The Princess (2 page)

“What was it about her that so impressed you?” Rafe asked his friend.

“The first thing that catches your eye is her gracefulness. When she’s talking, signing, or even walking, she moves like a dancer. She’s tall and slim and extremely poised. Then after I met her, I noticed her relationship with her parents. The three of them adore each other. They laughed and shared secret smiles like the two of you. You can’t be with them and miss it.”

“And she’s a believer?” Erica tried to keep the tenseness from her voice, but even she could hear the slight wobble.

“Yes. Her father gave a brief testimony last night, and it included the salvation of his wife, son, and daughter.”

“Do you know for a fact that she’s not spoken for?” Rafe asked now.

“Positively? No. But I would be very surprised if there was any man in her life outside of her father.”

The king and queen looked at each other.

“I was just praying about it again this morning, Rafe,” Erica said in her soft, gentle manner. “I told God I knew He would show us, even if I didn’t know what that would look like.”

Rafe smiled, his hand still holding his wife’s. “The Council dismissed early this morning, so Nicky and I had a few minutes to talk. I felt a burden to tell him again how proud we are of his decision to go through with this and to trust us. He told me that he knew it wouldn’t be easy but that God had been working on his heart. He has been asking for even greater trust, and he knows he’ll never need it more than when he marries again.”

For some minutes the three fell silent, their thoughts going to Prince Nikolai, Rafe and Erica’s only child. Nikolai’s first wife had been a shy French woman. Her name was Yvette DuBois, and the
prince had adored her. Still quite young, the two had met while Yvette’s family was visiting Pendaran. They corresponded for more than a year before Nikolai, accompanied by his parents, went to France to ask for her hand in marriage. She was two years older than he was, but that never mattered to the enamored couple. With the blessing of both families, they married in 1989, when Nikolai was 20 and Yvette was 22. Then without warning, Yvette died of a heart attack two years later, leaving Nikolai a widower.

For Nikolai the loss was huge. Pendaran’s traditions were not worshiped, but they were honored and held in high regard. With a view to the beloved royal-family line, the heir to the throne was expected to be married by the time he or she was 26. Nikolai more than met this requirement until his wife was taken from him. Had the death been closer to his twenty-sixth birthday, the time would have been extended in accordance to his grief, but the Council, comprised of men who shared equal power and were required to come to unanimous agreement on every decision, decided that for Nikolai the tradition would be upheld. If effort was made and no wife could be found, the time would be extended, but as it stood, Pendaran’s prince now had just over 18 months to marry again.

For a time courtship and remarriage were unthinkable to the still-grieving prince, but recently he’d come to his parents with a surprising request. It was for this reason they had asked Toby to pray, never dreaming that he would meet someone he found suitable to be the prince’s next wife.

“Is there anything more I can do?” Toby asked.

“Did your meeting with them go well? Were you well received?” Rafe questioned right back.

“Very much so. Mrs. Parker heard me speak about two years ago, and Mr. Parker has read one of my books. He said he enjoyed it. They were very gracious and kind.”

Rafe looked at Erica, whose brow was furrowed in thought.

“Do you have any suggestions, Rica?”

“Only that we find out a little more before anything is said. I certainly have no desire to invade the privacy of this family, but neither do I want us to approach Shelby, upset her world, and then say, ‘I’m sorry, we’ve just found out you’re unsuitable for our son.’”

Rafe nodded. “A point well taken. Is there any way to do this subtly, Toby?”

“Yes, I believe there is. I think they would welcome a visit from me, and I can do so without deceit, because I genuinely liked them and would enjoy seeing them again. Beyond that, I can ask my man, Tyke, to make a few gentle inquiries. He’ll be very discreet. As Erica said, we need to respect the family’s privacy. It wouldn’t be fair to either Nick or Shelby to rush in and make a mess of things.”

“Nick or Shelby,” Erica said softly. “It has a nice ring to it, but I’m afraid to hope.”

“Not afraid to trust, however,” her husband said firmly, his eyes on his spouse.

“No,” Erica agreed. “Not that.” Her eyes swung to her husband’s childhood friend. “Do go and see them, Toby, would you? And then come back and tell us if you think we should pursue this.”

“I’ll do it. Just as soon as I can, I’ll visit their home.”

Nothing more was said on the subject, but each one had it in mind. Erica went to freshen up for lunch as the men walked to the dining room, but before joining them downstairs, she took a pen and marked her calendar, using specific wording about Toby’s visit. She almost immediately regretted the action, knowing it might make her anxious until he had news. She made herself turn away from the page.

Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?
Erica’s mind was suddenly on Jesus’ words from a verse in Matthew 6.
A question you
would do well to remember, Erica,
she said to herself. With a prayer to carry out the thought, she went downstairs to join the men.

