It was with relief and genuine warmth that Rhian smiled upon Ewan when he joined them. Taking the opportunity of the two men greeting each other, Rhian stepped away from Cathal and closer to Ewan. She sipped her wine and appraised them both.
Cathal, a son of a great house held himself with self assurance and no small measure of arrogance as is befitting one or his rank. Ewan also held himself proudly but not with arrogance. His manner was that of confidence born of experience and he radiated strength. It was not like Cathal?s aura where in he expected you to respect him, it was calmer; quiet sort of feeling, a strength that was comforting and attractive. When looking at Ewan you simple did respect him. Cathal was polite in his exchange with Ewan but it was not friendly. They both considered the other in a way she has seen dogs do when they first meet outside their own territories. It surprised her. Was it possible that Ewan favored her as much as she hoped? And Cathal, what game is he playing? His anger and disgust at her not so many months ago apparently forgotten? Her brows knit slightly at this thought; Rhian did not trust him. Where once she considered herself fortunate that a man of an exalted family would dain to take her hand in marriage she now considers herself more than fortunate to have escaped what would be sure to be an unhappy union.
Lost in her silent appraisal of the two men, to the benefit of one and the detriment of the other, Rhian was surprised by Cathal taking her hand to escort her to the dance floor. With barely time to set her wine glass down, she looked to Ewan forlorn.
Swirled into the dance, Rhian performed as she should; graceful and lithe she brought credit to herself and her partner. Her silence, however, was noted by Cathal, ?Am I not to be thanked, m?lady?? he queried in a teasing tone.
?Thanked?? Rhian?s tone betrayed her confusion.
?Of course.? He laughed, ?Are you not glad that I came to your rescue??
She blinked, ?What do you mean? How have you rescued me??
His smile held a predator?s edge, ?I swept you way lest you be forced to endure the company of that man.?
Rhian gasped at his audacity. ?I can assure you, Lord Cathal Ragnarsson, that I was in no need of rescue.? Her firm tone surprised him; he could feel her stiffen in her movements.
?Are you saying, dear Rhian, that you would have been content to dwell in the company of such a man??
?Master Corinsson is a good man and I am very fond of him.? Rhian asserted.
Cathal was silent for a moment, shocked at her brazenly stated preference. All too soon, his smile returned, leaning closer to her as they danced, he whispered, ?Poor Rhian. Is this what you have been reduced to? Seeking favor of a base-born servant? Was your heart so terribly broken when our engagement was called off??
Rhian?s shock was palpable; she stumbled.
?Do pay attention, Rhian.? Cathal chided with a smirk as he continued to lead her in the dance.
?I cannot believe you said that!? she hissed at him regaining her footing.
?Do not take it badly. I am sure you will master the courtly dance?.if you apply yourself.? He kept that teasing, sly, mocking tone.
?You know what I mean, Cathal! About Ewan! It was mean spirited and beneath you. You just met the man and know nothing about him!?
?Perhaps.? A superior smirk, ?But I do know you and I was right, wasn?t I? You can admit it after all, we were affianced.? He leans to her again, ?I admitted that I missed you?? Cathal coaxed, ?You can do the same. You can tell me you cried.? A seductive whisper, ?Perhaps I will promise to kiss all your tears away.?
?Lord Cathal!? Rhian gasped, ?You forget yourself!?
He laughed, ?But you have not forgotten me though you may deny it.? Cathal?s tone turns more serious, his eyes, smoldering with desire and promise, meet hers. It?s said that nary a lady in the realm could resist this gaze of his; Cathal was confident this simple country girl would melt with ease, ?Come Rhian, you are too lovely to be petulant. Let us start over and simply agree that we would have made a very pretty pair. We can build from there.?
?No, Cathal, I will not agree to such a thing!? Rhian fought to keep her voice low. She flashed a smile at another dancing pair as they passed on the dance floor. Her eyes, burning with fire, looked back into his, ?It became very obvious the first time we spent more than an hour or two together that we are not well suited. In fact, I consider myself lucky that we discovered it before we were wed!?
There was silence. Her words smacked him as heartily as if it had been her hand but Cathal never faltered in his step. ?I see. You sound very certain.? He observed coolly, ?We will have to change that attitude, won?t we??
With his words, the music stopped. Cathal bowed to her curtsey. Seizing her hand, he escorted her properly from the floor before she could storm off in a huff.
Without a word, Rhian curtseyed again and angrily swept herself away while he was still in mid-bow.
Cathal was not along for long as a friend of his joined him, ?Who was that pretty creature??
?Lady Rhian Owensdottir.? Cathal nonchalantly adjusted his sleeves; masking his angry annoyance admirably well.
?So that was the wild thing you were lucky to escape? I see what you meant when you said her looks easily over comes her lack in fortune. Too bad her looks can?t over come her base nature.?
?Quite so.? Cathal?s eyes tracked Rhian as she made her way through the crowd, ?Ah, look..is that not Lady Eara? You will excuse me, Dafyyd, while I enjoy the company of a real lady.? He winks to his friend before departing.
Furiously flustered is the only way to describe Rhian?s emotions. She could not believe how boorish and mean Cathal was. Such terrible things to say! Such mean things to infer about her. Intent on fleeing the room to compose herself, Rhian was brought up short as Darien crossed her path.
?Lady Rhian!? he cried with a bow, ?I hope I am not too late in securing a dance with you??
Rhian smiled brightly at this friendly face, she curtseyed nicely, ?I would be much honored to dance with you.?
Taking his offered hand, she returned to the dance floor determined not to allow Cathal to ruin this night.