Authors: Winnie Griggs,Rachelle McCalla,Rhonda Gibson,Shannon Farrington
Tags: #Historical Romance, #Religious & Inspirational Fiction, #Fiction, #Romance, #Historical, #Religion & Spirituality, #Literature & Fiction
Before Luke could quite recover from the assault, the deacon turned and walked back the way he’d come, through the doors and into the light.
Luke blinked after him a moment, then sank to his knees. The place where the deacon had prodded him ached. It had ached for a long time, but now Luke knew why. He’d been asking for life, but the whole time he’d harbored death inside him.
“Forgive me, dear God, forgive me.”
How long he stayed there, bowed on the cold floor, he wasn’t certain, but it seemed no time at all before a long crack of light spilled across the floor. Luke looked up to see his sister, Elisabette, standing in the doorway, a look of expectation on her face.
Elisabette had exchanged several messages with Warrick, but in light of his many duties as the newly crowned king, Warrick had put off their wedding. Luke expected his sister had come to inquire of news from her betrothed.
But after a moment’s silence, she asked eagerly, “Do you hear?”
At that moment, the wailing cry of an infant met his ears. “Is it—?”
“Your niece. She is furious but well. They are both well.”
Chapter Nineteen
Castlehead, three days later
L
uke stood in the tower, his elbows propped on the parapets, staring out to sea, lost in thought. Though the sun stood high in the sky and this tower, being in Castlehead, was not the same spot as the Sardis tower where he’d shared his first kiss with Evelyn, nonetheless, Luke could think of little else besides that moment.
He’d been wrong to be angry with her. He could see that now, having forgiven his brother—or more accurately, begged forgiveness of him. Luke had been wrong to harbor anger against his brother, as well.
The root problem, he realized now, was that he loved Evelyn. He’d loved her from the moment he’d opened his groggy, half-dead eyes on the dirt floor of that hut in the borderlands and seen her lovely face, heard her whispered prayers and felt her healing touch. That love had only grown when he’d met her again, and with every new thing he learned about her. He loved her with a desperate, burning love.
A love she’d only ever denied him. She’d run away. Fled from him, lied to him, turned her back on his declarations of affection and refused to return his love. Perhaps the villagers had been correct after all—those who’d said the pale-haired woman was only a figment of his fevered mind. For truly, though Evelyn lived and breathed, she’d slipped from his fingers like a rising mist and fled from him as the haze of morning flees from the light of the sun.
That, then, was why he’d pushed her away in such anger and turned his back on all he’d cared for. He loved her, but she did not return his affection. The realization speared through his tender heart, making him gasp for breath as though he’d been struck by a real spear. For all the ardor in her kisses, she’d turned him away time and again and fled at the first opportunity to the far reaches of Christendom.
He loved her. He feared he might always love her, and the pain in his heart might never cease. What could he do? If there was even a small chance she might return his love, should he travel to tell her?
Luke stared out to sea, hardly blinking as he studied the far horizon into which his love had disappeared. As he stared, he could almost picture the ship she’d left on, his brother Prince Mark’s ship. But this ship was pointed toward Castlehead, not away. And it drew nearer instead of disappearing over the horizon.
Finally, Luke realized it was Mark’s ship headed to Castlehead after another long journey. Good. Mark was just in time for the celebration of the birth of their niece. Luke hurried down the stairs to announce the ship’s approach. Perhaps Mark would have news of Evelyn. If nothing else, his brother could give him his assurance that she’d crossed the sea safely, since Luke had not seen his brother in five months, not since he’d sailed away with Evelyn and Bertie on board. His decision about her would have to wait.
Aachen, AD 802, autumn
Evelyn heard footsteps in the courtyard behind her and turned from her parchment, settling the quill securely in its tray.
“Grandfather?” She rose to greet her mother’s father. “You’re home from the palace quite early today.”
Her grandfather embraced her lightly, kissing her cheek in greeting as she kissed his.
“There is someone here to see you.”
Evelyn felt her heart leap inside her. “Who is it?”
