Ulrich lay in bed, relaxing. He’d just finished cleaning and organizing the bedchamber to prepare for Carina’s arrival tomorrow. He rested his hand behind his head and grinned. His wife would share his bed a day from now.
It was unthinkable he’d ever been infatuated with Joan, and that Queen Guinevere had sentenced him to two nights in the dungeons for kissing Joan, over which he and Perceval subsequently came to blows. He cringed at the notion. What a fool he’d been to not see straight away that Carina was the woman for him. But the past was in the past, Perceval and Joan had forgiven him, and they’d even become close friends during the last several months.
Ulrich had never known a woman a wonderful as Carina – bold, free, and outspoken, …show more content…
She loved him, he loved her, and he could not ask for more.
With a smile on his face, Ulrich dozed off, only to be woken shortly thereafter by the sound of his chamber door crashing open and the echo of heavy boots stomping into his room. He didn’t have to open his eyes to know who stood at the side of his bed, and with a sigh, he looked up. “Up, up, up!” announced Gawain. Next to him stood Perceval, Merlin, and Lionel, and a small crowd of knights hung back. “Time to get royally pissed and fondle the ladies.”
Gawain’s eyes shone with excitement (or drink, it was hard to tell), and his shaggy, shoulder-length hair seemed more wild than usual. Though it appeared as if he’d taken a moment to trim his beard.
Ulrich sat up, rubbed his hands over his freshly shaved face, and swung his legs over the side of the bed. “Gawain, we’ve been over this. I’ll drink, I’ll gamble, but I am not touching other women.”
“Nonsense!” Gawain flapped his hand around in the air wildly, almost smacking Perceval in the face. “I’ll see to it you have fun tonight whether you like it or not.”
“I can have fun without groping women. Starting tomorrow night, I’ll have one woman all to myself to grope every night for years on end. That sounds …show more content…
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the mighty Sir Gawain,” said Kiena, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a wet kiss against his cheek. She leaned in close to his ear and whispered loudly, “My friend Helena’s here with me. Would you and the groom enjoy private entertainment from the two of us tonight?”
Simultaneously, Gawain answered in the affirmative while Ulrich barked, “No!”
The alluring redhead left Gawain’s lap and unceremoniously plopped herself in Ulrich’s instead. He leaned back in his seat, trying to create as much distance between this woman and himself as possible, which was difficult, since she kept inching closer. What If Carina happened to walk in right now? Kiena stroked Ulrich’s cheek with her thumb and he tried not to flinch.
“What a young, handsome, unspoiled one,” said Kiena. “How old are you.”
He cleared his throat. “Seventeen.”
“That is a lovely age. You young men have such stamina! My friend and I could teach you many ways to please your new wife. Are you sure you don’t want
It was unthinkable he’d ever been infatuated with Joan, and that Queen Guinevere had sentenced him to two nights in the dungeons for kissing Joan, over which he and Perceval subsequently came to blows. He cringed at the notion. What a fool he’d been to not see straight away that Carina was the woman for him. But the past was in the past, Perceval and Joan had forgiven him, and they’d even become close friends during the last several months.
Ulrich had never known a woman a wonderful as Carina – bold, free, and outspoken, …show more content…
She loved him, he loved her, and he could not ask for more.
With a smile on his face, Ulrich dozed off, only to be woken shortly thereafter by the sound of his chamber door crashing open and the echo of heavy boots stomping into his room. He didn’t have to open his eyes to know who stood at the side of his bed, and with a sigh, he looked up. “Up, up, up!” announced Gawain. Next to him stood Perceval, Merlin, and Lionel, and a small crowd of knights hung back. “Time to get royally pissed and fondle the ladies.”
Gawain’s eyes shone with excitement (or drink, it was hard to tell), and his shaggy, shoulder-length hair seemed more wild than usual. Though it appeared as if he’d taken a moment to trim his beard.
Ulrich sat up, rubbed his hands over his freshly shaved face, and swung his legs over the side of the bed. “Gawain, we’ve been over this. I’ll drink, I’ll gamble, but I am not touching other women.”
“Nonsense!” Gawain flapped his hand around in the air wildly, almost smacking Perceval in the face. “I’ll see to it you have fun tonight whether you like it or not.”
“I can have fun without groping women. Starting tomorrow night, I’ll have one woman all to myself to grope every night for years on end. That sounds …show more content…
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the mighty Sir Gawain,” said Kiena, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a wet kiss against his cheek. She leaned in close to his ear and whispered loudly, “My friend Helena’s here with me. Would you and the groom enjoy private entertainment from the two of us tonight?”
Simultaneously, Gawain answered in the affirmative while Ulrich barked, “No!”
The alluring redhead left Gawain’s lap and unceremoniously plopped herself in Ulrich’s instead. He leaned back in his seat, trying to create as much distance between this woman and himself as possible, which was difficult, since she kept inching closer. What If Carina happened to walk in right now? Kiena stroked Ulrich’s cheek with her thumb and he tried not to flinch.
“What a young, handsome, unspoiled one,” said Kiena. “How old are you.”
He cleared his throat. “Seventeen.”
“That is a lovely age. You young men have such stamina! My friend and I could teach you many ways to please your new wife. Are you sure you don’t want