Possessed by the Knight

By

Sadie Dane

Copyright 2015 Blushing Books and Sadie Dane

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Dane, Sadie

Possessed by the Knight

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Table of Contents:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

About the Author

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Chapter 1

Kalista slipped from her room into the quiet corridor. The early morning air, still crisp and sharp forced a shiver from her even as sun flooded through the castle windows. In moments her servant, Francine would be skipping to her room to help her prepare for the day. Kalista still wasn’t used to being waited on rather than being the one doing the waiting. There was definitely something to be said for being pampered, but it still made her uncomfortable.

She tiptoed through Harrington Castle, as different to Covard Castle as was possible, and her new home. Where Covard had been narrow and dingy, every corner of Harrington was open and bright. Even Ceravique, as pristine as it had seemed, surrounded by fields and meadows, had not been as beautiful.

Miss, my Lady Kalista, her servant rushed towards her out of breath and bright red.

Hello, Francine, Kalista said, somewhat sullenly.

Francine twittered like a bird on a branch. You were not there, are you… oh but yes, you are dressed. Your hair though, I could….

Kalista slowed so that Francine could catch her breath. I think this will do for today.

My Lady, you are correct of course, but, the tournament. The opening ceremony is tonight. Wouldn’t you want something fancier to gain more requests for your favor?

The only favor she gave two shakes about would be from a knight that wasn’t participating. Honestly, Kalista had forgotten about the tournament that King Braden had announced shortly after his wedding to her dearest friend and now Queen of Harrington, Georgianna. Her first request as queen had been to grant Kalista the title of noble. Just like that, Kalista had gone from the rags of a lady’s maid and servant to the luxurious satin dress she wore now.

There’s plenty of time, Francine. Why don’t you spend the day planning in my room?

Francine’s tiny, birdlike face lit up. I will, my Lady. You’ll be the finest one there, except of course, the queen. Francine blushed and dropped her head. Kalista hated the way the girl almost flinched from her as if afraid of punishment.

She set her hand softly on the girl’s arm. I have every faith in you.

Kalista could be wearing the finest dress in the kingdom, weave bright flowers in her hair and she still knew he wouldn’t even look at her. He hadn’t since their arrival to Harrington. As frightening as their escape from Covard had been, Kalista would gladly go back to that time if it meant having her knight look at her again.

She stopped at a door, raised her fist, and was in the act of knocking when the door suddenly opened.

Kalista felt the air rush out of her body as she stood face to face with the cause of her anxiety.

Lady Kalista, good morning. Caldwell recovered first, his tone polite and his expression as impassive as ever. He swayed back as his dark eyes flitted from side to side down the corridor. He stood in front of the king, his customary position as a lethal wall of protection. He towered over her, not just with height, but also with muscle. Cunning, dark brown eyes peered at her through chin length black hair. Kalista knew well enough how deadly he could be when the situation called. She also knew how gentle he could be. Not that he’d shown that side of himself since their arrival.

I apologize. Kalista found her voice and bowed to the king. She pretended that her eyes had slid right past Caldwell, though she noticed how he stood back, trying to put as much room between them as was possible. I was on my way and wondered if Queen Georgianna would like to—

Come in, Kalista, Georgianna called out from inside the room. They were just leaving and I am nearly ready.

Kalista dropped her head and moved to the side. Caldwell passed, oblivious to the way her heart beat like it would burst out of her chest, the way her skin sung at the memory of his nearness. She wished she could lean forward and take his hand easily in hers as he had done as they slept amongst the trees of Covard Forest.

Nothing yet? Georgianna whispered gently in her ear once the men had disappeared down the corridor.

Kalista let her queen take her hand. Not a word.

Georgianna grasped her in a delicate hug. For a man who is said to see everything, he is blind if he does not see what he’s missing out on.

She wanted to lean into the hug, take every ounce of sympathy as was possible from her dearest friend, but sympathy wouldn’t change her plight. Enough of my issues how is your father? Your brother?

Georgianna’s beautiful face brightened. Ever since the roads between Ceravique and Harrington have been laid down they’ve been doing exceptionally well. My brother wishes for us to make a royal visit soon, once the perimeters have been reinforced.

Is there a cause to ensure the perimeters are secure?

Georgianna shook her head and frowned. Her loose brown curls fell over her shoulders. Not that my brother will tell me. He’s quiet with his affairs, wishing to only inform me of the good that happens. Georgianna launched into a full report on the improvements happening in Ceravique. She was slightly worried for her father’s health, but Kalista assumed part of that concern stemmed from the recent death of Braden’s father.

Even after they kneeled for prayers, Georgianna whispered progress reports out of the corner of her mouth. She was as proud as any of the recent developments in Ceravique. Understandable, since Georgianna had loved her old kingdom so much she’d agreed to a loveless marriage with the Prince of Covard just to ensure Ceravique’s safety. Luckily for her, Braden had stormed into her life and claimed her as his.

Kalista felt a pang of longing. Would she ever feel the contentment that shone so brightly on her friend’s face? She looked back to the line of servants waiting with bowed heads and blushed. She was already blessed. The fine clothing that she now wore was a testament to that.

Kalista knew with irrevocable certainty though, she’d give it all up, if it meant she could feel Caldwell’s skin against hers.

* * * * *

Kalista sat patiently as Francine fussed over her hair. She combed it until Kalista feared there wouldn’t be any strands left. After, she braided it in a complicated plait that swooped around the crown of her head while allowing most of her hair to fall free over her shoulders. When Kalista finally gazed at her reflection, she had to admit the style was not only pretty but noble and made her look less like the peasant suddenly turned into a lady.

You’ve done a marvelous job, Kalista said.

Francine beamed at the compliment. You’ll make the room pause with your beauty.

Kalista shrugged off Francine’s words. She wasn’t beautiful, never had been. She was a hard worker. Back at Covard Castle, that was all she needed to be. Now, she wasn’t expected to do anything but be a lady, the one thing she found most troublesome.

These thoughts were in the front of her mind when she entered the large hall. With wide, arching windows that let in the cool breeze and waning sunlight, the room was well lit and inviting. Brightly colored flags and tapestries adorned the walls. The long tables were covered in cloths of bright yellow, red, orange, and green.

Normally, she sat at Georgianna’s right hand but the queen had explained that with so many new faces coming in for the tournament, they would be separated for the first