THE JEWEL OF THE KING

INDEX PREFACE 4 FIRST PART 7 1 8 Chapter Chapter 2 14 Chapter 3-23 Chapter 4-30 Chapter 5-37 Chapter 6 46 Chapter 7 55 Chapter 8 61 Chapter 9 66 Chapter 10 75 Chapter 11 79 Chapter 12 86 Chapter 13 94 Chapter 14 104 Chapter 114-15 Chapter 16 122 Chapter 17 131 Chapter 18 139 SECOND PART 145 Chapter 19 146 Chapter 20 153 Chapter 160-21 Chapter 22 168

Chapter 23 175 Chapter 24 182 Chapter 25 189 Chapter 26 196 Chapter 27 205 Chapter 28-211 Chapter 29-216 Chapter 30-228 Chapter 31 235 Chapter 32 242 Chapter 33 248 Chapter 34 256 Chapter 35 263 Chapter 36 270 REVIEW LITERATURE 279

Leonor Plantagenet, Princess of England and Countess of Pembroke, was a young brunette known for its exquisite beauty. When he wore the loose hair, dropping her waist as a glorious black cloud and his silky locks framing a face heart shape. Its large, deep blue eyes had the nuance of the Persian sapphires and it was known to the length and breadth of the country as the jewel of the King. His clothes and precious stones were the envy of all the Court of Windsor, in which lived served by an army of servants and handmaidens. As almost all the girls of seventeen, the idea of loving a man obsessed you. His passion had no limits. I'd love him to eternity. Her cheeks are gently coloring when he recalled the warm and inviting bed, and the naked body of the Marshal of England. A body of soldier, wide shoulders, with his Tan chest covered with muscles hard and powerful, enhanced by the light of the fire that was burning in the fireplace. I had the feeling life have hoped to have that man you love, to carry out the ritual of the hymen that would teach him the secrets of her own sensuality and become it a woman. But something had gone horribly wrong! Guillermo Marshal, Earl of Pembroke, it was dead and was blamed to Leonor. The diagnosis of doctors was unanimous. The heart of William had burst in trying to satisfy the insatiable appetites of his young wife. The scandal had been appalling. Rumors flew fast and frantically. It was the talk of the Court, of the city, around the country. It was really exciting to imagine the wildness of the Princess to have gotten that her husband, virile Marshal of England, died of exhaustion.

Leonor recalled again and again his guilty secret. He remembered the growing tension that had experienced when he had removed the Nightgown and she had fallen prey to the vertigo of expectation. The fingers and the language of the man made her scream with pleasure when they stroked her nipples. And when your fingertips spread the thin folds of the center of her femininity, in search of the interior jewel, had the temptation to explore masculinity with hand and savour it with the mouth. When he knelt over her to fill it with its dark and solid member, he feared dying of excitement. But it was he who was killed. Leonor did immediately vow of chastity and widow's perpetual, but had failed to atone for his guilt, or he had released from suffering his broken heart. In court, they saw it only from time to time. She walked retracted, without speaking with anyone except with their personal servants. It was as if the death of the husband had plunged her into a trance, trance which seemed that it was never going to leave. Leonor took his Codex and stepped languidly toward her private and walled garden. He opened the door, the only one that had, and kept the key of iron in your pocket, with the confidence that gives the conviction that no one could enter there. I'll never have this knot in the throat - he thought with fatigue -. Do I'm going to spend the rest of my life crying? - he sighed and said with infinite patience-: only a year has passed. Perhaps within two or three will dry the tears." The mother superior of the convent had been pressing her to make a decision, but Eleanor in no hurry, I have a whole life ahead. Not I decide anything abruptly to have to repent then, it said. Absent air, touched the hair that the nuns had taught him to make two braids of three knots each. The knots of the left were Trinity: God the father, God the son, and God the Holy Spirit. Those on the right were the vows of chastity, obedience and poverty. I have no problem with the first vote - he said-, and my obedience improves with practice, but I'm not sure to be able to live with the vow of poverty. Although I try to suppress the love for luxury, it is unbearable. I love the beautiful gowns and jewels. To be honest, I've not changed not shred. On the inside I'm still wild, passionate and stubborn creature that was when he was five years old. Only I have learned to keep inside me this character and to show the world a facade, a gentle bearing and a gentle serenity. William had donated land and money to the convent of the order of Saint Bridget, near Windsor, and she knew that I should spend the night in one of the cells to see if it could really renounce their freedom before taking habits. She was almost convinced to do so, because what needed freedom? In the afternoon he tried to gather forces to attend to complete, the seventh and last service of the day. If taking habits, how is them would arrange to support seven services every day?, wondered for the umpteenth time as he looked to the convent, and got the same response as always: blame! The mother superior ensured that he would atone for their guilt, it would cleanse it forever, and Leonor knew perfectly that she could live long time overwhelmed by that feeling. He arose and took the dagger with embedded jewels from the bedside table. With absent expression looked through the high Windows of the Tower of King George. He stroked the finger the sharp blade of the knife. "Do it now, do it already, insisted a voice. If I knew that you reunite with William that same night, I would without hesitation. Another voice whispered: he has fled from you... never wanted you to really... leave him alone ".

