew his arm through hers. He smiled down at her but his eyes were hard. ‘We enter the feast together. Husband and wife.'

Kara wet her lips and tried to quell the nerves in her stomach. ‘Together?'

Ash gave Valdar a significant look. ‘You can hardly want people to think I had lost you...already.'

Chapter Four

T
he cheers and stomping of feet echoed in Ash's ears as he took his seat. His brief speech and toast in reply to the king's welcome had gone down well with the assembled crowd. Slightly different from the one he had planned on the ship.

It was the sort of speech they, in particular Kara, would want to hear rather than a precise recounting of events. Ash inwardly cringed at certain parts which made him out to be more of a hero. He'd been lucky. That was all. Nothing heroic. He had made it through alive even if at times he'd wanted to die, rather than continue on. But no one wanted to hear the truth.

‘Your speech was well received.' Kara gave a polite smile as he sat down. ‘It certainly seemed like you had an exciting time.'

‘You missed two of my jokes. You never missed them before,' he said. ‘I put them in especially for you. I hoped you liked them.'

Kara raised an eyebrow. ‘For me? I'm honoured that you thought much about me. My mind must have been on something else. I'm sorry.'

Ash tapped his finger against the drinking horn. Watching for someone? Valdar had not yet appeared in the hall, despite his ill-timed interruption in the antechamber.

‘I just wanted you to know.'

‘Impressing me should be the least of your considerations, Ash,' she said.

Ash took a thoughtful sip of his ale. She was wrong. Seven years ago, he had married her in order to demonstrate to his father that he was ready to shoulder responsibility and ready to be the captain of a ship. Kara had been the girl on the next estate who blushed every time he spoke to her and hung on his every word. She'd believed in his dreams of being a great warrior. He hated disappointing anyone. ‘I wanted you to know.'

‘I'll try harder the next time I hear the speech.'

Ash shuddered inwardly. The words had stuck in his throat, but people wanted to hear about heroes not failures. ‘It won't be given again.'

‘I was distracted. I apologise.'

The earlier glance between Kara and Valdar had been telling. She had welcomed the interruption in the antechamber, maybe even requested it beforehand. Valdar certainly was her devoted slave. How far had it gone? Kara was
his
wife. But did he truly have a right to her any more? All he knew was that he wanted her.

When he had seen her standing in front of the priest next to the blond hulk of a warrior, something had twisted inside his gut.

He remembered the man from his youth. They used to be rivals at games and swordplay. His father had always held Valdar up as the sort of son he'd wanted. Kara was
his
woman, not anyone else's, particularly not Valdar Nerison's. He would reclaim her. He would show her that he was worthy of being her hero. He could do it. He was more than a match for Valdar.

‘You look very serious,' Kara said, frowning. ‘The king's speech was more than gracious in the circumstances and your recital of your adventures is sure to have fired skalds' imaginations. You will get a saga out of this. You always wanted to be in a saga. Stop acting like it is Ragnarok because I didn't laugh at one of your jokes.'

Ash forced another swallow of the ale. Wasn't that what she wanted, as well—a hero for a husband? And what would happen when she discovered he was just a man, a flawed man? He pushed the thought away.

‘Thinking. Things have changed since I last attended a feast in Sand. And I hadn't expected to notice the empty spaces and missing faces as much as I have.'

She toyed with a piece of bread, shredding it into ever smaller pieces. ‘It must be hard to be the only one who returned from that
félag
.'

Ash gave a reluctant nod. The dead were always with him, but tonight more than ever. They knew he was no hero. They knew his words were an exaggeration at best, but he couldn't risk losing her by appearing less than a hero. ‘You should know I'd have changed places with any of them if I could. They were good men, better men than me.'

‘You knew them better than I.'

‘That I did.' Ash gestured towards where the skald sat, tuning his lyre. ‘When am I going to hear the lament my father commissioned about my death? Several have mentioned it. Or weren't you planning on that song at your wedding feast?'

Her cheeks flushed scarlet. ‘I didn't think it appropriate for my wedding. He might know it. It was popular for a few years in Raumerike.'

‘Ask him to play it.'

‘Why?'

