The Castilian Pomegranate (The Castilian Saga Book 2) by Anna Belfrage

Author:Anna Belfrage [Belfrage, Anna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9789198507201
Publisher: Timelight Press
Published: 2021-09-30T23:00:00+00:00

“Looking forward to reaching Sevilla?” Robert asked as he rose from the bed and stretched, as naked as the day he’d been born. The first night in well over a week with some privacy, and accordingly the bedding was rumpled, Noor having fallen asleep cradled in Robert’s arms and woken to his caresses, his arousal very evident. Now, he looked content, his mouth softening into a smile when he looked her way.

Noor smiled back, arranging her braided hair in a tight bun before covering it with her best embroidered coif. Not that anyone would see it—just as no one would see her best chemise, also embroidered—but today Noor was dressing in her best.

“After so many days travelling, I look forward to remaining in one place for a while,” she replied, shaking out the blue silk of her skirts. It was her most expensive garment, and yet she feared that in comparison with the Castilian ladies she would look underdressed. There was a tight, icy knot in her belly. What if they found her lacking, these unknown relatives?

“Like most royal households, the royal court of Castile is in constant motion.” Robert adjusted his hose before tugging the folds of his tunic over his head. In colour, it matched her skirts.

“But at present it is mostly in Sevilla. I imagine travelling with an infant prince not yet three months is difficult.”

“Mmm.” He was busy at one of the larger satchels. Moments later, he pulled out a surcoat in silk and spread it on the bed. Noor just stared. There, on the pristine white silk, was her family’s coat of arms, a background of the deepest blue adorned with three crescent moons in silver above a triangular shape in black adorned with a gold cross.

“Do you mind?” he asked quietly, piling more surcoats on the bed. “If you do, I’ll not use them, but I—”

She silenced him with a kiss. “You have as much right to the Outremer arms as I do.” She stroked the silk of his surcoat, pinched the fine linen in the surcoats for his men.

He shook his head. “Nay, I don’t,” he said quietly. “But I thought since there is no one else to wear them and—” He cleared his throat. “I had them made in Barcelona, did not want to arrive in Sevilla with King Edward’s surcoat—not when my wife is the niece of Castile’s king.” His mouth curved. “It is important to make a good impression on your family, the so-impressive House of Ivrea.”

“They are not my family,” she said. “They are distant relatives.”

“These last few days, all I have heard is how delighted your uncle the king will be at meeting a new niece, and an English one at that. I suspect he will be less than impressed by the fact that you are wed to a bastard man-at-arms that had nothing to call his own before he wed you.” He sounded unruffled, but she could see the tension in his shoulders, and it struck her that he was as apprehensive as she was.

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