-Lie! Lie! - shouted in a loud voice. Then he said to himself: I don't want to live this way. He recalled that suicide bombers were condemned to hell for all eternity. What sense did have to change a hell on the other?, he thought. What sense did nothing? He was shuffling up to the Chapel, where he spent an entire hour asking Sorry for having hosted such gloomy thoughts, and then laboriously walked up to the bed. At dawn, when the light came into his bedroom, he turned his head toward the wall and covered with blankets. He would flee from reality with a happy dream. Submerged in a dream where he was going to hunt with Falcons in the company of William. Always they rode together. The fresh air was so invigorating that he knew as well as wine. He stood in the Stirrups to take a look at its Merlin and suddenly awoke with a start. The dream was so real, so tangible, floating in the air surrounding the bed. What was you going on? He had not practiced any exercise for more than one year. It was not surprising that she felt depressed, regardless of whether he lived or died. Had not hunted down with the small Merlin from his beloved Wales from for a long time, years perhaps. It most likely was that the small bird of prey had forgotten it. You would need a dress to fit. She hesitated while remembered costume color jade that was not put for more than one year. I hated the colors of mourning that had taken so long ago. It would do so, he decided. He would look fitted dress and would go to the stables. In departing the blankets of bed eagerly, he had the intense feeling of being reliving something already experienced. His spirit opened wings and back flying through the years up to the day of their wedding, when everything had started. I remembered to detail every minute of that miserable day that had completely changed his life...

FIRST PART

Chapter 1. The Princess Leonor Catalina Plantagenet opened his eyes to hear the chirping of the birds that greeted the dawn. His heart exploded of happiness to remember that the day had finally arrived. He drew back blankets with impatience and ran barefoot to the mirror-polished silver. It differed not in none of the previous day. His black hair was a mass revolt, the natural clarity of his skin was dark by excess of Sun and his mouth still the stubborn line that revealed clearly that it always imposed their will in life. Always it would impose it, he thought. Impose the own will was what made life sweet. Some things were not as easily as others, except that mediate an unwavering determination, and although you will need to turn into a hell of another life, always got what he wanted.

He had mastered his brothers since he was five years old and was the terror of the nursery. All were older than her, one was the King of England by more signs, but she knew to impose its will on everyone, each playing clean, others playing not so clean. -Curved the corners of your mouth to remember the day that sealed their fate. His brothers Enrique and Ricardo, then fourteen and twelve years respectively, put a ferret in a bag and went to hunt rabbits. -Wait me!-shouted her voice imperious, tussling for shoes on the still damp feet have been splashing in the pond. -You do not come, Gusana!-King Henry shouted. -Do not call me, evil born!-she screamed with rage. -I would say to the nurse that you say swear words - said Isabel, had six years. Eleanor looked at her sister with contempt. -You know that I say curse words... and you you still over meas. Juana said with the noble wisdom of his ten years: -No to leave the garden. If you go with the guys, I'll tell him. Leonor took the bag containing the ferret, he threw it to Juana and pursing the face into a frightful Gargoyle, said threatening voice: -If you have it, you'll find a ferret in your bed one dark night. Juana gave a cry and grabbed the hand of the little Isabel. -It is bad, let's go. Ricardo, Duke of Cornwall, it seized Leonor by ear, and took from him the sack. -Go to play with the girls, Gusana, because you're not going to come with us. Leonor was fists on hips with decision, ahead of the Chin with belligerent air. -If I do not let go with you, I'll tell you persecute to maids and do them tickling with your whiskers projects. -Banner with worm face - said the young Henry. Ricardo, though younger than the King, was stronger and more dominant. She threw her head back and began to laugh. -Less than an Ant bulk and already governs the House one way or another. See, Gusana, I bet you have no stomach for this sport. The truth was that he didn't. She was horrified that his brothers got the elusive creature in a burrow and they waited with a sack at the other end to leave the frightened bug.

