The Spaniard's Bride

Seventeen

Since her first arrival in Spain, her Spanish tongue had increased greatly. Many of the conversations she had were suitable to the noble's standards.

Jason seemed to have kept his distance, however, becoming one with the shadows among the wall.

They hadn't spoken since the birth of her son. She had not spoken really with anyone.

Roseanne had had letters sent out to both Edward and the English court in hopes she would have visitors but it seemed her feeble attempt was a failure.

Roseanne had since left the ballroom and wandered into the hallway, hoping to locate where her son was now sleeping.

"Rose."

Roseanne's head snapped in the direction of the voice. Jason came up to her, taking her hands in his, "Rose, come here."

He ushered her into a small alcove behind the stairs and cupped her cheek with his hand, "I thought of what you said awhile back."

Roseanne's eyebrows arched in surprise, "You did?"

Jason smiled softly at her, "You said you loved me, do you take it back?"

Roseanne's eyes filled with tears, "No, no I don't." Her hands went up to wrap around his shoulders, "I really do love you. I don't think I could live without you."

Jason's lips captured hers, bringing her flag against him. A insatiable hunger overtook Roseanne. She felt her worries of the world float away.

All that mattered was the man against her. Her hands ran along the planes of his chest, feeling for the steady beating of his heart, "Come with me."

Jason shuddered underneath Roseanne's hands, "I cannot."

Roseanne's lips erupted with a smile against his lips, "You cannot? Since when did you become a coward, Jason?"

Jason glared down at her, "I have a hard time playing with fire."

She stifled her laugh, "Oh, please! You were the one who kissed me in plain sight."

Jason's eyes softened, "You are right about that. What about dinner?"

Roseanne's eyes flashed with an unrecognizable emotion. She leaned in, close to his ear and whispered, "The longer we wait for dinner, the hungrier you will be."

Jason choked on the air, "Roseanne!"

She smiled at him, starting to make her way out the door, "You know where to meet me in ten minutes?"

Jason nodded at her with wide eyes.

She left him staring at her as she walked back into the ballroom, quickly locating her husband. She gently placed a hand on his arm and waited for a portion of his attention, "Alvaro, I am not feeling well. Do you mind if I retire early?"

She watched his eyes deviate from hers for a brief second, and then he nodded, "I will see you in the morning, my rose."

Roseanne turned on her heel and disappeared into the crowd.

She knew Alvaro wouldn't dare to come after her. He was to drunk to process a mouse running across the floor, let alone her activities behind closed doors.

Her heart was racing rapidly. For the first time since she arrived in Spain, she was doing something for herself. She was going to enjoy the few moments she would have with her lover.

She had never had a man love her like Jason did. She had seen plenty of men in her short lifetime but never one that would treat her like Jason did.

Roseanne found herself in her room, staring back at the crystal blue eyes. Their movements mirrored each other's as he moved towards her, causing her to shriek.

He grabbed her, twirled around and threw her on the bed, "Watch out, my little firecracker. I am known for causing extreme reactions."

Roseanne giggled and wrapped her legs around his waist, "Then so be it."

Later, Roseanne had propped herself against the backboard of her bed, the sheets wrapped around her chest and a permanent smile glued to her lips, "Must you go?"

"Angel, you know I cannot stay the night here. What would the servants say? And what if your husband finds us?" Jason said, as he pulled on his trousers.

He walked over to her and captured her lips with his. Her hands wrapped around his neck and tried to pull him down, but he braces himself, "Oh, no you don't."

"Jason, you simply cannot leave!" She begged, kissing his fingers.

He stopped her by cupping her face, "Now angel, I'll be around. I just can't stay here with you."

Roseanne jutted her lip out in a mock pout. Jason glanced over at her with a mischievous smile, "Now, is this how a Queen should behave?"

She crossed her arms under her chest in response. He walked back over to her and bent down, "Be careful, or you lip may be..." he nipped at the lip she had jutted out.

Roseanne shoved his arm and tried not to laugh, "Go on, soldier boy. Leave if you must!"

Jason walked over to the mock door in the wall, never leaving her gaze, "Be good, my angel."

The door closed behind him and left Roseanne to the silence.

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Alvaro stormed into his wife's room and shut the door behind him. Roseanne looked up at him from her spot on the bed, "How may I help you, my lord." Her voice came off icy, as he knew he deserved.

"I would like to make a proposal, my beautiful rose." He said, running his hand over her red curls.

Roseanne's posture softened slightly under his touch, "What?"

"I propose that I will allow you to have time with Esteban if... you remain loyal to me. I fear the look the English knight gives you at my own table and it would be reassuring to know my rose was only mine, yes?" He whispered, his lips brushing the side of her face.

Roseanne tilted her head towards him, "My lord—"

He gripped her by the waist and pulled her under him, "Say it, Roseanne. Say you're mine."

His mouth found her lips and crashed onto them— like a lion finally catching his prey.

Her hands seemed to shake as they ran along the plane of his back. He felt her lips part to allow room for his.

"I am yours. I am all yours, Alvaro."