As the oldest son and heir to Anglesea, it is Roger’s duty to stand tall and strong. But his tough exterior belies the heart of a true romantic, a devoted son who yearns for the deep love he has witnessed between his parents and his sisters and their husbands. However, with the Anglesea family jockeying for a more advantageous position, Roger must marry judiciously.
A fight for the heart . . .
Having spent her childhood watching her mother suffer, Kathryn of Mandeville is determined never to marry. To be as a Viking shield maiden of old is her heart’s only desire. But when her sister Matty runs away to escape Roger’s sensible proposal, Kathryn is forced to help Roger find a more suitable bride. Bound by duty, Roger and Kathryn soon discover they are facing a much tougher fight—the one that is within their hearts . . .
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By Sarah Hegger
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Roger wanted to jab his dagger into his eye. He despised failure, hated it, yet judging by his intended bride's reaction to his courtship performance, he and failure now shared a bed. Love and war, with a clear plan, a man could manage one in much the same manner as the other. Hadn't a lifetime under the guiding hand of Sir Arthur of Anglesea set this lesson into Roger's marrow?
Except, Roger's courtship had veered from the battle plan.
Lady Mathilda had accepted his flowers with her sweet, lovely smile and even moved her skirts to make place for him beside her. Since then, his plan had moved from disarray into rout. Lady Mathilda should be sighing by now, at least peeping at him from beneath thick dark lashes. He'd watched William turn a woman sweet a hundred times.
In her haste to put distance between them, she inched her curvy hips down the bench, almost tipping onto her pert ass. She pressed a fluttering hand to her throat. "Five sons, Sir Roger?"
"Aye." He softened his tone. A woman would not enjoy being bellowed at like a man-at-arms. "My mother had four, and the two girls. I wager we could do better." He gave her a tiny nudge. "Aye?"
Agape, Lady Mathilda shook her head. Her nut-brown hair made a silky swish on the bench.
Too abrupt? Perhaps. He should have refrained from the nudge for certain, but desperation crept through him with each passing moment. "Of course, that is if you are willing, my lady."
Gentle, his mother had urged. Woo her with sweet words and smiles.
She stared at him with huge eyes, dark like aged walnut, and gave him her flawless profile.
Mother had chosen well. Lady Mathilda boasted the sort of beauty that would make any man want to strut and crow like a barnyard cock.
"Your lips." He gave it another try. Please let the spirit of his brother, William, dwell within him now. "Are as ripe as ... apples. Red apples, not green. Not the red and green ones either. All red, like ..." Jesu, give him strength. Even he could do better than that. "I mean cherries."
"You are most kind." Her chest rose and fell with her quickened breathing, and while a man tried not to look, or get caught looking, she filled out the front of her bliaut with a tasty, ripe bounty.
Roger balled his hand into a fist, tempted to punch his own face with it. He made a dog's ballocks of this. Give him a keep to tear down, a young soldier to train, a horde of marauding Scots. Anything but this.
Still, he'd vowed to marry, and marry he would. Time to do his duty as the heir. At his feet, his favorite bitch peered at him and whined. She understood him, never needed pretty words from him. Why couldn't women be more like dogs? Only, with not quite so much fur and the bad breath. There must be something they could speak of. He waded into the oozing silence. "Dogs?"
Lady Mathilda clasped her hands in her lap, fingers white about the knuckles. "Dogs, Sir Roger?"
"Aye, dogs. Do you like them?"
He should talk about her. That last bit of counsel from older sister, Faye. "What do you like?"
"Me?" She started. A flush stained her peachy skin. Mother had certainly found him a girl to rival Faye in looks.
"I like flowers."
There, he had done one thing right. "Flowers are nice. And?"
"Um ..." She stroked her skirts over her knees. "Silk. I like silk."
"Then I shall be sure to clothe you in silk for the rest of your days."
Her head snapped up and she went taut beside him. "The rest of my life?"
"Indeed." The rest of his life seemed to stretch in front of him like an endless road to nowhere. Did Lady Mathilda perhaps sense his reluctance to marry? "I am sure we will be very happy together."
Lady Mathilda sprang to her feet. "Aye." Retreat bellowed from every taut line of her as she scurried away.
