The Jewel's Embrace: A Medieval Romance Novella
The Jewel’s Embrace
A Short Medieval Romance
By Kathryn Le Veque
© Copyright 2019 by Kathryn Le Veque Novels, Inc.
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Kathryn Le Veque Novels
Medieval Romance:
De Wolfe Pack Series:
Warwolfe
The Wolfe
Nighthawk
ShadowWolfe
DarkWolfe
A Joyous de Wolfe Christmas
BlackWolfe
Serpent
A Wolfe Among Dragons
Scorpion
StormWolfe
Dark Destroyer
The Lion of the North
Walls of Babylon
The Best Is Yet To Be
De Wolfe Pack Generations:
WolfeHeart
The de Russe Legacy:
The Falls of Erith
Lord of War: Black Angel
The Iron Knight
Beast
The Dark One: Dark Knight
The White Lord of Wellesbourne
Dark Moon
Dark Steel
A de Russe Christmas Miracle
Dark Warrior
The de Lohr Dynasty:
While Angels Slept
Rise of the Defender
Steelheart
Shadowmoor
Silversword
Spectre of the Sword
Unending Love
Archangel
A Blessed de Lohr Christmas
Lords of East Anglia:
While Angels Slept
Godspeed
Great Lords of le Bec:
Great Protector
House of de Royans:
Lord of Winter
To the Lady Born
The Centurion
Lords of Eire:
Echoes of Ancient Dreams
Blacksword
The Darkland
Ancient Kings of Anglecynn:
The Whispering Night
Netherworld
Battle Lords of de Velt:
The Dark Lord
Devil’s Dominion
Bay of Fear
The Dark Lord’s First Christmas
Reign of the House of de Winter:
Lespada
Swords and Shields
De Reyne Domination:
Guardian of Darkness
With Dreams
The Fallen One
House of d’Vant:
Tender is the Knight (House of d’Vant)
The Red Fury (House of d’Vant)
The Dragonblade Series:
Fragments of Grace
Dragonblade
Island of Glass
The Savage Curtain
The Fallen One
Great Marcher Lords of de Lara
Lord of the Shadows
Dragonblade
House of St. Hever
Fragments of Grace
Island of Glass
Queen of Lost Stars
Lords of Pembury:
The Savage Curtain
Lords of Thunder: The de Shera Brotherhood Trilogy
The Thunder Lord
The Thunder Warrior
The Thunder Knight
The Great Knights of de Moray:
Shield of Kronos
The Gorgon
The House of De Nerra:
The Promise
The Falls of Erith
Vestiges of Valor
Realm of Angels
Highland Warriors of Munro:
The Red Lion
Deep Into Darkness
The House of de Garr:
Lord of Light
Realm of Angels
Saxon Lords of Hage:
The Crusader
Kingdom Come
High Warriors of Rohan:
High Warrior
The House of Ashbourne:
Upon a Midnight Dream
The House of D’Aurilliac:
Valiant Chaos
The House of De Dere:
Of Love and Legend
St. John and de Gare Clans:
The Warrior Poet
The House of de Bretagne:
The Questing
The House of Summerlin:
The Legend
The Kingdom of Hendocia:
Kingdom by the Sea
The Executioner Knights:
By the Unholy Hand
The Promise (also Noble Knights of de Nerra)
The Mountain Dark
Starless
A Time of End
Contemporary Romance:
Kathlyn Trent/Marcus Burton Series:
Valley of the Shadow
The Eden Factor
Canyon of the Sphinx
The American Heroes Anthology Series:
The Lucius Robe
Fires of Autumn
Evenshade
Sea of Dreams
Purgatory
Other non-connected Contemporary Romance:
Lady of Heaven
Darkling, I Listen
In the Dreaming Hour
River’s End
The Fountain
Sons of Poseidon:
The Immortal Sea
Pirates of Britannia Series (with Eliza Knight):
Savage of the Sea by Eliza Knight
Leader of Titans by Kathryn Le Veque
The Sea Devil by Eliza Knight
Sea Wolfe by Kathryn Le Veque
Note: All Kathryn’s novels are designed to be read as stand-alones, although many have cross-over characters or cross-over family groups. Novels that are grouped together have related characters or family groups. You will notice that some series have the same books; that is because they are cross-overs. A hero in one book may be the secondary character in another.
There is NO reading order except by chronology, but even in that case, you can still read the books as stand-alones. No novel is connected to another by a cliff hanger, and every book has an HEA.
