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Besieged And Betrothed
Jenni Fletcher
Bound to her enemyRuthless warrior Lothar the Frank has laid siege to Castle Haword, but there’s a fiery redhead in his way – and she’s not backing down!More tomboy than trembling maiden, Lady Juliana Danville would rather die than lose the castle. Caught on opposite sides of a war, a marriage bargain is brokered to bring peace. But is blissful married life possible when Juliana has a dangerous secret hidden within the castle walls…?
Bound to her enemy
Ruthless warrior Lothar the Frank has laid siege to Castle Haword, but there’s a fiery redhead in his way—and she’s not backing down!
More tomboy than trembling maiden, Lady Juliana Danville would rather die than lose the castle. When she’s caught on opposite sides of a war, a marriage bargain is brokered to bring peace. But is blissful married life possible when Juliana has a dangerous secret hidden within the castle walls?
‘You’re fortunate that I’ve no desire for a wife either. Especially one who looks more like a stablehand than a woman!’ (#u9af1b6f0-fc5b-5443-a0c7-0ebe8f794752)
Lothar rubbed his jaw gingerly with his knuckles as Juliana stormed away. In retrospect, he supposed he might have handled the situation better. She was right—their marriage was a greater advancement than any he could have expected—but her accusations had undermined his self-control to the extent that he’d finally lost his temper.
He’d meant to say that he’d accepted the offer because he wanted to help her keep her inheritance—not to steal it for himself. He’d meant to say that he was a soldier—that when it came to managing a castle she was a far better person for the job. He’d meant to reassure her that it would be a marriage in name only, at least insofar as she wanted it to be one. Most of all, he’d meant to tell her that nothing about this was a game.
Instead he’d told her she looked like a stablehand. That had definitely been a mistake.
Author Note (#u9af1b6f0-fc5b-5443-a0c7-0ebe8f794752)
I first became interested in the Empress Matilda as a child, after reading about her escape from Oxford Castle during the siege of 1142, dressed all in white for camouflage in the snow. Unfortunately that story is often all that gets told about a woman whose incredible biography has been largely—and ironically—whitewashed out of history. The daughter and mother of kings, wife of an emperor and then a count, Matilda was a strong woman for any age, and yet she never managed to regain the birthright that was usurped by her cousin Stephen.
Matilda’s problem—as Helen Castor’s brilliant book She-Wolves: The Women Who Ruled England Before Elizabeth points out—was not that she was a woman, but that she was expected to behave like one: to be Queen and yet not assert her own individual authority—a contradiction that the Medieval mindset seemed unable to overcome, and that I find fascinating.
This story, whilst not directly about Matilda, is partly about the roles women were and weren’t allowed to hold in twelfth-century England—four centuries before Elizabeth I came to the throne. Despite my bias, however, I do have a soft spot for Stephen, who was more merciful than the majority of Medieval kings, and did actually pardon some of those who rebelled against him. At a distance of almost nine hundred years, it’s impossible to judge who was the hero and who the villain...but, for the purposes of this story at least, I side with Matilda.
Besieged and Betrothed
Jenni Fletcher
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Jenni Fletcher was born on the north coast of Scotland, and now lives in Yorkshire with her husband and two children. She wanted to be a writer as a child, but got distracted by reading instead, finally writing down her first paragraph thirty years later. She’s had more jobs than she can remember, but has finally found one she loves. She can be contacted via Twitter, @jenniauthor (https://twitter.com/jenniauthor).
Books by Jenni Fletcher
Mills & Boon Historical Romance
Married to Her Enemy
The Convenient Felstone Marriage
Besieged and Betrothed
Visit the Author Profile page at millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk).
To Andy, again, and my family as always (that includes you, Hilary!)
Also a huge thank-you to Kim, Christine, Emma and Sharon, without whose help I’d still only be halfway through.
And to Claudia, who could give any empress a run for her money.
Contents
Cover (#u1a20a610-3237-5b2c-b9d6-f28990792d82)
Back Cover Text (#u34dc0531-4dc4-5224-b72c-b157810179c9)
Introduction (#u7996a689-f13e-5fa2-bf71-e4edd9d6e708)
Author Note (#u884cb3ce-b713-5c85-801d-65e9f66b4dbc)
Title Page (#u2af8862c-16f2-514a-894e-0c3304d7527e)
About the Author (#ue6e0fdce-ae13-52de-be91-3b53d3a06dd8)
Dedication (#u004c5808-3a68-5177-8971-eadeadf49a7b)
Historical Note (#u2393dd63-2cdc-5a16-adcc-f835b98ba166)
Chapter One (#u90e62645-7cb9-51d6-95d5-4a9438debd90)
Chapter Two (#u998889ae-3c45-5e82-8de5-46f40c4b6f4e)
Chapter Three (#u738ab563-9fd2-5ba3-b079-0531a54b3866)
Chapter Four (#u92bfe08a-6bfb-54cd-8ffb-e1b9f819d546)
Chapter Five (#u26d4015e-d7bb-5b7e-ac3a-32e20d4d1415)
Chapter Six (#ue509e12f-1fbf-5b1e-9898-014c15655e60)
Chapter Seven (#u940a5e55-8ee4-5d54-af8c-3e80d955ffca)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-One (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
Historical Note (#u9af1b6f0-fc5b-5443-a0c7-0ebe8f794752)
In 1147 England had been in the grip of Civil War for twelve years.
The tumultuous period now known as The Anarchy was triggered by the death of Henry I in 1135.
