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a wet rag or a statue.
                  She sat there, practically vibrating with rage, as the meal continued around her. When a servant placed a platter of fresh bread in front of her, he dragged it away from her.
                  "Lady Emeline is not hungry this evening."
                  She looked at him in disbelief. She knew he was taunting her deliberately. He smacked his lips. The bread did smell delicious. Perhaps he'd bring some up to his chamber for her.
                  Their chamber.
                  He was already thinking of it that way. He'd order her to share his chamber as well as his bed. Indefinitely. That way she would always be close at hand. He'd wake up to find her warm body in bed with him each morning. And if he woke up before morning… well, she'd have no choice but to appease his lust.
                  "Are you finished staring at your plate Emeline?"
                  She glanced up at him, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. Clearly she thought he was going to dismiss her so she could go up to her room and sulk in private.
                  She was wrong.
                  "Yes."
                  He realized she had yet to call him 'my lord.' In fact, she hadn't called him anything at all since that first moment when she'd called him 'Rowan.' It annoyed him enough to make him want to make this as humiliating as possible for her.
                  "Good. Then you will go up to my chamber and prepare yourself."
                  She had an alarmed look on her face. He had her attention at last.
                  "Prepare myself for what?"
                  He smiled as if enjoying a private joke. In fact, he was imagining her writhing on the bed beneath him.
                  "I've decided to have you."
                  She was staring at him blankly, not understanding. He realized he would have to spell it out for her.
                  "You will serve as my bedmate for as long as I see fit. You will sleep in my chamber until my bride arrives. After that we will put you someplace more discrete."
                  He watched her face as his announcement sunk in. He could tell the exact moment when she realized exactly what he was saying. She looked horrified, hurt and… betrayed. Deeply and irrevocably betrayed. He almost wished he could snatch his words back out of the air, to tell her in private. Woo her with soft words and kisses… But this was more practical, expedient. Why waste time he could spend enjoying her? He felt his body tighten in anticipation.
                  She lowered her head as the entire room seemed to hold it's breath.
                  "Lady Emeline."
                  She closed her eyes but didn't move.
                  "Go upstairs, undress and get in my bed. Now."
                  Very slowly she turned and rose from the bench. She was moving as if she was made of glass. As if she was afraid she might break into a thousand pieces. She took a few steps toward the wall and put her hand against it for support. Then she straightened up and walked out of the Great Hall.
                  "What in God's name did she do to deserve that?"
                  He turned to see Wyeth staring at him in disgust. Kenneth was staring down at the table as if he couldn't bear to look at him. Rowan frowned.
                  "You know nothing of what you speak of."
                  "I know that you've shamed that beautiful girl in front of all these people."
                  "That beautiful girl is a spoiled little bitch. She's spent most of her life spitting on people like us."
                  That wasn't true. He was twisting things around to suit himself but he didn't particularly care. All