Series are clearly marked. All series contain the same characters or family groups except the American Heroes Series, which is an anthology with unrelated characters.
For more information, find it in A Reader’s Guide to the Medieval World of Le Veque.
Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Kathryn Le Veque Novels
Author’s Note
The Legend of the Earth and the Sky
Chapter One
C
hapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
About Kathryn Le Veque
AUTHOR’S NOTE
When the lovely and talented Emma Prince first approached me about doing a duet, I thought it sounded like a lot of fun. We came up with the idea of two brothers on a wild search for a bride and the first one that married inherited the earldom.
These were never meant to be big books (unusual for me), so take this for what it is – a fun, short story. Since I wanted this to be a light romp, I took inspiration from one of the most romantic movies I know – a film called Friendly Persuasion starring Gary Cooper and Dorothy McGuire. There’s a particular scene in it where Gary Cooper’s character and his son, played by Anthony Perkins, come across a widow and her three daughters who are quite man-hungry. I thought it would be a lot of fun to put that same situation into Medieval times, when a man seeking a bride comes across women who are more desperate than he is. I’ve given it my twist and added a few things, but that was my inspiration.
But why is this romantic, you ask? Because the movie came out in 1956, when my father was sixteen years of age, and when he met my mother a couple of years later, they both loved the movie so much that inscribed on my father’s wedding band are the words from the theme song of that movie – Thee I Love. So, both the movie and that song mean something to me and to my parents. Pretty romantic, wouldn’t you say?
Now that you know my inspiration and the back story behind it, I hope you enjoy this short little romp into the borders between England and Scotland, where an arrogant young knight comes face to face with his bad decision making – but happy ending!
Hugs,
The Legend of the Earth and the Sky
The Succession Crisis of the Earldom of Drumburgh
1300 A.D.
To the last Earl of Drumburgh and his wife, twin sons were born on the cusp of a bright summer morning.
Roget de la Haye and his wife, Julia, had waited a very long time for a child. From the day of their marriage until sixteen years later, they had prayed for a son. The years passed and the prayers went unanswered until, finally, Julia was with child. Roget cared for the woman himself, personally tending to her every need, doing everything he could to ensure that his wife and son thrived. Joy and gratitude filled the couple, spilling over into the daily lives of those who lived in the earldom, and happiness reigned. It was known as the Time of Great Joy throughout the land, a time of celebration and thanks.
And then came the birth.
Or births, as it were. Instead of one son, there were two, and in the excitement of two heirs, the old midwife neglected to mark the firstborn son. It was a mistake that should have been paramount to Roget but, unfortunately, something else had his attention –
The loss of his wife.
The strain of the birth was too much on her weakened body. As Julia lay dying, Roget held her hand and wept, listening to her speak of what she saw from the window of their bower, a window that faced north over the channel of the River Eden.
Julia seemed resigned to her death. She wasn’t distressed, nor did she weep alongside her husband. She spoke of the world and its beauty, of the hopes she had for her sons, and of a falcon she saw soaring in the sky above the river, a falcon she was certain had come to escort her to her heavenly reward. She spoke of the gentle current of the river, and how it was much like life itself – ever-flowing, full of mystery, but never predictable.
When Julia passed, her last thought was of the bucolic and gentle river.
But Roget’s grief knew no limits. When presented with his sons, healthy and screaming, it was all he could do to force himself to look upon them. Their births, so long awaited, had killed his beloved. It was difficult not to hate the infants for what they’d done but, in the same breath, Roget knew they were a living, breathing testament to Julia. She had died to give them life and they were part of her. He named them for the last earthly visions Julia spoke of – Falcon and River.
The boys grew.
Falcon and River did not look alike, but they had much the same disposition – aggressive, intelligent, strong, and humorous. They loved one another deeply, yet there was an inherent sense of competition between them. The fact that neither one knew who was first in the birth order never mattered; they were simply brothers, and any competition between them was purely sibling rivalry.
But the birth order mattered to Roget.
Therefore, on the eve of the anniversary of Julia’s death, thirty years before, Roget gathered his sons for a critical discussion. The time had come for them to determine who was to be the next earl and because of the midwife’s failure those years ago, Roget had presented the issue to his clansman and they had arrived at a logical solution.
Marriage.
The first brother to marry would inherit the earldom.