After the drowning of his only legitimate son in the White Ship disaster of 1120, the only direct heir to the throne was Henry’s daughter, Matilda, although at twenty-eight she’d spent comparatively little of her life in England, having been sent abroad at the age of eight to marry the German Emperor Heinrich V. Widowed at twenty-six, she’d then been married to Geoffrey, the young Count of Anjou, with whom she had three sons—the great-grandsons of William the Conqueror.
Henry’s wishes regarding the succession are evidenced by the fact that he made his nobles swear two separate oaths of allegiance to Matilda.
When he died, however, his nephew Stephen travelled immediately to England to have himself crowned King in her place. Unable to leave Anjou due to her third pregnancy, and lacking the support of the nobility, many of whom doubted a woman’s ability to rule, Matilda had to wait another four years before pursuing her claim.
By the time she finally arrived in England Stephen’s grip on power was already too strong to be broken. As a result, her influence was mainly confined to the south-west of the country, with her base in Devizes in Wiltshire. Despite several victories—most notably the Battle of Lincoln—she was unable to gain a definitive upper hand and the power struggle descended into a lengthy and lawless war of attrition.
By 1147, when this story is set, the majority of the fighting was over. Stephen remained the stronger power in England, but had lost the entirety of Normandy to Matilda’s husband. As a result, barons with lands on both sides of the Channel were forced to make peace treaties with both claimants. Most, however, were weary of fighting and simply wanted an end to the war.
In 1153, the ageing Stephen finally agreed to a treaty ceding the throne to Matilda’s eldest son—later Henry II—after his death.
Ultimately Matilda lost the battle but won the war, founding the Plantagenet dynasty that was to rule England for the next three hundred years.
Chapter One (#u9af1b6f0-fc5b-5443-a0c7-0ebe8f794752)
Herefordshire—October 1147
One arrow.
Lothar narrowed his eyes, estimating the distance between him and the woman on the castle ramparts. The wind was in his favour and she was facing in the other direction, wouldn’t hear the rush of the arrow until it was too late. It was an easy shot, an easy target. One arrow to end a four-month-long siege.
If he gave the order.
‘That’s her!’ His companion’s voice was sharp-edged with malice. ‘Lady Juliana. She’s the one holding the castle.’
‘So I assumed.’
‘Then what are you waiting for? Shoot her!’
Lothar turned slowly, fixing the other man with a cool, charcoal-grey stare. He was known for such looks, had forged a steely reputation based on his inscrutable, hard-boiled exterior. The Angoulême soldiers he commanded called him guerrier de fer, ‘iron warrior’, joking that his skin was so thick that he didn’t need armour, that his heart—if he even had one—was buried too deep for any weapon to find it. Most days he didn’t care. His reputation was useful. It kept him safe, made other men reluctant to challenge him. It was the reason Empress Matilda trusted him, why she sent him to clear up the messes caused by other men’s incompetence. But today...
His gaze drifted inexorably back towards the woman on the ramparts, her long, crimson-red hair streaming in the wind like a rippling banner. Today, his companion’s assumption of cold-hearted callousness disturbed him. If he were even half as ruthless as his enemies and most of his friends gave him credit for, he would have given the order already, but he wasn’t so cold-blooded, wasn’t about to shoot an unarmed woman in the back.
On the other hand, it had been two days since he’d had a decent night’s sleep, riding at full pelt from the Empress’s base at Devizes, and he was about ready to shoot someone himself. If Sir Guian de Ravenell didn’t shut up, it would be him.
‘Bring her down!’ The Baron’s impatience was bordering on hysteria. ‘Do it!’
Lothar arched an eyebrow, vaguely surprised that the woman had managed to survive this long with such a voracious wolf at her gates. But then, even a coward like de Ravenell knew that the Empress wouldn’t condone such dishonourable behaviour—which doubtless explained why he was trying to make him give the order.
He rubbed a hand over his face in disgust, over the livid white scar that ran in a diagonal line from the middle of his forehead, half-hidden by a shock of black hair, through his left eyebrow and down to the corner of his jaw. It always throbbed when the weather turned damp and the autumn mizzle was making the whole side of his face ache.
‘You could end the siege right now.’ De Ravenell tried a different tack, trying to sound reasonable. ‘The garrison inside will surrender without her. Her father was loyal to the Empress, but after he died she surrendered and declared for the usurper.’
He felt a momentary disquiet. After a three-month long siege, William Danville had finally chosen to ride out and confront the usurper King Stephen in battle, but his valiant attempt had ended in disaster. His daughter’s subsequent surrender was understandable, though her oath of allegiance to the man whose forces had just killed her father was...surprising.
‘She swore an oath to Stephen straight after the battle?’
‘Before her father was even cold. The girl’s a traitor!’
‘Girl?’ He didn’t bother to hide his scepticism. ‘If she’s held the castle against you for four months then she’s hardly that.’
And as for traitor...
He kept the thought to himself. Between King Stephen and Empress Matilda, two contenders with equally convincing claims to the English throne, it was increasingly difficult to distinguish who was a traitor and who not. Even the Barons seemed to have trouble deciding, given the number whose loyalties seemed to ebb and flow with each passing month. Personally, he had little interest in politics, had his own reasons for serving the Empress, none of which had anything to do with her right to wear the crown. At least Lady Juliana appeared to have a mind of her own. However surprising her decision, she’d chosen her side and stuck to it.
Unfortunately for her, it was the wrong one.
‘Have you tried bargaining with her?’
‘Of course.’ The Baron bristled. ‘I tried negotiating when we first arrived, but she refused my terms.’
