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the door was locked, he brought Henry down to the tavern for a drink and to get an update on his bride to be. The last time he had seen Katherine it was not on the best of terms. Just hearing her mention the idea of her taking on a lover had set his blood boiling. He didn’t regret his rough treatment of her and was actually pretty proud of himself for remaining as calm as he had. What he really wanted to do was throw things around the room, throw her over his knee or possibly even back hand her for even thinking about touching another man. Even now as he reflected on their previous argument, he felt his blood starting to boil. He had never in his life felt possessive or jealous over any of the women he had slept with. Women were meant to please men, whether it was him or another he didn’t care. Something about Katherine brought out the beast in him. She was an innocent, not a whore and she was his. No man had ever touched her before and other than he alone, no man would ever touch her from this day forward.
    Once he had cooled down a bit, he had instructed a maid to quietly rid Katherine of her wardrobe while she was bathing, with the full intentions of bringing back a couple of outfits to last her till they got home. He had also met with the town priest and got him to agree to meet him at the Inn later that evening to perform their wedding vows and then to join them for dinner afterwards.
    They would leave for Oxford first thing in the morning and would only have to stop for shelter two, maybe three times at the most. By the end of the week they would be home and he couldn’t wait.
    “ Two pints please” he called out to his server as she rushed by, trying to fill out the orders of the table beside them.
    “ Right away love” She responded as she disappeared into the kitchen.
    “ So how was my kitten this morning?” Salvador asked lazily, while inside he felt twisted up at how she may have reacted to the removal of her wardrobe.
    “ Funny you should ask” Henry murmured as he took the pint of beer from the tavern wench and gulped down as much as he could at once.
    Salvador gave him a speculative look but allowed him to take his time.
    Henry cleared his throat and wrung his hands in his lap.
    “ You see My Lord, Lady Katherine did not take too kindly to losing her wardrobe and may have over-reacted, a slight”
    At that point he nervously looked away and took another long drag of his beer.
    “ Go on” Salvador prompted, knowing this could not be leading to anything good.
    “ I may have made the mistake of not locking the door when mayhap I should have. You see, I greatly under estimated the...uh...temper, that is” Henry stuttered for the correct wording.
    “ Out with it Henry” Salvador stated coolly while inside his blood was heating up.
    “ I never would have suspected that she would burst out into the hallway like a raging storm! She was magnificent as she thundered her temper upon us and demanded to know where her clothing had gotten to. She may have drawn a wee tad of attention to herself, but that maid you had bestowed upon quickly clarified the situation for us and temporarily sheltered us from her anger.”
    If a storm hadn’t been building inside of Salvador, he probably would have smiled at the almost poetic explanation his steward had referred to as Katherine’s temper. But Salvador had visions that stirred up his own raging storm and was trying to keep a cool appearance.
    “ And what pray tell was my Katherine robed in as she showered her storm unto her fellow men?” He ground out between clenched teeth.
    “ The whole thing lasted no more than three minutes at the most My Lord, I assure you! Once the maid spoke up, I was able to get Lady Katherine back into your room behind a locked door and I assure you, she has remained there for the remainder of the day!”
    Henry downed the remainder of his beer and hoped to god Salvador didn’t note the blush that must be clearly marked on his