To know what my father thought about me. A man wants to know how he is remembered. Even if he is not worthy of that remembrance.
Ash clamped back the words. If he wanted to regain Kara, she had to think he was a hero, the ideal husband for her. ‘I thought it would be amusing.'

‘Amusing.' Kara placed her cup down with a thump. ‘That is what you think a lament should be—an amusement? Sometimes I wonder if I ever knew you, Ash Hringson.'

‘What else? Amusement is far better than sorrow, but I will wait.' Ash clapped his hands. ‘I wish to hear some Raumerike songs. It has been far too long. Please my ears, skald, and you will be well rewarded.'

* * *

Kara bore the feast for as long she could. She listened to the toasts and the songs. She made meaningless small talk with various people, but her sense of unease grew with every passing breath. She had to force her voice to be loud and firm, whereas Ash appeared not to be suffering any sort of fear or trepidation. He'd actually wanted to hear the lament his father had commissioned.

Silently she thanked the gods that the skald was one Valdar had hired so he hadn't committed the verses to memory. The last verses were about Ash's ghost imploring his infant son to grow up to be a brave warrior like him. There was never a dry eye at Jaarlshiem when the piece was sung. Instead the skald had sung drinking songs and songs of past Raumerike battles. Everyone had joined in and the ale had flowed.

The entire situation reminded her of the feasts before Ash had left when she'd faded into the background as he held everyone in the palm of his hand with his ready wit. He kept up a steady stream of banter and was willing to drink every toast.

Ash's shoulder nudged her after the third drinking song. When the fifth started, his hand brushed over hers as he reached for the trencher that they shared. A deliberate caress. She made a stabbing motion with her eating knife. He gave an unrepentant smile and reached for her hand again. This time, he brought it to his lips.

Kara straightened her back and stared directly ahead, ignoring the pulse of warmth. She was not a plum, ripe for the plucking and bedding, simply because Ash had deigned to return after seven years and desired a warm body.

She turned and saw Valdar staring at her and Ash. Heat stained her cheeks. Ash's gesture had been one of possession, rather than casual regard or desire.

She stood up.

Ash immediately stopped his conversation in mid-quip and caught her hand. ‘A problem?'

‘Time for me to retire,' she said, her throat tightening.

‘Here, Valdar has finally arrived. He failed to follow directly. Odd, that.' He nodded towards where her former betrothed stood, gently swaying. His bridal finery was now rumpled and his jaw slack.

Kara turned her face away, trying to remember if she had ever seen Valdar drunk.

Ash put an arm about her shoulders. ‘But if you are ready to go, who am I to deny you?'

She pulled away. ‘That has nothing to do with anything. I have had a long day. Exhaustion hits the best of us.'

‘And we are anticipating an even longer night!' one of Ash's former drinking companions called out from further down the table.

‘You speak to my wife. Keep a civil tongue in your head.' Ash glowered at the man. ‘Apologise.'

The man gulped. ‘I apologise, my lady. The beer has made my tongue loose.'

Ash stood and put a possessive hand in the middle of her back. ‘You're right, lady wife. The hour grows late. I accept your plea. Time we both retired.'

‘Please don't feel you must,' Kara said in a hurried undertone. ‘I can see myself home. Your many admirers are here, wanting to speak with you and hear about your adventures. The celebrations are poised to continue until the cock crows in the morning.'

His eyes became hooded. ‘Why should I want to be parted from you, my loyal wife?'

She moved and his hand fell away. The tiny touch burned its way up her arm. Ash was up to his old tricks—saying things and allowing her to interpret them in a specific fashion when he meant entirely the opposite thing. ‘Teasing fails to become you. I'm not in the mood and I am serious. People expect the full story. You only gave the briefest hint of your adventures. Do you wish for people to feel cheated?'

He reached down and rubbed the side of his leg. ‘The feast grows wearisome for me as well as you. The telling of tales means reliving my experiences. The words are stuck in my throat. Tomorrow when I have found better words, I will tell them. Today has unfolded in a different fashion than I had thought it would.'

Kara noticed the tired circles under his eyes and the faint pinching around his mouth. It reminded her of when Rurik protested at having a nap, but was about to fall asleep on his feet. She was being hard on Ash. She had been so caught up in her own discomfort that she hadn't seen the toll the day's events had taken on him. ‘Today was a different day than either of us planned. In the morning...'

