Tag: historical-romance, medieval

Juliette Benzoni

And you dare to wear the golden spurs of a knight? You dare to call yourself a Marshal of France and carry the fleur-de-lis on your coat of arms? The meanest lackey in this hall knows more of honour and loyalty than you! Hang and burn my servants and kill me – kill too, now that you have handed your companion-in-arms Arnaud de Montsalvy, to your cousin. With my last breath, I shall call on Heaven to witness that Gilles de Rais is a traitor and a felon!

Kathleen E. Woodiwiss

Do I perceive a softening in your heart for me, damoiselle?” He laughed at her scowl. “Beware maid. I will tell you true. After you will come another and then another. There are no strings that can tether me to any woman. So guard your heart.””My lord, you greatly exaggerate your appeal,” she replied indignantly. “If I fell anything for you, ’tis hatred. You are the enemy and you are to be despised as such.””Indeed?” He smiled slowly into her eyes. “Then tell me, damoiselle, do you always kiss the enemy so warmly?