He raised an eyebrow.
She let out a sigh. She hadn't meant to shout at her husband. "I hope you will leave the building alone."
"Then you were lying when you said-"
"I was trying to get along," she interrupted. "God's truth, that's almost impossible with you. Could we not eat our supper now and put this matter aside?"
Hugh was in wholehearted agreement. He hurried over to the table, bellowing for Clarise to bring on the food.
Nicholaa turned to follow Hugh. Royce held her by her arm and forced her to stand still. "You will speak the truth at all times," he ordered.
She turned to look up at him. "I am trying," she said. "I would like to please you."
That admission stunned him. "Why?"
"When I please you," she answered, "perhaps you'll begin to please me."
He grinned. "And how am I to please you?" he asked. He slowly pulled her closer to him.
"If you would bring Justin and Ulric home, that would please me," she said.
"Then I'll do that," he answered. His hand cupped her chin. "Just as soon as you explain your actions on the day we were attacked by the Saxons."
"Do you still wish me to apologize for interfering?"
He nodded.
She stretched up and kissed him. It was a gentle, undemanding touch. "I will give you your explanation tonight, Royce. When you've heard it, I don't think you'll want me to apologize. I haven't done anything wrong, and once I've explained, I'm certain you'll agree. You might even have to apologize to me. You do know how, don't you?"
She was smiling up at him so sweetly, looking so damn innocent too. It was difficult to believe she was the hellion he'd been living with these two past weeks.
"Nicholaa?"
"Yes, Royce?"
"You could drive a man to drink."
Dear God, she hoped so. His insult thrilled her. She almost laughed out loud.
The dimple was back in her cheek when she smiled at him. The temptation was becoming too much to resist. Royce had been determined to ignore her until she realized her demands weren't going to get her anywhere. Aye, she needed to understand her position in his household.
The stakes were too high for Royce to back down. He wanted Nicholaa's complete loyalty and honesty, and by God, he would have both before he touched her. Hell, he was the only one suffering in this marriage. Royce had recognized that truth quickly enough. Nicholaa was too innocent to understand the torment she was putting him through. She didn't have the faintest idea of her own appeal, either. The woman was so feminine. When she smiled up at him, all he could think about was touching her. She didn't understand the joy and fulfillment they could give each other in bed, and at the rate they were going, she'd be an old woman before she found out.
Perhaps he should change tactics. That thought popped into his mind even as he was reaching for her. He threaded his fingers through her hair to keep her captive as he slowly leaned down to her mouth. He intended to take one quick taste, but his wife went all soft and willing on him, and he couldn't stop himself from deepening the kiss. His tongue swept inside her mouth to rub against hers. The taste of her was intoxicating. It made him hungry for more.
He growled low in his throat when Nicholaa wrapped her arms around his waist and held him tight against her. The kiss turned hot, ravenous. His mouth slanted over hers again and again until he was shaking with his need for more.
It was time to stop. This was neither the time nor the place for such uninhibited behavior. Royce gently pulled back. She followed him. He was so pleased with that reaction he had to kiss her again.
Nicholaa was trembling when he finally forced himself to end their love play. She went limp against him. He held her close until they'd both regained their composure, then forced her chin up so he could see her eyes. He whispered the obvious: "I want you, Nicholaa."
The harshness in his whisper didn't frighten her. Nay, she was warmed by his confession. "I'm pleased you want me, Royce. I want you, too. It should be that way, shouldn't it, between husband and wife?"
He brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. "Yes, it should be that way, though in truth it is a rarity."
Nicholaa didn't know what to say next. She couldn't stop looking at him. He didn't want to stop staring at her. They stayed that way for what seemed an eternity. The spell was broken when Clarise's laughter reached them. Royce was the first to move. He grabbed Nicholaa's hand and led her to the table.
She shook her head in exasperation when she saw that Baron Hugh had Clarise pinned up against the far wall. The big Norman was diligently nibbling on her ear, and Clarise was thoroughly enjoying his attention until she realized her mistress was watching her. The servant quickly disengaged herself from Hugh's hold and scurried into the buttery. Hugh let out a loud sigh of regret. "She's leading me a merry chase," he muttered as he took his place.
Royce sat at the head of the table. Nicholaa took her place to his right. Hugh settled himself across from her.
Alice waited at the entrance to the buttery for her mistress to give the signal. The servant had already set the table with three silver goblets. As soon as Nicholaa motioned to her, Alice rushed over with a fat jug and filled each goblet with dark ale. She filled Royce's goblet to the rim. He didn't reprove her because he thought she was simply eager to please him.
Nicholaa immediately lifted her goblet and suggested a toast. She kept her hand turned away from Royce so he wouldn't notice the scars. She took a long drink, too, because she didn't want her husband to become suspicious.
She didn't stop after just one toast, either. No, she offered another and another until she'd given a salutation to everyone in England except the stable master. She was about to toast him, too, when bread trenchers filled with quail and pheasant were placed on the table. Thick loaves of freshly baked black bread and wide wedges of yellow cheese came next. Additional salt had been added to the meat to increase Royce's thirst. Nicholaa forgot about the added salt, though. Her head was muddled from all the ale she'd already swallowed. She ate a good portion of her supper, drinking heartily after each bite.
It didn't take Royce long to realize Nicholaa was up to something. Each time he took a drink, Alice was there to refill his goblet. He suspected that the two women were in league together. They kept giving each other knowing looks.
His wife wanted to get him drunk, but he was aware of her plan. Each time his goblet was refilled, he poured half of the ale into Nicholaa's cup. She couldn't refuse his generosity, and after a while she was too confused to notice. Within an hour, Nicholaa's eyelids were drooping and she was having extreme difficulty staying on her stool. Her elbow rested on the table, her head propped up in her hand.
"I believe this is the worst supper I've ever tried to eat," Hugh announced. "It's more salt than meat, Royce."
"Aye, it is," Royce agreed.
Hugh stood up. "I'm weary this evening. I'm taking to my bed. Now where did sweet Clarise wander off to?"
"She's hiding in the buttery," Nicholaa blurted out. She then apologized for the supper and bade Hugh a good night. She didn't realize how slurred her words were or how disheveled she looked. Her hair had fallen forward and hid half her face. She was fully occupied trying to keep her head from slipping off her hand.
Royce was exasperated with her. He waited until Hugh had left the hall, then motioned for Alice to leave and turned his attention to his wife. Just as he was about to demand that she explain her actions, she shifted and almost fell off her stool. Royce caught her before she hit the floor, then leaned back and pulled her onto his lap.
The room was spinning around Nicholaa. She reached up to put her arms around his neck, then changed her mind. She awkwardly tried to hide her hands in the folds of her gown.