To Protect: A Medieval Romance by Cecelia Mecca

Author:Cecelia Mecca [Mecca, Cecelia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Altiora Press
Published: 2024-04-12T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter

Seventeen

Somehow, they’d avoided each other the first two nights. But as they rode into Ashbourne Castle, Roland appeared suddenly behind her. For a moment, she’d considered declining his extended hand in helping her to dismount, but Amalia could not slight him in that way.

Not when she had spent the past two days alternatively wanting to speak with him and hoping to avoid him.

When their hands touched, it was precisely how Amalia remembered it. Thanking the stable boy who took her mount away, she walked with Roland, behind the others.

“We’ve still three days of riding ahead before reaching Lincoln Castle. How do you fare thus far?”

“Well,” she said. “Evelina and I rode to the village most days.”

Darkness had fallen, their need for haste to fetch the future queen for her coronation more important than their comfort. It had taken Amalia these past few days to become accustomed to the fact that she was here, among the best knights in the land, with a purpose to serve in a most worthy cause. Each day back at Castle Blackwood had helped to lessen Amalia’s feeling of inadequacy. She’d never considered herself a true healer, not having practiced at it as often as she’d like, so she thought herself more an herbalist. But thus far, she’d been able to aid every man who had been injured in some way. She was no surgeon, and Amalia feared there would be some wounds, if a battle were to occur, she could not attend to. But Sir Eamon had assured her the local villages would serve that purpose, and she could at least fend off festering wounds and offer dietary advice that might prevent illness.

“I would speak with you,” Roland said, hanging back even more. As the others went into the keep, the two of them slowed, remaining in the center of the inner courtyard. Standing beside the well, they watched as Alden and Darien strode past, noticing them but saying nothing.

She waited.

“When Gareth and Evelina returned, it was difficult not to notice how happy they were.”

“Indeed,” she agreed, trying not to notice how handsome Roland appeared in the all-black though nondescript surcoat that was the uniform of the Guardians of the Sacred Oak. Atop his warhorse, he had appeared downright menacing. Now, standing beside her, though he continued to radiate power and strength, there was a gentleness about his expression that took away some of his earlier edge.

Not that she had been looking, of course.

“He risked much to be with her. As did Lady Evelina.”

“I cannot disagree with you,” she said. “Even now the baron continues to threaten to withhold her inheritance, even if he will allow the marriage to stand. But I do not believe my lady cares for that, or anything, save the love of her husband.”

Roland jaw set, he appeared almost angry. Nay, not angry. Determined.

“Roland?” She’d never seen him look this way before.

“I can risk no less.”

She didn’t understand.

“I wish for another night like the first. To look up at the stars with you.

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