Roger received the message clearly. Lady Mathilda did not favor his suit.
Her full hips rocked with the speed of her flight.
It was a pity for her, then, that Roger of Anglesea had decided he would wed Mathilda of Mandeville. Will she or nil she.
* * *
Kathryn stuck her head around the screens at one end of Anglesea's hall and tried to signal her sister. Matty charged straight into hell with all Kathryn's carefully conceived and executed plans. Why could a person not run a courtship like a battle? It would be so much simpler that way.
Matty stared at Sir Roger like the man had sprouted two heads. Blast! What ailed her sister? Sir Roger fit Kathryn's requirements to perfection. Not much for prayer, Kathryn had spent hours on her knees asking for just such a husband for Matty. They'd been at Anglesea for two days now, and Kathryn's relief when she met Sir Roger had made it easy to encourage Matty to welcome the match.
She could not fathom, why today of all days, the usually biddable Matty had taken one of her huffs into her head. Lord above knew, they did not happen often, but when Matty took one of her stands, there would be the devil's work to sway her. The wedding contracts remained unsigned, on Sir Arthur's behest, until Roger and Matty both agreed they would suit.
Sir Roger tugged at his tunic neck as he shifted on the bench beside Matty.
If only the man had a touch more address. To be fair, however, Kathryn had not aided his courtship because of his honeyed words and pretty gestures. She had explained all this to Matty.
Matty rose and near ran for the door.
Fists balled by his sides, wide shoulders taut, Sir Roger watched her go.
Matty rushed past and Kathryn dropped into step beside her. "What happened?"
With a shriek, Matty leapt away from her. "Kate?" She pressed her hands to her bosom. "You near scared the life out of me. I thought you were him."
"Nay, him." Matty jerked her head toward the hall. She glanced back. "Does he pursue me?"
Sir Roger stood, much as Matty had left him, with a tremendous frown on his handsome face.
"Nay." Kathryn lengthened her strides to keep up with Matty. "What happened?"
Matty stopped, one foot on the bottom stair. "Did you see him?"
"Aye, I did. Great comely fellow that he is." Kathryn suffused as much enthusiasm as she could into her words. Not as pretty as his brother, William, but Kathryn preferred Sir Roger's more rugged looks.
Matty shuddered. "He is a brute."
"Brute?" Kathryn followed her sister up the stairs. "Nay, Matty, but he is a warrior, which is why we agreed you should marry him."
Matty spun and glared. "We agreed to nothing. You and father said I should marry him."
"Matty." It was the first and last time Kathryn would probably agree with their father. "We spoke about this. Remember?"
Matty drooped. Her eyes filled with tears. "I cannot marry him."
"But why not?" Kathryn climbed closer to her sister. "He may be big and rough, but I enquired everywhere about him. They say he is tough but fair, and kind to his people. Men like this do not come about like the village peddler. We must snap him up while we can."
"I cannot." On a soft cry, Matty ran up the stairs.
"But you must," Kathryn whispered to the empty space. "How else am I to keep you safe?"CHAPTER 2
Kathryn dug her heels into Striker's flank and urged him faster. The quintain sped closer, and Kathryn fixed her aim dead in the center. Her sword snug in her hand, she leaned to the side. Striker shifted his weight to accommodate her.
A hit! Dead center and the arm whirled around. Kathryn ducked low to Striker's neck to avoid the sandbag as it came about. She halted Striker before they plowed into the low wooden rail fence surrounding the practice yards.
After her failed conversation with Matty, she had gone straight to the stables and saddled Striker. Her intention to ride until she could formulate a new plan had been subverted by the Anglesea practice yards. Sir Arthur of Anglesea certainly kept a good yard for his men. Here amongst the predictable action of thrust and parry, the fine but exact joust against the quintain, she could think. Plan.
This marriage must happen. Everyone, from the stable hands to the village midwife loved Sir Roger, extolled his virtues. Could Matty have seen something in Sir Roger all Kathryn's clandestine enquiries had missed? She wiped her sweaty sword hand on her tunic. She would have preferred a lance against the quintain, but none lay about, so her sword would do.
"Get off that horse," Father bellowed.
Striker pranced to the side.
Father stomped across the practice yard toward her, ruddy with ill temper. His black stare bored holes straight through her tunic.
