Chapter Fourteen #3
Kathalin tilted her head back, looking up at him, realizing how very much she had missed the man.
“She is a leper, Gates,” she confessed. “My father keeps her bottled up in that room because he does not want anyone to know. Fear of what it would do to the family name drives him, and fear of the panic it would spread if the people around here knew. My poor mother… she told me so much, Gates, how she never sent missives to me because she did not want me to keep fond memories of home. I think she wanted me to hate her so I would never want to come back because if I did, I might catch her affliction. It was very hard for her to tell me all of this and I do not know if she told my father at all of our conversation, but I get the impression there is not much trust or affection between them. In any case, St. Milburga is the patron saint of lepers. Did you know that? It is as if God has had a hand in me returning home so that I can help my mother. I want to do it, Gates. Will you please help me?”
He lifted her hands, kissing them tenderly. “You know I will,” he said hoarsely. “What would you have me do?”
She smiled up at him, now pressed against his body as he held her hands to his lips.
Her entire body was running wild with warm, fluid feelings, causing her knees to tremble.
The glory of the emotions between them was not something she could ignore; she knew he could not ignore them, either.
There was too much there, something deep, anchored within them no matter how much they tried to ignore it or pretend it did not exist.
“I want to regrow this garden for herbs to help her,” she said softly.
“I want to return to St. Milburga’s but not for the reasons you think; it is not to stay.
It is because I know they have the finest herbs and flowers on the Marches, and I want to bring some of them here, to my garden.
I want you to ask my father if we can return to St. Milburga’s to collect such things. ”
He smiled faintly. “He will think you are trying to trick me into taking you back there.”
She shook her head, her focus on his full lips, watching them move as he spoke. “Alas, that was true, once, but no longer,” she said. “I can never go back. You are here at Hyssington. Even if… if we cannot be together, as one, if I remain here, I will still be near you. That is all I can ask.”
Gates kissed her forehead as he caressed her hands.
“I have been a fool,” he said, his voice raspy.
“I must ask for your forgiveness. My fears for you… fear that the sins of my past would shame you… I was wrong, Kathi. I have never faced a situation like this before, finding love with a woman, and I was reacting the only way I knew how. To save you from my shame by refusing to marry you but the truth is that I am a weak man. I cannot stomach the thought of you married to someone else, for it would surely be the end of me. The torment would be more than I can bear. When we came home from Shrewsbury and you stood up to Lord Linley, I suppose I knew then that I had not given you enough credit for your bravery. I suppose I did not trust your word. But I will trust you if you will trust me. If you will not run from my past, neither will I.”
It was everything Kathalin had wanted to hear from him and tears of joy popped to her eyes. “I will never run,” she swore softly. “I will never run from you, Gates. I will be as strong and true as the strongest man ever could be. I am yours and only yours, my love, until I die.”
She threw her arms around his neck as Gates swallowed her up in his massive embrace, a searing kiss for the ages sealing the love and desire and trust between them.
In fact, Gates had brought his mouth down on hers so hard that he had driven his teeth into his soft lower lip, and he could taste blood upon their kiss.
Sealed in blood, he thought. My love for this woman is sealed in my blood.
“Are you sure?” he whispered between fevered kisses. “Are you utterly sure, sweetheart?”
Kathalin nodded even as he kissed her cheeks furiously. “Aye,” she said. “So long as we are together, I can face anything, I swear it.”
He believed her. His doubt was gone; his fear in what his past might bring to their marriage. Whatever it was, they could face it. Now, he knew he could face anything. He stopped his frenzied kisses and held her face between his two big hands, looking deeply into her eyes.
“Then I must speak to your father right away,” he said. “Given what he knows about me and my past indiscretions, I am not entirely sure I will be able to coerce a marriage agreement out of him, but I will not give up. I swear, by God, that I will not give up.”
Kathalin touched his cheek with her small, calloused hand. “I know you will not,” she said. “But if he does not give his consent, what will you do?”
Gates kissed her cheek one last time before dropping his hands.
“Then we will flee,” he said simply. “I will marry you at the first church we come to and we will head north to my father at Castle Questing. Although I would hate to break my oath of fealty to de Lara, you are more important than even that. You are the most important thing in the world to me.”
Kathalin was greatly relieved at his words, touched by the sincerity of them. “When will we go?”
He shrugged, hearing the iron gate groan as it was opened and taking a step back from her for propriety’s sake.
“I am not sure,” he said. “Your father has invited all manner of fine houses here in the quest to find you a husband, so I would say we will leave very soon if I cannot convince him. Let me at least talk to him and see what kind of response he has. If it is favorable, well and good, but if it is not….”
Kathalin understood. She glanced over at the garden gate and noticed that Mary had returned. Even so, she couldn’t keep the utter adoration out of her expression as she looked up at Gates.
The man I love.
“I will pray that my father gives his consent,” she said softly. “I should like to remain here, as your wife, and grow my garden and tend to my mother. It would be a wonderful life, Gates, so long as you are with me. But if we must flee to your father… do you think he will let me have a garden?”
Gates laughed, a joyful sound, just as the servant woman came upon them.
After that, their conversation was cut short, but it didn’t matter.
It had been the best conversation of his life, one that gave him more hope and joy than he’d ever known possible.
It almost didn’t matter to him whether or not Jasper agreed to a marriage; either way, he would have Kathalin as his wife and the fulfillment he felt at that thought was something he’d never experienced before.
Gates stepped away from the woman, heading out of the garden and determined to seek out Jasper, but all the while, his mind was rolling with thought.
He’d spent his entire life living dangerously, whether on the battlefield or in a woman’s bed.
He’d found such excitement in both, but as he thought on it now, only his prowess on the battlefield had been the part of his life that had been personally satisfying.
He was confident in his abilities and he felt invincible.
But in his personal life, that was different…
bedding woman after woman, treating them as disposable commodities, as if he were looking for that one woman who wasn’t disposable to him.
That one woman who would fill the big hole he’d been trying to fill for a very long time, the hole that spoke of loneliness and the fear of death.
Aye, death. Gates loved life. He loved the thrill of it, the accomplishment of it.
Death frightened him because he knew he hadn’t done everything on earth that he wanted to do, and that included finding love with a good woman.
It had been a secret dream, one he never fully acknowledged until this moment.
Now, he was living that dream.
The Dark Destroyer had finally found his mate.