Tangled Love by Rosemary Morris was short
listed for the best romantic e-book at The Festival of Romance, Bedford, U.K in
2013
Tangled Love
Prologue- 1693
Nine
year-old Richelda Shaw sat on the floor in her nursery. She pulled a quilt
pulled over her head to block out the thunder pealing outside the ancient manor
house while an even fiercer storm raged deep within. Eyes closed, remained as
motionless as a marble statue.
Elsie, her mother’s personal maid, pulled
the quilt from her head. ‘Stand up child, there’s nothing to be frightened of.
Come, your father’s waiting for you.’
Richelda trembled. Until now Father’s
short visits from France meant gifts and laughter. This one made Mother cry
while servants spoke in hushed tones.
Followed by Elsie, Richelda hurried
down broad oak stairs. For a moment, she paused to admire lilies of the valley
in a Delft bowl. Only yesterday, she
picked the flowers to welcome Father home then arranged them with tender care.
Now, the bowl stood on a chest, which stood beneath a pair of crossed
broadswords hanging on the wall.
Elsie opened the great massive door of the
great hall where Father stood to one side of an enormous hearth. Richelda
hesitated. Her eyes searched for her mother before she walked across the floor,
spread her skirts wide and knelt before him.
Father placed his right hand on her bent
head. ‘Bless you, daughter, may God keep you safe.’ He smiled. ‘Stand up,
child. Upon my word, sweetheart, your hair reminds me of a golden rose. How
glad I am to see roses bloom in these troubled times.’
Richelda stood but dared not speak for she
did not know him well.
Putting an arm round her waist, he drew her to
him. ‘Come, do not be nervous of your father, child. Tell me if you know King
James II holds court in France while his daughter, Mary, and William, his
son-in-law, rule after seizing his throne?’
‘Yes, Mother told me we are well rid of
King James and his Papist wife,’ she piped up, proud of her knowledge.
With a sigh, Father lifted her onto his
knee. ‘Richelda, I must follow His Majesty for I swore an oath of allegiance to
him. Tell me, child, while King James lives how can I with honour swear
allegiance to his disloyal daughter and her husband?’
Unable to think of a reply, she lowered
her head breathing in his spicy perfume.
Father held her closer. ‘Your mother
pleads with me to declare myself for William and Mary. She begs me not to
return to France, but I am obliged to serve King James. Do you understand?’
As she nodded her cheek brushed against
his velvet coat. ‘Yes, I understand, my tutor explained why many gentlemen will
not serve the new king and queen.’
‘If you remain in England, you will be
safe. Bellemont is part of your mother’s dowry so I doubt it will be
confiscated.’
If she remained in England! Startled, she
stared at him.
Smiling, he popped her onto her feet. ‘We
shall ride. I have something to show you.’
*****
Before long, hey drew rein on the brow of
a hill. Father pointed at a manor house in the valley. ‘Look at our ancestral home, Field House. The
Roundheads confiscated it soon after the first King Charles’ execution. Richelda, I promised my father to do all in
my power to regain the property.’ Grey-faced, he pressed his hand to his chest.
‘Alas, I have failed to keep my oath,’ he wheezed.
Richelda not only yearned to help him keep
his promise to her grandfather, she also yearned to find the gold and jewels
legend said her buccaneer ancestor, Sir Nicholas, hid.
She waited for her father to breathe easy
before she spoke. ‘If we found the treasure trove you could buy Field House.’
‘Ah, you believe Sir Nicholas did not give all
his plunder to Good Queen Bess,’ he teased.
‘Elsie told me legend says he hid some of his
booty in Field House,’ she said excited by the thought of a treasure trove. ‘In
his old age, when Sir Nicholas retired from seafaring, is it true that he put
his ship’s figurehead, Lady Luck, in the great hall?’ she asked by now less shy
of him.
‘Yes, for all I know she is still above a
mighty fireplace carved with pomegranates, our family’s device.’
‘I would like to see it.’
‘One day, perhaps you will. Now, tell me if
you know our family motto.’
‘Fortune favours the brave.’
‘Are you brave, my little lady? Will you
swear on the Bible to do all in your power to regain Field House?’
To please him, she nodded.
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