She'd disobeyed both parts of Father's decree. She hadn't stayed out of sight as much as possible, and even worse, she'd engaged in manly pursuits. Kathryn's belly tightened, but she hid her reaction behind a blank mask. Like a mad dog, her father sensed fear and fed on it.
She had last seen him happily ensconced in the armory with a mug in one hand and a buxom wench on his knee. It had augured well for a couple of hours out of his sharp notice.
She slid to the ground beside Striker. Sweat trickled down her sides.
"What did I tell you?" He grabbed her upper arm and yanked.
Kathryn stumbled forward.
His beefy hand engulfed her arm and tightened.
Searing pain shot up her arm. She refused to let the hurt show. Instead, she raised her chin and held his angry gaze. "There is nobody about. The men are all out."
"Lucky for you, you stupid girl." Spit dotted his thick lips and hit her face. "I warned you." He would leave bruises a mile wide on her arm. "You will not destroy your sister's chance at this match."
Matty's chance? His chance he meant. Her father was randy as a rutting buck for this alliance. Anglesea meant money and power, both of which the old cur would whore his soul for. Instead, he whored his youngest daughter.
"Forgive me, Father." She managed the words past her clamped jaw. "I will put Striker away and change before anyone is the wiser."
"Not this time." He shook her. The yard dipped and swirled as her head jerked this way and that. "This time you will learn. I will have that horse carved into dog meat."
"Nay." Kathryn tried to step closer to Striker. She had raised him from a foal, trained him herself. Death would come before she lost him. "It will not happen again."
"You are right it will not." Her father pushed his face closer to hers. "Because when we return to Mandeville Castle, that horse will be dead."
A deep voice came from behind Father's heavy shoulder. "That would be a shame."
Tall as a tree and just as wide, Sir Roger stood with one booted foot on the bottom rail of the fence surrounding the practice yard. The wind toyed with his dark hair. "That is a fine animal."
"Sir Roger." Father gave a turd-sucking grin. "I did not see you there. Were you not whispering sweet nothings to our Mathilda?"
"Lady Mathilda was called away," he said.
Or ran away. Whatever the reason, he seemed disinclined to tattle on Matty. Another excellent quality in his favor. She would get Matty to see reason.
"What a pity." Father rubbed his hands together. "Such a fine pair you make."
"Speaking of fine pairs" — Sir Roger strode closer — "your daughter and that horse are as well-matched pair as I have clapped eyes on. It would be a terrible shame to separate them."
"Separate them?" Father slapped Striker's withers. "As if I would. Nay, I am merely funning with the girl."
Relief made her dizzy. Father would never risk his displeasure. She wanted to fall at Sir Roger's feet and thank him.
"Is this your oldest daughter?" Sir Roger loomed above her, his direct gaze on her. Dark hair, blue eyes, and a pair of shoulders that looked as if they could swing a battle-axe with ease.
A flush crept over her cheeks. His intense scrutiny disconcerted her. She felt small and delicate before him and, for the first time in her life, she felt the girlish urge to giggle.
"Indeed." Father shoved in front of her. "This is Kathryn, but I beg you to pay her garb no mind." He sidled closer to Sir Roger. "She is a bit of a strange one. There is one in every keep, is there not?" Hearty laugher gushed from him as he nudged Sir Roger.
"Indeed." Sir Roger stepped away. "I taught my youngest sister to fight with a dagger. A woman should know how to defend herself."
Kathryn dropped her head to hide her surprise. Not many men thought as he did. He grew in her estimation.
"Aye." Father bobbed his head.
"I have never taught a woman to joust, however." Sir Roger smiled at her.
Kathryn's mind emptied. Her feet rooted to the spot. Handsome in repose, when he smiled ... dear Lord. The man had a smile to bring the birds from the trees. It crinkled about his eyes and softened the stern lines of his mouth.
"Women do not joust." Father gaped at him.
"Come now, Sir Royce." Sir Roger clapped Father's back.
Father staggered two steps forward. A full head shorter than Sir Roger, but wide through the girth, her father bore considerable meat on his bones.
"You have two charming daughters. Allow a man the pleasure of both their companies." Sir Roger winked. "Let me get to know my sister by marriage, at least."
