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It was necessary for him to be there when the Count arrived, but Guy had not been expecting Marian to actually do what she had been told and dress up for the occasion.
The red suited her colouring and the cut...
...well. The cut was pleasing to the eye. That much he would admit. It was a small victory.
"Marian, who'd have thought?"
The Count on the other hand, when he descended from his carriage, appeared to be the imbecile that the Sheriff had described him. The Sheriff had not mentioned, however, the fawning and toadying he had deigned to lavish on the Bavarian. It would be wise perhaps, for Guy to arrange to be elsewhere so he would not have to endure it or he could feel himself wanting to kill this Count so they could have his money and have done with it.
It was Marian, now that had the Count's attention rather than the Sheriff. Guy pondered the wisdom of having her be a distraction for the Count. He did not like the way he looked at Marian. Or spoke to her. Or touched her.
Still, he would endure that too. For now, he had somewhere else to be.
~*~
The cloak was an irritating necessity, but it gave him the time and ability to ensure no one noted him entering the tavern, or if they did, to remain unrecognised.
The red suited her colouring and the cut...
...well. The cut was pleasing to the eye. That much he would admit. It was a small victory.
"Marian, who'd have thought?"
The Count on the other hand, when he descended from his carriage, appeared to be the imbecile that the Sheriff had described him. The Sheriff had not mentioned, however, the fawning and toadying he had deigned to lavish on the Bavarian. It would be wise perhaps, for Guy to arrange to be elsewhere so he would not have to endure it or he could feel himself wanting to kill this Count so they could have his money and have done with it.
It was Marian, now that had the Count's attention rather than the Sheriff. Guy pondered the wisdom of having her be a distraction for the Count. He did not like the way he looked at Marian. Or spoke to her. Or touched her.
Still, he would endure that too. For now, he had somewhere else to be.
~*~
The cloak was an irritating necessity, but it gave him the time and ability to ensure no one noted him entering the tavern, or if they did, to remain unrecognised.