The king only glanced at the small photo provided for him before reading down through the school transcripts of Shelby Leigh Parker, his brows rising at the excellent grades. Toby’s man, Tyke, had certainly been thorough and fast. It had been just 11 days since Toby had come to see him. A part of Rafe’s mind rebelled at the whole idea of checking up on her, but his son’s face came to mind and he pressed on.

The next page he turned to listed school activities. He was again impressed with her diligence and hard work. A copy of an article from her church newsletter, followed by a brief testimony about a Bible study that Shelby was involved in with several other women, was very informative. Clearly she was learning, and while the king was struck with the content of what she wrote, he was also struck with the way she expressed herself. The two other pages were miscellaneous facts, all of which he found quite interesting.

In time, Rafe put the papers aside and glanced down to where Erica slept beside him in their bed. This young woman, Shelby Parker, was impressive—there was no question about that—but how did they proceed?

Rafe found himself staring across the dark room for some time before finally reaching to turn off the light and settle down on his own pillow. He hoped Toby’s visit to see the Parker family would provide some answers.

Henley

“This cake is delicious,” Toby told Daria Parker just a month after he’d first called on Rafe and Erica. He had called them to ask if he
could visit as soon as Tyke had gathered the information. As he’d expected, they were as gracious and warm as he had remembered.

“It’s Josiah’s favorite,” Daria informed him, signing with courtesy for her husband as she spoke to their guest.

“He has good taste.”

Toby watched Josiah smile before Shelby’s father asked in his quiet way,

“Do you live far from here, Mr. Newbury?”

“About 40 minutes. I was looking for an excuse to come and visit all of you again, and then I realized I had to deliver something just a few miles up the road.”

“Why did you want to see us again?” Daria asked, a smile lighting her face.

“I was very impressed last month,” Toby said honestly.

The family surrounding him smiled at the compliment but didn’t comment further. Suddenly Toby wondered if this might not be a bit awkward.

“Are you working on a book right now, Mr. Newbury?”

This question came from the one person he wanted most to speak with, and Toby not only felt rescued but was glad of an excuse to talk directly to her.

“I am, actually. It’s an in-depth study guide to the book of Genesis. I’m almost finished with it.”

Shelby questioned him more about the process, his publisher, and how swiftly he would start another book when the current one was complete.

Toby was more than happy to tell her everything she wanted to know, and by the time he left an hour later, he was more convinced than ever that this was the woman for Nikolai.

“Why exactly, Toby?” Rafe questioned him when they spoke on the phone that evening.

“At the risk of your thinking
I’m
falling for her, Rafe, I can’t say it any other way than to tell you she’s perfect. Her parents have
certainly done their homework. I still didn’t meet their son—he’s at school right now—but the four of us never ran out of things to talk about and Shelby was as gracious and intelligent as I remembered. If I had wished to marry and God had blessed me with children, I would desire my own son to meet such a girl.”

“All right, Toby. Thank you for everything you’ve done. I believe I’ll write a letter to Mr. Parker. Do you think it will be well received?”

“Absolutely. I can’t say he won’t be surprised, but from what I know of him, he’s a very levelheaded man.”

“Can you supply me with an address?”

“Yes, I have it right here.”

Rafe hung up the phone just minutes later. He sat at the massive desk in his study and stared across at the book-filled shelves that surrounded him. The fading daylight was at his back, and for long moments he simply prayed. He thanked God for the wonderful son He had seen fit to give them. It had not been easy, but Nikolai had been worth every moment of heartache. He asked God to give him the words he needed and picked up his pen.

Henley

Daria studied her husband’s surprised face as he stood with the letter in his hand.

“Are you all right?” she felt a need to ask.

“I think so,” he answered, immediately handing her a piece of fine stationary. The envelope had dropped to the floor. He had been home from work only a few minutes—he had a barbershop downtown—and had not had a chance until that moment to look at the post. The letter from King Rafe was not exactly shocking, but it was a surprise.

“Josiah, why would the king want to meet with you?”

“I haven’t any idea, but did you notice? He would prefer our meeting be kept between the two of us.”

“Should you have told me?” Daria asked.

“You must not have finished the letter,” he said. “He says at the end that he’ll understand my need to discuss it with my wife, but to please keep the letter confined to the two of us.”

For a moment they sat without moving. Daria read the letter completely before handing it back to Josiah.

“So you’re going to meet him.” Daria’s reply was a statement, not a question.

“Certainly. I’m going to reply right now.”

Josiah did just that, a bit rattled by it all. He forgot he hadn’t told the king he would have his wife along until after he walked back to town to mail the note.

No matter,
he thought as he went up the stone steps and into his house.
I have to have her with me, and that’s all there is to it.