Sympathized with the rabbits and the heart was you shredded when thinking about those creatures of his brown skin, dead of fear. Siblings laughed at her tears and she wiped them are filthy fingers, leaving streams of dirt in the face. He was wrong and ran towards to Palace so they wouldn't be putting in evidence. But they it followed between laughter, mocking her and mocking her because it had allowed them to see his weakness. Enrique had golden hair, like his grandfather, the great King Enrique II, and the head of Ricardo was reddish as the uncle that bore that name, Richard the Lionheart. Leonor, the small-family, was the only one who had inherited the hair moreno's parents, the hated Kings John and Isabel de Angulema. His brothers mocked without pity of that hair color. -Have you ever noticed how much that girl looks like a cockroach?-said Ricardo. -The last of the litter is always an alfeique, but she is so small that I suspect it is a dwarf Enrique said laughing. Leonor had never felt so unhappy. I was disgusted, sweaty and tired, and a pain gripped him heel. It stopped running, the shoe removed and saw a blister Al rojo vivo. -Damn it! - murmured, pulling the shoe in some bushes. His brothers reached it when appeared the Palace before his sight. -Someone has just arrived - Ricardo said. -It's the Marshal!-said Henry joy, recognizing the shield with the Red rampant lion on white field. The misfortunes of Leonor were dissolved like snow in summer. Saved by the Marshal. Oh, how much loved it! The King and the Duke of Cornwall greeted Guillermo Marshal, who was one of his tutors, ten minutes before Leonor came before his glorious presence with the help of his fragile legs. He pulled his tunic. -Mr conde, Mr conde! Marshal leaned, lifted it in the air and sat in the shade on a patio stone bench. The small face was smiling under the layer of dirt. -Sky mine, have been crying! Tell William what is going wrong. Enrique and Ricardo changed looks of impatience. They wanted the attentions of Guillermo Marshal only for them. It was her father figure, his mentor and his hero, all at the same time. -I am so ugly as a cockroach - whispered to Eleanor. Observation momentarily surprised William, which put his hand into a Pocket looking for some candy, while trying to find suitable words to comfort the girl. Leonor's gaze turned to see candy mouse and sucked it with joy while it lay in the arm of the man to hear his reassuring voice.

-Once upon a time a very handsome King and a very beautiful Queen who had a lot of blond children. With time came the last creature and, as often happens in these cases, it was the best. When the King saw how beautiful that was the little girl, has been very pleased. Her curls were black and silky and his eyes were deep blue sapphires. The King told the Queen: "It is my most precious jewel" and since then the girl was known as the jewel of the King. -Me! - said Eleanor, he had been hearing that expression throughout his life. It looked at Enrique and said solemnly-: and I will marry the Marshal and we will live happy forever never. The mind of Leonor returned to the present and stared at his face in the mirror. Despite the tousled hair and sunburned skin, it was beautiful. They had to pass four years so that their heart's desire be fulfilled. Four years to handle his brother King Henry to convince to Guillermo Marshal that both it. An old superstition came to head: Care with what they want, not going to turn into reality. He laughed at his own stupidity. Guillermo Marshal he loved with all your heart, all your soul and all your mind. From that day it would be theirs forever. Opened the door of his quarters of blow and she entered a crowd of maidens with the Mission of preparing everything for the wedding. The Princess Leonor Catalina Plantagenet was nine years old. *** The eyes of Guillermo Marshal did not let transparent nothing of what she really felt on your wedding day. I thought that your doublet of black velvet, decorated by back and forward with the Red lions was ridiculous and ostentatious. Their tastes were those of private, though he knew what richer England expected the head of the family. There had been in it sufficient marshals of the Kingdom so that the name of this Office in English, marshal, passed into surname. All the Marshal who had gathered for the wedding had done at the same time good weddings. William brothers had related the most noble families and her sisters had married the Earls of Gloucester, Derby and Norfolk. He sighed. It was supposed that this was coming, that the head of the Marshal to marry a member of the Royal family. However, when Enrique had offered him the Princess Leonor, had regressed scared. It was the excuse that I was a child and it would still take too many years to become a made woman and right, but I certainly hated it to the girl's mother and feared that the Princess will be a beautiful and promiscuous double of her mother. Poor little devil, He thought with sadness. Idea so dreadful, that girl out in the image and likeness of the parents. King John was the worst King that had England and all had hated it. It was a shameful and corrupt ruler, and everyone breathed relieved when he died. Queen Elizabeth was already a lustful creature at the tender age of fourteen years. When his conjugal duties took her to the bedroom of the King, her sensuality had molested the monarch. It was a bad mother. Before the corpse of Juan had cooled in his grave and Leonor fulfilled one year, he left them all to marry her former lover, Hugo de Lusignan, and until the small fulfilled four, Isabel, as a bitch in heat, had conceived a bait of three boys, William, Guy and Aymer de Lusignan. Guillermo Marshal prayed to heaven that the contaminated blood of Isabel had not passed to their descendants. They could become a gang of wolves when realize the destructive force that the Royal blood could confer.