‘The morning will look after itself. Right now, let me look after you.'

Her breath caught in her throat. Once she had longed to hear those words from Ash, but now she knew they were meaningless phrases. The only person Ash looked after was himself. ‘No need. I am capable.'

‘Every need. You are my wife.' He cleared his throat and stared straight at Valdar. Valdar glowered back. ‘I must leave you all. My lady wife begs for bed.'

His voice echoed about the hall.

There was a great stamping of feet and a fresh round of laughter. ‘A kiss! A kiss! A kiss! We want a kiss!'

Kara froze. Not here. Ash was just proving a point to Valdar.

His eyes turned speculative, then he shook his head.

‘I do my wooing in private. Haven't you seen enough for one day? Find your own women.' He glared directly at Valdar. ‘This one is taken.'

He ushered her out of the hall into the cool night air, putting his hand firmly on the small of her back. The shouts and ribald jests followed them into the dark night. A large yellow moon hung in the sky, giving a real glow to the street. The sounds of the feast filtered out.

‘Thank you.'

‘For what? For not kissing you?' He rubbed the back of his thumb along her mouth, making it ache. ‘I told the truth, Kara. I've no need to kiss you in public. I'm willing to wait, knowing what the prize is.'

Easy words. She had made the mistake before of believing such things. It was deeds which counted, not words. Deeds lasted. Words faded as soon as they were uttered.

‘For leaving with me. My father...' Kara's throat closed as she thought of the humiliations her father had piled on her mother when he'd returned from his voyages and how her mother had retreated into her own private world.

‘Your father was a difficult man, plagued with his own demons,' Ash said.

‘Anyway, I'm grateful.'

‘Feasts are a chore at the best of times. This one was far harder than most, but it is over...for both of us.'

‘You used to love them. You spent days practising your jokes and quips on me.'

‘I'd forgotten that. Hopefully I didn't bore you.'

Her mouth went dry. ‘I enjoyed hearing them. Sometimes...sometimes I think about them even now.'

His eyes became huge pools of midnight blue in the moonlight. ‘Other things became more important. And my long-ago words were the babblings of an unwise youth.'

She forced her face to turn away from him. In another heartbeat she'd melt into his arms and that was wrong. ‘I can find my own way home.'

‘You're my wife. Allow me this. Allow me to keep you safe.'

The stones in the road swam in front of her eyes. She blinked rapidly. The only person who could keep her safe was her. ‘I've no objection.'

They walked in silence to the door of the small house she used when she was in Sand. The night held the chilly promise of winter. In the sky, a large harvest moon hung, illuminating the silent town in silver.

It seemed such a short time ago that she'd left the house to marry Valdar and now she was returning with a different husband, one she had once mistakenly thought knew her intimately, but now was a total stranger.

Kara gave him a quick glance. Would he want to stay? Would he expect it? The house was his by right. She could hardly refuse him entrance, but she could refuse him her bed. It was too much to tell him about Rurik tonight. No one had said anything at the feast despite her worries.

His set face gave nothing away.

‘Here we say goodnight.' She held out her hand as they stopped beside the door.

‘Kara...' He reached for her, tilting her chin upwards. ‘Is that how you say goodnight? When did an ice giant touch your heart?'

In the pale moonlight, his face had become like Loki's—beguiling, but treacherous. It would be easy to melt into his arms and give her mouth up to his touch, but also it would be the worst thing she could do. She had finished believing he was what she wanted. She no longer had need of heroes. She needed a steady man. To bring up Rurik properly.

Rurik.

Her mouth went dry. She needed to tell him. Before anyone else did. She had kept trying to find the correct way on the journey home, but her mind had been devoid of ideas. It had to be done right.

‘That would be unwise, Ash.'

His hand fell to his side. ‘Why?'

‘Much remains unsettled. We need to finish our discussion. I won't be forced or seduced. Ash, I know your tricks. You say things you think people want to hear. I remember enough about your old stories to know things were far more difficult and less pleasurable than you made out in tonight's speech. Some day, when you're ready to tell me what truly happened, then maybe we can begin again.'