Darcy Branwyn

Worth Fighting For:

England, 1192

…Alana looked to John. “Would you like to?”

Peter almost laughed at the blank look on John’s face. It was cruel, he supposed, but watching his brother come to that reckoning Peter knew he one day would, was gratifying.

Or maybe that was sibling rivalry talking.

“I would be honored to see it, my lady,” John said.

Peter was sure he would.

“How about we all meet up in the lists?” Zipporah looked at Peter. “You and John could use the diversion. And maybe, once you’ve worn John down a bit he and Alana can have a turn.”

Alana suddenly blushed a deep shade of pink. “Well, I wouldn’t want to inconvenience him.”

“It’s no inconvenience,” John said, using a tone of voice Peter had only heard him use with his horse.

Alana brushed her auburn curls back with one hand, still holding John’s sword in the other. “You’re the best in all of England. I don’t know if I could.”

“Well, I don’t know about the best,” John said.

“Yes, he does,” Peter added.

John glared at him.

“But would you be willing to spar with a woman?” she asked.

“I never really thought about it before. It would depend on the woman.”

“Right.” She smiled tightly. “I probably shouldn’t have asked.”

Zipporah bumped Alana with her shoulder. “He means you,” she whispered.

“Oh.”

“I will train you,” John said…

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