presence at court. In that vein, he ordered me to escort you safely to Westminster. You have today to pack. We leave on the morrow.â
Her heart sped up. She waited several beats and forced her voice to remain steady and calm. âIâm sorry, but I must decline.â She licked her suddenly dry lips. âAs I said, Iâm traveling to Lichfield for an audience with Bishop Meyland. âTis imperative I meet with him. I can delay no longer. Prithee, give the king my regrets.â
Rand stared at her lips. Rose reddened. Her hand fluttered over her lips and then dropped limply into her lap.
Rand looked up and cleared his throat. âEdwardâs invitation is not a request, Rose. âTis an order. You shall have to postpone your visit with the bishop.â
âDo you know what Edward wants of me?â
âAlas, I cannot say.â
Rose frowned and studied her friendâs open countenance. Whatever the king wanted, it could not be to her benefit. Since Edward had become king, Llewelyn ap Gruffydd, the prince of Wales, had refused to pay homage to Edward as his overlord. The king was losing patience, and it appeared England was on the verge of war with Llewelyn.
Because Ayleston Castle was in the Marcher lands of Wales near Englandâs border, it would be vulnerable to attacks and raids by Welsh rebels. With Bertram dead, and Jason in his minority, Edward held wardship of Ayleston and could do aught he wanted with the barony.
Now more than ever it was imperative she take her vow of chastity.
âVery well. Iâve already made arrangements to travel to Lichfield. Once I meet with the bishop there, we can continue on to Westminster.â
ââTis out of the question.â His voice was adamant. âThe king has ordered me to escort you directly and forthwith to Westminster. You shall have to delay your audience with the bishop for another time.â
A throbbing pulse jumped at her throat. Oh, this was not good.
Rose raised her chin, bravely holding his intense stare. âMy audience cannot be delayed. Bishop Meyland has agreed to take my vow of chastity. I wish to see it done immediately.â
A flash of surprise brightened Randâs eyes. âA vow of chastity? When did you decide to take such a monumental step?â
She dropped her gaze and rubbed her fingers in her lap. âI have been considering it for some time. I have no wish to be compelled to marry, or be dominated by a man who shall have complete control over my body and my estates. I imagine some ambitious lord may try to claim my wealth for his advancement. I shall never be at the mercy of a man like Bertram again.â
His voice a soft caress, Rand offered, âNot all men are like Bertram, Rose.â
She shook her head. âI cannot take that chance. The king can force me to marry any lord of his choosing. The character of the man shall not matter to him, only what advantage he may gain from the transaction. King Edward will not coerce me to marry once I profess to God my vow of chastity before the bishop. Unless he wishes to risk excommunication.â
âI am afraid you have no choice in the matter. Your vow shall have to be postponed. The king sails for Gascony in a fortnight.â He shoved up from his chair. âOur journey cannot be delayed for any reason. You may bring one servant and one chest of clothing for each of you.â
She scrambled to her feet. âWhat of Jason?â
His brow puckered. âWe shall be traveling swiftly, with brief stops and mostly sleeping in tents out of doors. It would not be conducive to a child. Jason will have to remain at Ayleston.â
He waited patiently for her acquiescence. What choice did she have in the matter? she thought bitterly. Sheâd never defy King Edward and put her sonâs welfare in jeopardy.
âVery well. I have already begun packing. My attendant, Lady Alison, and I shall be ready to depart for