He wielded two brushes of silver and passed them through the thick brown hair, noticing for the first time that he began to have rods. He had felt relieved when Enrique advisers rejected the idea of the wedding. As the Princess Elizabeth had married the Emperor of Germany and the Princess Juana had become Queen to marry the King Alejandro de Escocia, they also wanted a real marriage to Leonor. King Henry was furious of the Board of Trustees. He was always in bad relations with them, irritated by the fact of being a boy King, but a few weeks before age eighteen and be major, returned to raise with them the subject, informing them that he wished to deliver the jewel of the King, Leonor, its estimated Marshal of England. He told them bluntly that, if they had objections, they would be removed as soon as the eighteen years he fulfilled. Enrique was very pleased of himself that day. The marriage contract had been negotiated and signed, and that Eleanor was going to receive from Guillermo Marshal was more than generous, the fifth part of all what possessed in England, Wales and Ireland. Always Guillermo Marshal liked to Henry, but his vast fortune he liked even more. The brother of Enrique, Ricardo, opened without hesitation the apartments private King door. He entered followed by half a dozen servants. Ricardo had already old enough to own an own residence and had just returned from his Duchy of Cornwall. The King left in the background in every way. It was not only more attractive, higher and stronger, but it was multiplying his wealth thanks to the Tin of Cornish mines. Ricardo Enrique gave an affectionate punch on the shoulder and said: -Go, the little Ant going to get again with it in today. Henry, who had an eyelid half dropped, dropped it at all for winking. -Do not you believe that he would be so stupid as to let escape a fortune as the Marshal. Ricardo smiled leaning to caress Golden cloth gown of the King. -Is he who pays all this waste of pomp and ceremonies? Not - said Henry laughing, you actually pay. I'm going to allow you to make me a loan, now that you're filthy rich. -Thank you, man!-Ricardo, which was not exactly generous by nature, began to laugh. Henry sighed. -Damn it, Ricardo, I don't know what to do. You know I have a urinal for pee. It is so unfair that children pay for the sins of the fathers... Our father was a scoundrel, Ricardo, told England vassal of Rome before he died, which means that we have to pay an annual tribute of thousand mark, seven hundred for England and three hundred by Ireland. This tribute is not paid since nine years cursed because when I came to the throne he had neither a sad coin. What a shame that the waves will be the jewels of the Crown and not our father when trucks loaded with treasures fell into the Gulf from Wash. Ricardo served is beer, but Enrique clicked the fingers one of the servants, who immediately helped him better wine imported from Gascony. -You have already paid the dowry of Isabel?-asked Ricardo.

-Are you kidding? How am I going to send money to Germany? I do not have a coin-filled urinal, you Yes. -That's because I'm not a spending like you. Look at this wedding, for example. It could have been something simple. After all, Leonor will not be a real woman until within a few years. After the religious ceremony, you could submit to the little shameless and William nursery home with her lover. Instead, you prefer to organize a show that costs thousands of coins. Enrique billowing eyes and said in a voice: -I was crowned King with a single DIAdem of gold our mother and immediately after I sat in a hard beef bones. Loyal English nobles had invited the French to overthrow my father. The French were owners of all the castles from Winchester to Lincoln and could count on the fingers of one hand the men who were loyal to me for me. -Stretched thumb-. William Marshal. -Stretched another finger-. Hubert de Burgh. -Other - stretched. Ranulf de Blundeville, Earl of Chester. -Another finger-. Peter des Roches, Bishop of Winchester. -Stretched fifth-. Falkes de Breaute, mercenary. Ricardo already had heard before all that and knew that Henry was obsessed. -Five years to cost these loyal men liberate England from the French. Marshal, De Burgh and Chester paid operations with their own money, because I didn't have a single gold coin. I swore when I got to the age of majority he would compensate them. I am the King of England, curse! If I celebrate a feast, it has to be a great feast where the greatest realm of men carry the finest clothes and most dazzling jewels. Ricardo spent her arm by the shoulders, affectionately. -Then you have to do what makes every intelligent man, marry a wealthy heiress. It imitates the example of Hubert de Burgh, as I think do me. Look at all the riches and lands which got thanks to alerts, and while the poor you they were taking measures to make the shroud, now was he flirting with the young Princess Margarita of Scotland, which had left in their care. And to be sure that it was his own, he was fucking it until she left her pregnant. -Which touched me real noses! I was insisting so give me your sister, the Princess Marion, until my advice was against claiming that Hubert de Burgh would be my brother-in-law. They are resentful because it was when I was underage and I decided to make him Earl of Kent. The people well drop you Hubert and myself also. - And Hubert, said Ricardo laughing. When she saw painted the collapsed factions of Henry anguish, he returned to laugh-. It is a joke, brother. You know how much I owe to Hubert. Put me under its umbrella and made me a soldier. Thanks to Guillermo Marshal and he, you and I could release us from ecclesiastical threads that moved the Bishop of Winchester. -Peter des Roches was a wonderful tutor - said Enrique. One of the men is further illustrated this century and any other. Ricardo issued a vulgar noise. -Well, the truth is that you won ascendancy over you as he placed his kindred in all the important posts of the House.