Father tugged his ear. "There will be time enough for that once you are wed to our Matty."
"You are right." Sir Roger threw his arm about Father's shoulders. "But an ally in Lady Mathilda's camp could not hurt."
Clever man, making the one argument that would weigh with her father. Was his intervention deliberate or merely a fortunate coincidence?
Father huffed, and shifted his feet. "I would not want her to cause offense. I have told her not to concern herself with men's matters." He shot a glare at her.
Her blood ran cold. Sir Roger's presence had merely delayed her punishment.
"I am not in the least offended," Sir Roger said. "I find it rather ... endearing."
Endearing? That might just be enough to save her a beating. Sir Roger seemed a little more perceptive than she had suspected.
"Very well then." Father threw his hands wide and forced a chuckle. "Amuse yourself with our little Kate, whilst I go and find your bride."
"A splendid idea," Sir Roger said.
Her father shuffled across the practice yard sand toward the keep.
"So, you enjoy manly pursuits?" Sir Roger shifted closer to her.
Kathryn knew not what to make of him, and she trod carefully. "Aye."
"I have yet to see a woman joust," he said.
"That does not mean they cannot," she said.
Sir Roger crossed his arms over his wide chest. "Not very well."
"I hit the target dead center."
"Aye." He shoved his hands in his belt and shrugged. "But you hit a wooden shield with a sword. A lance is much longer and more unwieldy."
"I do not have a lance."
"And a man's chest is much denser to pierce and doesn't hang there like a ripe plum for you to skewer. The way you hung off your horse like a rag poppet would have seen your ass in the dust."
Father looked behind him before he entered the keep. Even from there, his scowl burned into her.
"I suppose you could do better," she said.
Sir Roger merely chuckled. "You know I could."
"Do it then."
He raised his brow. "Is that a challenge?"
"Accepted." Sir Roger approached Striker, careful not to startle him. He stroked Striker's forelock, murmuring to him. "Will he bear me?"
"Of course he will." Striker was the best horse in the Kingdom. "Unless, of course, you do something stupid and then you will find your ass ... I mean, yourself in the dust."
Sir Roger cantered Striker back to the far end of the yard. He drew his sword. "This is more difficult with a lance," he called.
Braggart. Kathryn sat on an overturned bucket.
Striker shot forward, ears pricked, hooves beating a muted tattoo on the sand.
Sir Roger seemed part of the horse beneath him, smooth, fluid, and graceful. He had an excellent seat, controlling the horse with his thighs, making those tiny adjustments to keep his fine fit in the saddle.
He hit the quintain with a crack. It whirled in a blur, the swing arm heading straight for the back of his head.
Kathryn nearly shouted a warning, but he kept riding, sitting straight in the saddle, and the swing arm passed within a hair of him.
"Now" — he drew Striker in front of her and dismounted — "climb on this fine steed of yours and I will give you a fast lesson."
A real knight giving her instruction, an opportunity too good to be overlooked. "You will?"
"Up you go." Sir Roger clasped his hands for her to mount.
Kathryn sidestepped his hands and leapt into the saddle. Without touching the stirrup. Let him tell her any squire could best that.
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The fourth book in this medieval series features the very romantic Roger, heir to Anglesea. He’s always thought that a relationship is exactly what his parent’s had – loving and caring. So marrying for position and security of his lands is not of interest. But, he is a dutiful son, and will do what is required. Kathryn is a daughter of Mandeville, and her parent’s marriage was not a happy one, and years of watching her mother suffer, she’s determined to not marry. Why bother when you know what you want, and have the skills to emulate the Viking Sheild maidens of old? She’s determined that nothing will convince her otherwise. When her sister, Mathilda meets her future husband in Roger, she’s completely aware that they have NOTHING in common – and she darts off to avoid it all. This leaves Kathryn in a peculiar position- she’s been offered up in her sister’s place. These two are adorable and the connection and interplay between them is adorable. While she’s obviously not interested in Roger, he’s intrigued by everything about her. When they discuss her particular skills, he’s even more intrigued, and accepts her offer of finding a suitable bride – not her and not her sister. But, they both are determined to find the runaway Mathilda, and the two head off. Or Roger does, and Kathryn follows (unbeknownst to him). Hegger’s writing skills have sharpened with each book: descriptions are evocative and lush, conversations are revealing and each character is built with care. Roger is adorable and sweet, wanting to make a real connection with Kathryn and hoping that somehow he can convice her that the two of them, together, are more than either could have hoped for. A wonderful set of twists, turns and plenty of heart are the highlights here and this series continues to get better each book I read. I received an eArc copy of the title from the publisher via NetGalley for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.