To her surprise, a smile spread across her grandfather’s face, and he turned back to look in the direction he’d come, though he did not move from the spot where he stood.
Evelyn turned, as well, in the direction her grandfather looked and realized for the first time there was a broad-shouldered figure who’d entered behind her grandfather who’d been standing quietly among the shadows as they’d spoken.
The man hesitated only a moment, then stepped slowly into the light. As he entered the sunlit courtyard, first his legs, then his upper body and finally the features of his face were illuminated so Evelyn could see him clearly. She recalled instantly all the times when, missing Prince Luke, she’d thought she’d spotted him passing by or had caught a glimpse of him from the corner of one eye, only to turn and find she’d been mistaken.
And so she stared in disbelief at the man who stood before her, certain her eyes deceived her. Had her longing heart fooled her eyes into thinking Prince Luke stood before her?
“Evelyn.” Luke’s words carried through the air between them in an awed whisper. “You are even lovelier than I remember you.”
“I—” Evelyn began, then rubbed her eyes and took a step closer. “I must be dreaming.”
Luke grinned. “Is it a good dream?”
“The very best.” Somehow she’d made her legs move so that now she stood just in front of him, close enough to see the twinkle in his eyes and catch a hint of his scent. “Is it really you?”
“Check my scar,” he offered, lifting the hem of his habergeon to reveal the healed wound she knew so well.
She reached for him with trembling fingers, and he cupped her hands in his. “How did you get here?”
“By ship and then by caravan.”
“But why?”
“To bring word to Charlemagne that his daughter Gisela has borne him a healthy granddaughter, named Charlotte, after the emperor.” Luke paused, drawing her fingers to his lips and brushing a kiss lightly against them. “And to see if there is any chance for us. I must ask you to forgive my anger, which I held far too long against you.”
“You are entitled to your anger. My offense was great.” Evelyn thought she might weep for the joy of seeing him but found herself too happy even for tears.
“Far greater was my offense, for begrudging you a secret you kept to save your brother’s life. Your decision was an honorable one. I have foolishly denied myself the joy of your company far too long, but I believed you did not return the love I felt for you. But I had to offer you my heart one last time to see if you returned my affections.”
He gripped her hands with desperate gentleness as he continued. “Many times on my journey north, I have wondered about the unquenchable love I feel for you, which compelled me to seek you out in the borderlands and now to find you again far from my own kingdom.”
Evelyn felt tears of happiness rise to her eyes as he spoke and as the shock of his presence gave way to joy. “I feel for you the love of a woman who prayed over you through the night and would not let you die, a love that continued to burn even when you rode away from me in anger, and we were separated by a long journey. I love you with all the love I have to give.”
Luke’s expression of cautious hope broadened to a grin of pure joy, and he swallowed, managing to speak only one word before he kissed her. “Good.”
Evelyn melted against the prince as he wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up almost to her toes as he kissed her fervently. She held him tight, her happiness overflowing. After all the times she’d had to push him away, now she could hold him close and confess how she truly felt. Suddenly, Luke pulled away.
He dropped down onto one knee. “Will you be my bride?”
Overcome by emotion and surprise, Evelyn simply slumped down toward him, all her longings realized in that moment. She tried to look in his eyes, but he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her up as he stood, kissing her as though he could make up for all the time they’d been apart.
Distantly, she heard her grandfather chuckle. “I believe she accepts your proposal.”
“Yes,” Evelyn whispered when she pulled back for just a moment. “I do.”
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Dear Reader,
The world was a very different place in the year AD 802, and yet the people weren’t so very different from people today. They cared about their families, about honor and love, and the Christians of Lydia tried to live out God’s love in spite of the greed and craftiness of their neighbors. Then as now, as old Deacon Bartholomew put it, “
far more blessed are those who die to this world but are alive in their hearts.”
I hope the people of Lydia came alive for you in this story. For more information about the kingdom of Lydia and the books that tell the stories of the princes and princesses of that kingdom, visit my website at
www.rachellemccalla.com
. You can also find me on Facebook, Goodreads and Twitter.
And may the love of God be alive in your heart, not just today but always.
Blessings,
Rachelle
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