![]() Luc arched a brow and glanced toward the gates. “Why, I shall call the gatekeeper this very moment and have him escort you to the road.” His smile clearly did naught to improve her mood. Brianna was a good bit tinier than he and ’twas amusing to consider how she might singlehandedly compel him to depart. “I shall force you to follow my quest!” she declared vehemently, her eyes flashing. Ye gods, had he ever met a more beguiling woman? A waft of a feminine scent-Luc fancied ’twas attar of roses-set a heat unfurling in his belly. The ripe curve of Brianna’s breasts was within a handspan of Luc’s chest, the fan of her breath brushed his skin. She came to a breathless halt before him, tipped up her chin, and looked him in the eye.Īnd she had a dangerous allure with such proximity. The princess glared at Luc, cursed, and clutched even more of her voluminous skirts before continuing toward him. If Luc had expected her to moan over the damage, he would have called her response wrong. “Oh! You are insolent! I am the princess of Tullymullagh and I will not permit you to remain.” Brianna snagged her kirtle on the branch of a tree and gave the garment a frustrated tug. “I just have.” He shrugged, purely to infuriate her. Luc folded his arms across his chest and surveyed the approaching princess with feigned indifference. “You!” Brianna jabbed one finger through the air. ![]() Luc found himself turning to confront her and bracing for a battle of words, without ever having had any intention of doing so. Burrs and dried weeds snatched at her gown but she strode on, eyes flashing emerald fire, oblivious to every obstacle. She gathered up her skirts and strode into the orchard with purpose, indifferent to the survival of her fine shoes. Indeed, Brianna was even more alluring in her anger than she had been in the hall and Luc’s blood quickened that he was the target of her anger.Īs she drew nearer, Luc saw that Brianna’s eyes flashed, a flushed spot burned in each cheek. What doubly surprised Luc was the wave of anticipation that rolled through him. The orchard was clearly her destination and her mood was evidently less than prime. Brianna tugged off her veil and cast it impatiently at the ground with a marked disregard for convention. In his experience, indulged women were quick to note deficiencies in their attendance. What did surprise him was that it had taken her so long to come. ![]() Luc was not particularly surprised to see Brianna striding through the courtyard toward him, her kirtle flying out behind her. “Exquisite! A marvelously beautiful tale of love!” Bell, Book & Candle “Claire Delacroix is the queen of medieval romance! Reading The Princess is like sipping vintage wine-delectable!” Rendezvous Luc has sworn to lay down his sword forever-until he is the sole one who can defend the fair maiden who has claimed his shielded heart. Brianna is not inclined to accept his refusal-she tempts him and awakens his slumbering senses with her alluring beauty and her sweet kisses. Only Luc refuses to participate, for he knows that a princess had no place in the life of a battle-weary warrior like himself. ![]() Thus begins the Bride Quest of the three brothers Fitzgavin.īurke and Rowan, knights both, ride out on Brianna’s quest, each intent upon triumph. Thinking she can outwit this condition, Brianna issues a challenge: the son who brings her a gift that makes her laugh will win her hand. Princess Brianna of Tullymullagh is determined to marry only for love-until her father’s holding is conquered and the king decrees that she must wed one of the victor’s sons. ![]()
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