Stealing the Bride. Mary WineЧитать онлайн книгу.
he’d even thought to marry a lass he loved. Those days were gone, carried away with the sweating sickness that had taken his brothers before it stole his family away as well.
Dunmore Leask sat down and took his time getting comfortable. “I do nae plan to ask ye to marry my sister before she gives ye a son.”
Hayden frowned. “I don’t need any grief from the church, man. It’s peace that I’m seeking by looking for another bride.”
“Ye need a son for that.”
“Aye.” He may have barked the word but there was no disguising the longing in his voice. He was weary of the gloom in the house even if he knew well that another bride would not replace Ruth. He could but hope that a new wife would help banish the specters that seemed to inhabit the corners. Even if he didn’t love her, there might be affection between them after a time, and later children to love between them.
None of that would happen if he was riding the border putting down invasion.
“I have a sister who is strong in spirit and body.”
Hayden took another mouthful of ale. “Of course ye do, man. Ye and all my neighbors delight in coming to me home to sup on me fine plates and fill me head with nonsense about how yer female relation is the one who will give me clan their next laird. Right after I give ye the use of me men to secure yer land, that is.” He fixed Dunmore with a hard look. “I’m bloody sick of promises. It’s empty prattle, all of it. Only fate knows who will have the pleasure of watching his children grow up.”
“I am willing to alter the order of things.”
Hayden felt his anger dissipating as his curiosity was aroused. “I heard that and it’s sure to bring the wrath of the church down on us both. Do ye fancy a day in the stocks, then?”
“Ye want a bride and I want an alliance with the Monroes. My sister does nae have enough gold coming with her to gain yer attention above the others here.”
A low growl shook Hayden’s chest. “So ye want to offer her body to me, man? I’ll have that of any girl I take to wife. It’s a wee bit of a requirement if I want children.”
He bit back a snarl because any man who treated his sister in such a manner was no friend of his.
“I propose a bit of courting instead of negotiating for days on end. It’s spring and fine weather. Come and meet my sister, and if the pair of ye find interest in one another then we’ll start talking about handfasting.”
“The church forbids handfasting, lad.” Hayden tried not to sound too hopeful. It was a fact that he liked what he was hearing. It was also a fact that his mother would likely rise from her grave and fill his sleep with nightmares for listening to such an idea. A pure girl deserved marriage from a man. It was the Christian thing to do, the honorable thing, but he was sorely tempted. If by nothing else than the chance to escape the walls threatening to crush him.
“I was thinking to be a bit more practical. The Leask do nae bring ye the same sort of riches ye might get with another clan, but we also are nae so large that the church interferes with traditions that are a thousand years old. What’s the harm in meeting me sister and finding out if she’s the sort of woman ye might be content to wed? If ye do nae care for her, ye gain a few days of peace before returning to my fellow lairds and their demands.”
Hayden rubbed his beard, trying to control the urge to jump at the offer like a hungry hound. He had an appetite for what he was hearing, all right. Maybe it was wrong to not offer for the lass first—the church would tell him that sure enough—but wasn’t keeping his retainers alive more important? He hadn’t agreed to any handfasting. Leask might offer but there was no sin in not answering the man about that end of the arrangement. He could meet the girl; there was no sin in that. But the girl might be eager to tempt him beyond just a meeting.
Her clan might cry foul if he was left alone with her and she claimed he’d had her. Laird Leask painted a pretty picture of peace and relief from the bride negotiations but that might be nothing but a clever ruse to get him close enough for the sister to cry rape. It wouldn’t be the first time a laird was snared by such means. The church held a great power over its people. If a girl cried rape, he’d have to settle accounts with her family, and he could well imagine that wedding the girl would be the demanded settlement.
“Tell me, Leask, is yer sister the sort of woman who sees no harm in bedding a man not her lawfully wed husband?” His thoughts turned dark. There might be even more reason why Dunmore was willing to let his sister lie with a man who wasn’t her husband. She might be a light skirt, and if that was the sort of woman he wanted, he’d go to court.
Leask smiled at him. A slow parting of his lips that flashed his teeth.
“My sister is strong willed and would try to rip my throat out if she heard what I just said to ye about handfasting.”
Hayden snarled. The sound even startled him because he hadn’t realized how much he was liking what his companion was saying.
“Ye are wasting me time and trying to lead me on a merry dance.”
Dunmore Leask remained comfortably seated in the face of Hayden’s displeasure. That took courage or stupidity, and maybe a measure of both when ye considered the topic and how tender his heart was toward it.
“Strength breeds strength, Monroe. My sister will not marry at my command. She will nae walk in here to yer hall, an example of submission, because wedding ye will bring a strong alliance to our clan.”
“Then why are ye talking to me?”
Dunmore leaned forward and Hayden was too interested not to do the same. He was hungry, hungry for what Dunmore was tempting him with. He was happy to marry and please the church, but the moment he married all attention would be focused on his new bride. If she failed to conceive quickly, there would be more raids along the borders. If she produced a daughter, those raids would push inward. It would bring war to every soul looking to him to lead them. Handfasting was different. No one would worry if his mistress kept her smooth waistline. Everyone would assume the girl was drinking some concoction to keep her womb empty. The idea beckoned to him even though he knew he should reject it.
“It’s un-Christian, man.” Hayden forced the words out. “Besides, ye said she would nae obey ye. I think that makes her wiser than both of us.”
Dunmore chuckled. “Aye, that’s Elspeth right enough. If ye want her, ye’ll have to impress her.” He leaned further forward. “But just think, Laird, wouldn’t ye enjoy being allowed to court a girl instead of choosing one sitting at this table? Come and meet her. If ye are the man I think ye are, ye’ll enjoy charming her. Do nae expect it to be a simple task. Elspeth is a maiden because she is proud. Too proud to be led around the back of the stable by smooth words and a winsome grin.”
It sounded simple but he was suspicious. Dunmore Leask shrugged in the face of Hayden’s stony silence.
“Unless, of course, ye prefer to sit here listening to your other guests tell ye how many sons their fathers sired. I suppose that is one way to select a bride. I agree that it would make the wedding day quite an exciting moment, while ye wait to see what lies hidden beneath her face veil.”
Hayden scowled at his companion in response. Dunmore chuckled and took another long drink from his tankard.
Hayden felt the rise of something inside his chest that he had to think long and hard on to identify. It swelled up and began to boil, sending raw need coursing through him. It had been so long since the idea of bedding any woman excited him that he sat in stunned silence, just enjoying the burn while his cock stiffened behind his kilt. The Leask lass was a far cry from the noble-blooded mares his other guests were offering. The clan was small but they had courage, and that snared his interest.
Proud? He could admire that in a lass, maybe even be attracted to it. He wanted to meet her, meet the sister to see if she had the same fire the brother did.
“Ye’re right about one thing, Dunmore Leask, yer idea is better