- But it has no control. Hubert and the Bishop are bickering. I think that the most successful policy is to divide my ambitious Ministers. And if they continue to believe that they may have me subject when you reach the age of majority, we expect a rude awakening. -You rush the glass of wine-. The only thing I need now is money. As soon as the negotiations are closed with the count of Brittany by his charming Austrian Princess, I'll be swimming in gold. Ricardo, tightening the tongue on the inside of the cheek, said: -Not when you get the letter I have written to him saying you're squint and impotent. Enrique ran behind Ricardo and his servants ran after him with the magnificent Crown that had designed for himself.

Chapter 2. When the Princess Leonor advanced toward the altar of the chapel of Westminster, I was almost dizzy happiness. He wore a dress of white velvet, with elegant fringed ermine tail; about the cloud of black hair a small white Bible wore a tiara and flowers in his hand. Arriving at the height of the Marshal, this looked at her with a serious smile. Leonor's dark blue eyes shone like sapphires when they stood up to look at him with adoration. He was the man more handsome, brave and strong realm. When he smiled, his eyes are pursed juvenilmente, doing the heart of it to jump you in the chest. Leonor opened her mouth to whisper his name, but he wrinkled his forehead as a sign of warning, to remind you that you kept silence till the moment to pronounce the oath. Leonor obediently stood on his knees, bowing his head as Bishop, standing before them, recited a prayer in latin. He was unable to have his eyes closed more than ten seconds followed, so he raised his eyelids and saw a black spider running around the white Bible. He stared at Bewitched the bug as this walked delicately with their eight legs; When it came to female thumb, gave it a Peck. Without hesitation, Eleanor sent her to the other world in his hand. -Wrong born! The Bishop was left speechless and William quickly opened his eyes to see what was happening. It reacted with firmness and locked the small hand of Leonor in his. It was cold and his long black fingers wrapped it to dominate her, to comfort her, to give heat. Then everything went as a silk. Small gave the answers of rigor with solemnity, with all my heart. William slipped the heavy gold ring on the finger of Leonor and her closed fist firmly to prevent it to fall. When the loquacious Bishop finally declared them husband and wife, she told rapt William: -I am the Countess of Pembroke. He smiled and whispered:

-Never seen anyone lose range so gracefully. -To hear the gallantry, the heart of the small almost exploded of love. Gifts were prepared in several tables throughout all the Banquet Hall. Members of the large family of Marshal, who had made his fortune intermarrying with the cream of the English nobility, made common fund and gave them a magnificent silver tableware with the initial M recorded in all parts; the finest Venetian glass; a hundred forks made of pure gold and another hundred of Irish linens, with the exquisitely embroidered monogram. As William was Ireland Chief Justice and owned all Leinster, had crossed the sea of Ireland a present of twenty-five thoroughbred horses and twenty-five Mares of identical condition. The Earl of Chester had given them ten Oriental silk carpets, acquired in the last crusade in which they had participated. Not to be outdone, Hubert de Burgh, Justice greater than England, it had furnished a luxurious barge, painted with the colors of the Marshal, which was anchored in the Thames, a few hundred yards there. The nobles, too, had been generous. It can be that they do not simpatizaran with the young King, but his respect for the Marshal of England ran deep. The count and the Countess of Pembroke sat in the upholstered and carved stalls of the choir, to the right of King Henry. The small wedding was the focus of everyone's attention when he took a seat between the two men, who were tall, and thanked with grace all couples who approached. People interested in much more than their expensive gifts and strove to distinguish the Earls of Derby of the Earls of Norfolk. Certainly the Marshal were an attractive family, with those Brown curls and his laughing Brown eyes. Guillermo Marshal marveled inside to see the brash seriousness that the girl gave thanks to your guests. There were still hopes that came to be a refined Lady. He was so afraid that could become like her mother that before agreeing to the marriage had stipulated in the contract should be educated how from then on. It was alarming that so far had raised with the freedom of a wild animal. Above all he had to protect his innocence day and night. It would reside at Windsor Castle, in a wing where would enter only women. It would have its own servants and maidens, and had asked the superior of the order of Saint Bridget give you two nuns so they lived in his house. It would have tutors who educaran his pure mind; you teach to read and write, to speak other languages; He would also learn label, sport and arts female, all that vast farms of Marshal lady you need to know. William doubted that Eleanor was able to support that journey long and tiring, although the banquet had to finish at ten o'clock, by deference to the time in which every girl should go to sleep. However, once they were seated at the table of the banquet, the reserve and restraint of Leonor disappeared, replaced by a display of energy, inquisitive and talkative. Thanks noise disappeared from the mind of Eleanor as though only she and another person in the room, rather, in the whole world. -My Lord count, have you participated in tournaments throughout the world and have never been defeated. Me concederais please let me attend one to see you? William raised eyebrows.