Falcon and River hadn’t shown much interest in marriage until that fateful day but, now, the moment was upon them. Each brother believed that he would make the better earl and now the moment had come for them to prove it. The first one to take a wife would assume the title of Earl of Drumburgh and the loser would inherit only at his brother’s pleasure. He could inherit something, or nothing.
The power would belong to the heir.
Brotherly love aside, Roget’s directive now pitted son against son. Each man would have to prove his worth and reach for the prize – the Earldom of Drumburgh.
But he would have to find a wife first.
Would he be foolish and take the first woman who agreed? Or would he use his common sense and realize this was not a short victory, but a lifelong conquest. Fine women were rare; common women were not.
To the winner would go the spoils.
Or the curse…
CHAPTER ONE
1330 A.D.
Arcmare Castle near Drumburgh
A storm was pounding overhead, with lightning streaking across the sky and the smell of wet earth heavy in the air. Oddly enough, not even an hour before, the sky had been clear. But in that hour, so very much had happened.
A legacy was at stake.
River de la Haye was dashing across the bailey with a purpose. He was looking for someone, someone who might hold the key to everything that was important to him – the assumption of the Earldom of Drumburgh.
But there was a catch.
He had to find a wife first.
He still couldn’t believe it, but that’s what his dying father had told him. The man’s health hadn’t been good for some time, a disease of the lungs, and as the rest of Drumburgh had watched and waited for the man to die, River and his brother, Falcon, had watched with a heavy heart.
The heirs to Drumburgh knew their father’s death was coming; death came for everyone. There was no avoiding that particular fact of life. But they had been hoping, unreasonably, that death would bypass their elderly father. He was the only parent they had left. Even though the sons were well into adulthood, losing a parent made them feel like orphans.
But Roget de la Haye had expectations of his sons before he passed on and those expectations had just been discussed in a gathering with their father not moments earlier. In the House of de la Haye, there was a crisis of succession.
Everyone knew it was coming. Ever since twins River and Falcon had been born and the foolish midwife had forgotten to mark the firstborn, everyone knew this moment would eventually come. Even River and Falcon knew it, but it was never something they discussed. As brothers, they were inordinately close. They loved one another deeply. But the crisis of succession was about to make competitors out of them.
It was something River had been dreading.
Whoever marries first shall inherit the earldom.
That had been his father’s directive, unexpected but not surprising. There had to be a determining factor but no one had expected marriage to be that mark. Once he’d heard those words, and a few more,
he’d kissed his father and bolted from the great hall of Drumburgh, his mind whirling with what he’d been told, searching for an answer that would make him the earl.
No offense against his brother, but this was a battle he was going to win.
Leaving his brother still at his father’s side, River had bolted from the hall and even now was heading for the stables. He was looking for someone in particular, an old man who liked to drink heavily of the cheap ale that the brew wife made and then find a cozy place in the stables to sleep off his binge.
A man who had been his mother’s brother.
They called him Deoch, which meant “drunk” in the Gaelic tongue. Everyone knew of Deoch, whose real name was Sir Douglas Ashby-Kidd. He had been their mother’s younger ne’er-do-well brother and had been living at Arcmare Castle since Julia’s marriage to Roget. River and Falcon had taken to calling their drunken, slothful uncle “Duchy” at a very young age, which wasn’t terribly close to Deoch, but close enough.
It was Duchy that River was searching for.
As the storm raged overhead, River found himself in the stable. The smell of animals and hay was strong in his nostrils as he made his way straight to the loft where his uncle usually slept off his drinking marathons. Climbing the ladder into the dark and cramped place, he was rewarded with the vision of shoes several feet away. He knew those shoes were attached to a familiar body. Heaving himself up into the loft, he crawled on all fours until he came to the shoes. Then, he yanked on a foot.
He pulled so hard that the hay fell away from a figure bundled in tattered, smelly wool. “Ooch!” a man yelled. “What’s wanting?”
“Wake up, Duchy,” River said grimly. “I must speak with ye.”
Duchy peered at his nephew in the dim light. “River,” he said with disgust. “Why did ye wake me? I’m in no condition to speak at the moment.”
River shook the man’s foot again, so hard that his entire body rattled. “I care not,” he said “Father summoned Falcon and me within the last hour to tell us something and I must speak with ye about it. If ye do not get up, I’ll find a bucket of icy water to throw on ye.”
Duchy immediately sat up because he knew his nephew was quite serious. “I’m up,” he grunted. “No need for violence, River. What’s this about Roget?”