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Ashlynn’s choice was stark: take Iain as her husband, or accept a fate that would likely be much worse.

When the words were all spoken and the ring on her finger he kissed her, a gentle kiss which burned nonetheless and set her pulse racing. Understated and subtle, it was underlain with a deeper promise, and the implications quickened every fibre of her being.

For an instant their eyes met, but as so often his face gave little away. Did he share the resentment she felt? Given the choice, he would never have entered into this bargain. From the outset he had regarded her as an encumbrance. What possible argument could have persuaded him to agree to this?

They went out to the horses and Iain took leave of his king. He turned back to Ashlynn.

‘Come, my wife.’

The use of that title sent another wave of heat the length of her body. Soon enough he would take her to his bed and make his possession complete…