-Light of my eyes, I have been beaten many times. The tournaments are prohibited in England for some time because of the danger they pose. England needed all his men to fight real battles. -Then it is time that we celebrate one. I will chair it. -Without pausing to take a breath, he added-: my Lord count, you are too modest. I know that you are a invincible champion. You know exactly where to put the spear. Do you want to show me the most sensitive part of a man?--and put the small hand on the muscular chest. Is it here?-asked with wide open eyes. William became alarmed on the inside. That topic was not suitable for a girl. It set off the hand with kindness. -Is more sideways. The child hand approached the armpit. -Do here? -Teach it it when we are alone and in private--he murmured. Lit Leonor eyes thinking at that time and he looked at her husband with admiration while swallowing it with the same voracity he. -My Lord count, you have more castles than anyone else in the world. -More than anyone in the world may not, Leonor whispered it. -Well, then more than anyone in England, Ireland and Wales, said the small forward. I want to see them all. I shall bring to Ireland and Wales? William tried to discourage her. -Normally, I'll only those sites when there are problems. I'm going to fight. -Oh, yes!-she said with passion. I shall take to war, my Lord count, so you can see launch you into combat on horseback? Me ye shall teach where exactly clavis the sword to kill a man? William opened his mouth and returned it to close, tussling with alarm that kept growing. -I can not bring you to the small war. I don't want to lie to you. -Do not, my Lord count? Thank you said from the bottom of his heart. Everyone does it, you know? If I promise not to go to war with you, would you opened to teach me to use the sword and how riveting? -Your... guess that Yes - said the feeble voice. -Opened it?-she demanded. Si-said. -My Lord count, have loopholes in your castles in Wales to be able to throw oil boiling your enemies? Is it true that the Welsh are so wild and wicked that they fight naked?

-Those are the Scots - he said loose voice, wondering in which evil mess had gotten. Holy God, was going to require something more than tutors and nuns to civilise Leonor Plantagenet. It is removed in the seat to realize with great anxiety that everything about him was fascinated by the girl. Her big eyes color Sapphire looked with worship as I listened carefully to each of his words. William clarified the throat and took the Cup. That work gave thirst. Leonor stretched hand, grabbed a high jug of wine and a generous ration was served. The wine made a splash of purple velvet and William could not believe his ears. -Damn it! - said Leonor, rubbing the fabric and leaving it much worse than it was. Leonor said William firmly. She looked. -Oh! Forgive me, my Lord count, not had noticed me that had started dancing. Well, that is my favorite, the Volta. I concederis a dance, truth, my Lord count? Please - implored. William was so confused that suddenly he smiled from ear to ear. -Never you deny anything a girl yearning heart. When the assembled looked friendly groom was obliging enough to dance with the bride, the entire room erupted in a warm standing ovation. William took Leonor forth plotting a wide circle, then raised it in the air, above his head, and gave him turns until excitation dizziness to the young. Everyone gathered to her around and all men became tail to dance with the young bride, who rolled arm in arm and was raised by successive couples who strove to outdo the previous. Leonor cried from pure happiness when he returned to play the turn Marshal. William shook head when Ricardo went to his sister. -Enough, you are going to cause a collapse. Ricardo smiled. -Do not know Leonor. It is she who will produce the collapse to you. William took her to her seat and looked at her on face and bright and glowing eyes. Flowers had fallen and his headband was bare, but still was the most beautiful girl he had seen in his life. -Why not we limit ourselves to looking at?-suggested. Agreed she said with satisfaction, I'd rather be sitting here with you to be anywhere else. William saw that it sought again the wine jug. Put the jar under the table until the girl reaches her. -Dancing is an exercise that gives thirst. I'll bring you the Apple of Cornish cider. Or perhaps there is ambrosia, a drink of fruit with honey. I think that you will like you more. -Thank you, my Lord count. I don't have to be a problem for you - she said solemnly.

