STEPHEN WAS IN his dressing1 room when Anne stormed in and found him, in a chair, peeling an apple. Annabella, a lady of the court, was bent2 over his waist, swallowing his cock.
At the sight of Anne, Annabella gagged. She jumped, frantically3 replacing Stephen's leggings as if to hide the evidence. Stephen looked on, seeming not to care.
Oh, do not bother, Annabella. Anne sighed. When the lord hears what news I bear, we shall all be amused to see to what size his manhood shrinks.
The lady smoothed her ruffled4 tresses, curtsied, then scurried5 out of the room.
These are my private quarters, not your parlor6, Stephen said, hitching7 himself up. And do not feign8 offense9, dear wife, since you obviously knew what business you would find here.
I do not feign offense. Anne eyed him sharply. Only regret, to have interrupted you from such pressing work.
So. Stephen rose. By all means, let me know. What's the big surprise?
A runner has arrived from Sardoney. He's brought word that your little jester is on the way. Two days out. With his lance.
Thisis the news you thought would disarm10 me? Stephen seemed to yawn, taking another deep bite from his apple. That this poor fool marches on us? Why should this mean any more to me than a bite of this fruit, I say? But come, he said, eyeing the bulge11 in his hose, as long as the table is set, why not put the little weasel to some work?
Anne crept behind him and smoothed her hands across his chest, even though the pretense12 of such affection was as repulsive13 to her as kissing a snake. She bent down to his ear and whispered, It is not the fool that I thought would concern you, my husband. She rubbed her hand near his cock. But the thousand men who march along with him.
What? Stephen twisted around. He screwed up his face in disbelief.
Oh, has the weasel crept back in his little cave? Anne laughed. Yes, my liege, apparently14 an army follows him that is even greater than before. An army of lost souls,heretics , thanks to you. And thanks to Baldwin, fully15 armed.
Stephen jumped out of his seat, hot with rage. Impossible! They damn their souls to follow him.
No, husband, it isyour soul that is damned.
Get out of my way. Stephen shot out his hand. It slashed16 across Anne's face, knocking her to the floor. If you have any hope for that little brat17 you call your cousin, you will mock me no more.
If you harm her, Stephen... Anne forced herself up to her palms.
Stephen burned his gaze right through her. He moved as if to strike again. She did not flinch18. Then the color came back into his face, and he softened19 and knelt, cupping her quivering face in the palm of his hand.
Why would I want to hurt her, my precious wife? She is a part of you. He raised himself, smoothing his tunic20, the veins21 in his forehead now calm. I have merely detained her for her own protection. There are dangerous conspirators22 about who plan us harm, even within these very walls. Haven't you heard?
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