What a Lovely Series. I am a new fan of Sarah Hegger, having met her through another Author, and then I was lucky enough to have won this book in a giveaway, and what a lovely read. I was a bit worried if I would be lost since this was the 4th book in the series, but I believe each one could be read as a standalone book. I loved the characters and the storyline, and I was introduced to other characters from previous books that I liked so much that I will read all the books in the series very soon. This installment was so entertaining that I read way passed my bedtime on a couple occasions.
As the eldest son and heir , Roger must marry well and for duty however when his betrothed runs away, he is thrown together with her sister as they navigate to find their true hearts desires. Loved the scope and description in this book. This is the fourth book in the series and not having read the others, did not feel left behind. Will be looking for those other books. Ebook from netgalley and publishers with thanks. Opinions are entirely my own.
I loved Roger and Kathryn. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve read about a pair more perfect for each other in a long while. Both are strong, protective, and so evenly matched that it was a delight to snicker at them as they circled one another, growing closer despite their plans. Kathryn had a touch of vulnerability that made her strength more apparent and Roger had a big heart to equal those big muscles. As for Matty…all’s well that ends well. That’s all I can say for her. A story full of heart, strength, humor, and learning to look at situations and people with new eyes.
I have thoroughly enjoyed every book in the Sir Arthur's Legacy series. After reading William's story, I thought that Hegger had written the best book yet from the series. Upon reading Roger's story, however, I realized that Hegger's books and characters continue to get better and better with each new story. I fell in love with these characters from the very beginning and that love grew and grew with each chapter. The budding chemisty between Roger and Kathryn hooked me on their story right from the start. Kathryn's spunk in Chapter 4 was both amusing and endearing. The more that Roger began to appreciate her unique talents, the more he opened his heart. I loved watching them interact. It always had me smiling. Everything that they go through in Chapter 7 had me tingling with anticipation. I could see the pieces falling into place. I cannot say enough how much I absolutely loved these characters! Kathryn made me laugh out loud in almost every scene for one reason or another. I loved the scene with the dog and couldn't stop myself from laughing and falling more in love with both Kathryn and Roger. When they arrived at Calder and Roger was talking with Faye, his admission to her gave me the feels for sure. Later, when they're back at Anglesea and Roger has figured out what Royce had done to Kathryn, I was eager to find out what he would do and was hoping that Royce would get what he had coming to him. I wanted to see Kathryn at ease and happy once and for all. This book had so much intensity and drama. Just when I thought things would calm down for Roger and Kathryn, the next twist came barreling toward them. I had a hard time putting this book down, because I had to know what would happen next. Once Sir Royce had gone and Matty reappeared, I felt such unease and suspicion. Everything had Roger and Kathryn going through such turmoil and I almost couldn't read fast enough to satisfy my curiousity. Once I did get to the ending, I was very pleased and satisfied with the conclusion. No one deserved happiness and peace more than Kathryn. I am also very eager to find out what happens with Newt and Henry. This book was spectacular and my favorite in the series thus far!
Roger’s Bride by Sarah Hegger Sir Arthur’s Legacy Series #4 Roger may have been Kathryn’s choice for her sister to marry but sometimes things don’t quite go as planned. When her sister runs away Roger & Kathryn pursue her and on their trip see one another in a new light. Kathryn is leery of marriage after seeing her parents’ life together but Roger persuades her in innumerable ways to take a chance on him as a husband. I loved the dialogue, Roger and Kathryn together, the way someone gets their comeuppance and everything about this book. It made me smile and feel and care and not want the story to finish. I have read a few of the books in the series and hope to find the others to read in the future. I wonder who will have their story told next and am eager to find out – perhaps Henry? Thank you to NetGalley and Kensington Books for the ARC. This is my honest review. 4.5 Stars