William launched a sigh. Problem was quite possibly the second name of Leonor Plantagenet. When it was William Henry saw her sitting alone and came up with a woman of indeterminate age. Although it seemed old, had very black hair and the gathered front. -Margot has been reading the actual horoscope. It has predicted that I will be the next to marry me, and with a beautiful Princess of a land full of sunshine. Do you want to read you the future, dear? Leonor mused a moment, by tipping the head. In reality he had not thought about what would happen after the wedding. Married to Guillermo Marshal was an end in itself. The woman's eyes were strange, had subtle mist Opal. When he spoke, his voice sounded deep and authoritative. -Don't you love the light. Love will dominate your life. A delicate madness, will become an obsession. Love will lead you to embrace religious vows; love will force you to choose between them and death in life. Your steps will lead you to the wide abyss. On the other side there is a Lord of war, a Warrior God. It is a giant who stands out among the other men in every way. It will be the hero of England, a God for the people and the nobles. You rechazaris it again and again, but the laugh of your protests. It is confabular with own fate to be your lover. You will always be victorious. It will be your strength and your weakness, your wisdom and your madness, your hero and your God! Your hair will be black as cat Witch and as black Obsidian eyes. The spell of the witch was broken when Leonor broke into a laugh. -Margot, are right in everything but the color of my true love's hair. -Leonor extended his hand toward the man approaching with a silver tankard-. My dear Earl, arrive on time so I predict the future. William frowned brow, wondering would what the wicked seek Enrique filling her head of nonsense. Margot looked to marshal and saw the finger of death that came out of the grave to point out. Strange woman eyes darkened and he walked away toward the nearby table, where a group of ricachonas with fancy dresses be their predictions with the respect they deserved. William filled two glasses of iced juice and provided by his wife nina. He smiled when her younger sister, Isabella, spent dancing ahead of them. -Isabella is the Countess of Gloucester, but where is her husband?-asked Eleanor. -The young Clare is fighting in Ireland. Soon I will have to go to meet with him. Leonor stared William's sister. -It is the most beautiful of the family; which I like most. -Really?-asked William as an idea formed in his mind. What so perfect and wonderful example would be for Eleanor Isabella. Her sisters had been educated very strictly. Although just I was twenty, Isabella was a young midwife which had matured all the virtues: was

sweet, godly, modest, humble, obedient, spiritual. He decided to ask to join the Entourage of Leo

A light sigh escaped the lips of Isabella, that launched audible exclamation when Ricardo, who atenazaba her by the waist, thumbs stroked her breasts. He tried to drive to a secluded corner of the living room. -We must not do this!-protested her panting. -Dear, yes we should - he insisted. Isabella was irresistible to the brother of the King that night. He was too young, but it was showing that it was all a man, he thought to look down and see him thick bulk. He realised that had seen it. -Every inch of my body reacts to your presence - he whispered hotly. A slight moan escaped from the lips of Isabella and he quickly bent over she to catch him with your mouth. Isabella fused with him for a moment, without being able to prevent it. -Highness, you must do this in public - complained, trying to regain a respectable distance. -Then, in private?-he encouraged it.

-It is impossible - she said in a low voice. -Difficult Yes, but not impossible - insisted he, staring into her soft mouth with pink-. I know Westminster as the Palm of my hand - whispered-. Confide in me. I'll find a good bed of love. Isabella envar instantly and went back with a shocked expression. Flirting was provocative, even exciting, but now there was fear on her beautiful face. -Your Highness, I have misunderstood. It's impossible because I'm married... and a lady... not a MOP to satisfy your lust. -Forgive me, Isabella, but I'm not sure how I feel about you is lust. It is that what you're feeling?-asked sharply. -Of course not!-said indignantly. Ricardo stroked her wrist with your finger. -Your delicate pulse quickens, your cheeks have an early flower rosicler... are panting, Isabella. Lowered eyelids, ashamed of his immodesty, and Ricardo led quickly to the incoming of a window, a deep, dark hole. -Ricardo... -Ah, finally pronunciis my name - said Ricardo, again bringing his lips to yours. Isabella let out a soft sob and pushed his broad shoulders. It was a torture to want something and not wanting to it at the same time. The strong hands of Ricardo slipped behind her and pulled her hips to paste the female belly from him. The swollen virile member pressed his soft abdomen and rubbed against her slowly, rhythmically. Isabella dared not touch him groin to keep away your belly, but pushed him in the chest with both hands. Ricardo, with much rubbing, was coming to a

delicious Summit and would have been able to swear, for the way in which female lips, that Isabella was beginning to respond were opened. *** Given the tender age of the bride, there overtones, nor spicy comments, nor stealth, as in many other betrothal winks. Nor gave occasion to the banquet degenerating into a bacchanal of drunks. Picked at nine o'clock, old nurse of Leonor her up to take her to bed. It surprised her that the girl not protested, as I knew from experience that the time to go to sleep could turn into a battle of wills. William took the fingers of his wife to his lips and said solemnly: -Good evening, Countess. She made a beautiful reverence.

