at James Leslie from beneath her wet lashes, she decided that he was still a very handsome man, but at this particular moment he looked very stern. It was a look she could not remember seeing on his face before.
âJust once,â she said, âI should like the freedom to pick my own husband.â Grumbling she continued. âMy father chose Jamal Khan, and you and Grandfather chose Rowan Lindley. When do I get to choose?â
âWere you unhappy with either of your husbands, Jasmine?â Skye questioned her granddaughter.
âNo,â Jasmine admitted, âbut you got to choose your husbands!â
âDom OâFlaherty, my first husband, may he rot in hell, was my fatherâs choice. Willowâs father rescued me from slavery in Algiers and married me. Niall Burke was chosen for me by my uncle, the bishop, and we were wed by proxy without my knowledge. Fabron de Beaumont was the old queenâs selection. Only Geoffrey Southwood and your grandfather were my decisions, Jasmine.â
âAnd they were your happiest marriages,â her granddaughter said. âI do not believe I will have six husbands, Grandmama. I want to make my own selection this time. I wonât be coerced dammit!â
âMadame,â the earl of Glenkirk said quietly, âyou have no options but to obey your king as do I. To disobey is treason, as you well know, but should you choose such a dangerous option be advised that I shall return to England in several daysâ time with my four charges, the infant duke of Lundy, the marquis of Westleigh, and the ladies India and Fortune Lindley. If you wish to remain mother to your children, you will accompany us. If you do not, I shall see that you never see them again, for you shall be banned from King Jamesâs realm forever.â
Jasmineâs unusual turquoise-colored eyes widened with shock. âYou bastard!â she hissed. âYou would do that to me?â
He looked at her dispassionately. âI thought we had settled the matter of my birth, madame, and yes, I will obey the king.â
She flung her goblet at his head, but ducking it he reached up to grasp her wrist in a firm hold. Slowly he forced her arm down, and back behind her, drawing her against him. Then, bending, he kissed her a fierce kiss, his lips hard, the embrace a clear declaration of war between them. Jasmine struggled, but could not break his hold on her, but when he released her a moment later, she reared back and slapped him with all her might. Then, turning about, she ran from the hall.
âIs it that you hate her or love her?â Skye asked him, curious.
James Leslie shook his dark head. âOnce I loved her to distraction. When I arrived here today I thought I hated her. Now I donât know what I feel for her, Madame Skye. Why does she resist her fate so strongly?â
âSurely you have known since you first met her, my lord, that Jasmine is very proud, and absolutely determined to have her way in life,â Skye answered him. âWe both know that the king meant well for her when he ordered your marriage, and indeed it is an ideal solution for Jasmine. Even I am now willing to admit to it. You are an excellent candidate for her hand, as you are in high favor with King James, and you have your own wealth.â
âI am astounded by this turn of events, madame,â the earl of Glenkirk replied. âYou were, if I am not mistaken, highly involved in Jasmineâs departure from England almost two years ago.â
âIndeed I was,â Skye admitted, not one bit abashed. âBut I only meant for her to have a little bit of time to compose herself and come to terms with her fate. Unfortunately the months became a year, and I swear to you that I meant to bring her home, but somehow I did not get around to it. I have a very large family, my lord, and they always seem to need one thing or another from me.â She gave him a weak smile,
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