Darcy Branwyn

England 1192

…Alana drew the sword in her hand smoothly, ignoring the extra weight, and pointed it levelly at them. “Defying a direct order are we, boys?”

Justin’s eyes widened impressively, and Thomas took a step back.

“I’d think that you’d know better.”

Justin found his voice first. “I know you can wield that sword, my lady. I’ve seen you do it, but if any harm should befall you we would risk everything, and after ten years of service I’d rather die.”

Good lord, her husband knew how to effect loyalty out of his men. Damn you, John.

She tipped the sword point meaningfully, Justin backing off until she had him against the tent.

“My lady,” Thomas said, but she’d had it. Turning, she ducked, swiping his leg out before he’d seen her coming. Once down she tipped the sword to his chest. Justin tried to reach for her but she was too fast. Drawing her dagger with her other hand, she stopped him in his tracks. He lifted his hands in surrender.

“I won’t ask you again.” She glared them both down. “Dress me in his gear.”

Justin reluctantly nodded…

This is from the same fictional world as Enduringly Yours .