-Good evening, my Lord count. -It was almost at the end of the ladder, where other two maidens with candles waiting it to illuminate it, when he said to the nurse-. Do we stay in my room or there is a specially prepared for the newlyweds? The shocked face of the aya expression confused it, but the reprimand caught her unprepared. -More brazen words to a girl! - said the nurse with judgemental voice. The Marshal will spend the night in one of their residences. -Non - shouted Leonor, half turning and throwing to running down the stairs. He saw with his own eyes that the Marshal was preparing to depart. With all his might, he cried: -My Lord husband! Do not fail me! All eyes turned to her at the time that aya held her forcefully. The small teeth of Leonor bit it until it got loose. It fell to hastily steps missing, neatly dodging the arms of Henry and began to make their way toward his goal among the surprised guests. -William! William! The long legs of Henry reached it in three strides and brother fastened it with strong arms. -Stop, Gusana-whispered in his ear. Leonor struggled frantically. -William, if you are going, I'm going with you! William upset the child to organize the scene. Enrique was trusting it to half a dozen maids and it seemed more appropriate to not intervene. Leonor was already screaming inconsistencies. He was on the verge of hysteria as all hands tried to hold it. -William, you prometisteis me - screaming-, you Prometisteis teach me to put it! A scandalized silence hung over the Hall and then a loud laughter was heard. Guillermo Marshal was furious. He crossed the room strides, towards the hectic Leonor and her brother the King of England. -No one has had the decency to explain things to the child?-asked Enrique shrugged his shoulders and old nurse looked at him with expressionless face. William glared them staring and started to Leonor of arms of two maids. I supported it on the floor, put the little hand on his arm and said: -Come on, condesa, you escoltar to your apartments. Tears like diamonds hanging from her dark eyelashes when he looked to William from the edge of the bed. -My life, because of your age you can not come to live with me. Until you may be-explained William with kindness.

-Do you mean a month coming, when you reach ten years?-asked hopeful. -No, no: until may be a made woman and right... until you have at least sixteen. Eleanor looked at him with hurt eyes. -Do not you love me. I don't want - she whispered. -Eleanor, of course you want to. The time will be very quick. You are going to live in Windsor and will have your own bondage. You have to learn many things before becoming a woman. Your days will be full of lessons. You will be surrounded by teachers, tutors and nuns. -As my grandmother Leonor said horrified. Her husband also imprisoned her. My name is a curse! -Leonor... -Do not call me thus!-said stepping back. William bit is the lips to take stock of patience. -Your grandparents, King Henry and Leonor de Aquitania, lived a great love story. I will give instructions to your tutors so I teach history properly. -Got on their knees to implore you-: you are the Countess of Pembroke... my Countess. I want to be the most perfect Countess who's never seen England. I want you to ride riding superbly, that ye may be able to talk in fluent French, entertain the crowned heads of Europe. I want to learn laws so you can sit beside me when you have to impart justice between disputants. I want to learn Gaelic so that when we go to Wales and Ireland the people you want and you respect. -He stopped to watch his face, to see if their suggestions were included. They were. -Oh, my Lord count, I will endeavour to be perfect and thus worthy of you. First I will improve my reading and writing, so we can write and you can judge for yourself the progress that get - promised small with fervor. Holy God, what passion was the girl. -Your sisters are now Queens and I don't want you to overshadow. You must not think of Windsor as in a prison. It is a beautiful castle with walled gardens and a great forest for hunting. Enrique is making many improvements. There, so when you marry a royal residence. There you will not be isolated or alone. - But I'll be surrounded by adults who will tell me everything I need to do from the moment that open your eyes in the morning until you send me to bed at nine o'clock in the evening. William thought a moment and said: -I'm going to ask my sister Isabella to go live with you until your husband. Leonor sorbi nose and cleaned with sleeve Nightgown. -Is beautiful, but very old.

-Just twenty years. -Holy God, if Isabella seemed to him to be old, it must seem like an old man. An unusual married with a girl who had not even reached ten years! That affair was a travesty. Finally said-: you have some companions of your same age. Girls of good family. -I could choose them?-begged. -Well... - said William waffle-. I will select six or eight appropriate families and you choose the three that you like most. -Ah, a common decision! Have you seen how well we get along, William? The count let out a sigh of relief. Leonor Plantagenet could handle if used velvet glove. The eyes filled him with wrinkles when he smiled with tolerance. Black jerkin was removed and was bare-breasted. Then she stood her in bed so that he would be at the same height. He took his fingers with her Queerly and passed them through muscular ribs. -Here, between the third and fourth ribs, is a good place to nail the sword. Directly punctured lung. -Put your fingers under his arm-. You notice this fleshy part of the armpit? A direct hit almost always produces a mortal wound. He saw hover the tip of the child language among white teeth as the girl was concentrated in the lesson. William took the small hand to the center of his broad chest, until the girl felt the heavy beat of his heart. -If you clavis here the sword, the blow is always deadly - promised William solemnly. -Oh, my Lord count, I love you!