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Lord of Misrule
Lord of Misrule
Lord of Misrule
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Lord of Misrule

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The Yule festival of Twelfth Night is a time when servants are the masters and vice versa, and tension and humor fill the air. Dan and his partner, Taj, have busy lives even without their duties as members of the Society for Creative Anachronism. When Taj is selected to coordinate the holiday activities and assigned the title Lord of Misrule, it encroaches on their time as a couple—until they negotiate their way to a happy holiday.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateDec 1, 2012
ISBN9781623802011
Lord of Misrule

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    Taj and Dan are medieval reenactors and Dan has started to worried that the play acting is effecting their relationship so he comes up with the perfect gift but it all comes together in a very special and wonderful way.

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Lord of Misrule - Alix Bekins

Lord of Misrule

THE crowd surrounding the battlefield broke into applause as Edric Bearsbane defeated his opponent with a crashing blow. Konrad the Bohemian fell and the marshal raised his stave into the air, signaling the end of the bout as the herald announced the winner. Edric pulled off his helmet, ran a hand through his sweat-drenched hair, and waved a triumphant arm at Keegan Arey, who was standing at the sidelines. Edric’s face split into a triumphant grin, and Keegan grinned back as Edric strode toward the royal pavilion.

Your Excellency, the champion, announced the herald.

Edric knelt and bowed his head. He was glad of the shade, a welcome respite from the heat of sun and battle, and the green scent of the oak trees surrounding the glade was invigorating.

Duchess Alicia di Fiorenza smiled as she rose and took the wreath from the lady-in-waiting at her side. For your prowess on the field of battle and for your service to the crown these many years, I hereby award you, Edric Bearsbane, the duties of Lady’s Champion until next autumn’s tournament. Well done. She settled the circlet of flowers on Edric’s head and offered him her hand to kiss as the crowd cheered again.

I accept with gratitude and vow to uphold my duties and your honor, and the honor of any persons you choose me to represent on the field, he replied.

She nodded, and her attention shifted from him back to the field. He could hear the next pair of combatants entering the ring, preparing for battle, and the crowd’s attention turned to them instead. Edric rose slowly, assisted by one of the marshals, while the herald announced the new fighters, and he paused to watch as they saluted first their patrons and then each other. He leaned more of his weight than he liked on the aide’s shoulder, wincing but trying not to show that he was favoring his left leg as they headed to the red-bannered chirurgeon’s tent. His desire to haul his heavy armor over his head and plunge his face into a bucket of water eclipsed the feeling of triumph from a moment ago. After that, he would see what the physician had to say about his knee.

Keegan was waiting outside the tent, his brow furrowed as he took in the pained lines of Edric’s face and the stiffness of his gait. Thank you, Marshal, I will assist him from here, he said, wrapping a strong arm around Edric’s waist and helping him inside to a bench.

Where’s my kiss? demanded Edric, twisting sideways to claim his prize before it could be given freely.

Keegan submitted for a moment and then pushed him away. What did you do to your knee, you enormous oaf? Did you leave your brace at home again?

Edric shrugged. I remembered it about halfway here, but it was too late to go back and get it. I’m sure it’s fine, I have my kneepads. If you’ll help me get my gear off, you can see for yourself.

And I’m sure you have no other reason for me to get you undressed, Keegan said with a snort but obligingly began pulling off Edric’s boots, unbuckling his armor, and unlacing his thickly padded gambeson, until the big man was left in

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