To Every Love There is a Season: A historical Romance of the Scottish Border in the reign of King Jo

by Marissa St. James

  Ellen's mouth dropped open, then closed again, at a loss for words. This was the one thing she had hoped for, but the last she had expected from David. Throwing her arms about his neck, she rained quick kisses all about his handsome features. "Why?" she asked, the only word she could express, but not the one she knew he expected.

  David laughed. He held her shoulders for a brief moment, then slid his hands down the length of her arms and held her hands. He stepped back, putting a little distance between them. He ignored her question. "Your father and I spoke at length earlier, and he has given his permission, if you are willing."

  Again she asked, "Why?"

  "Why?" Her repeated question puzzled him.

  "Why do you wish to marry me?" Ellen looked exasperated, as if it should be obvious what she meant.

  "Because," he replied simply, "You are the only one I could ever love. You are the lady of my heart. There could never be another like you."

  Ellen breathed a sigh of relief. "You have given me the answer I long waited and hoped for. Yes, David, I would be your wife."

  David leaned back for a moment. Once more, he brushed at the dirt stain on her face and laughed when her cheeks turned crimson. "You are beautiful when you blush, Lady of my heart. I must be back in Scotland in a few days, but I shall hurry my return. What do you think of a Christmas wedding?"

  "That would be perfect, David. I can not think of a better time for us. After all, it was at Christmas when we first met."

  David took her hands in his and drew her up by his side. "Shall we go in and tell your father of our decision? You can make your plans while I am away."

  Within days, the betrothal contract was agreed upon and signed, and David returned to Scotland. Ellen whirled about, performing her duties without giving them much thought. How could anyone not be as happy as she was? Lady Margaret often had to bring Ellen's attention back to her work, but nothing could dispel the happiness filling every inch of Ellen's being.

  * * *

  Ellen studied the profusion of flowers in the garden, inhaled their scents, and cut a variety of blooms for the solar. She paid little attention to the squires following her sister Kitty along the garden path. Geoffrey stood by the kitchen door, talking animatedly with Sarah, the steward's daughter. Ellen saw how the girl flirted and held the squire's attention, but Geoffrey was soon distracted by Kitty's presence, and turned away from Sarah.

  Everyone knew Sarah was not about to let the duke's daughter garner all the attention for herself. Ellen watched her stalk over to the small group, and push her way between two young men. Kitty's laughter stopped abruptly as the young woman stood before her, hands resting on her hips in a defiant pose. Ellen saw Sarah's blue eyes narrow, and her full lips purse into a thin line.

  "One man is not enough for you, is it? You are not content until you have the attention of every male around you. Your arrogance will be your undoing."

  The duke's youngest daughter stepped away, surprised at the vehemence of the other girl's anger. Ellen held her breath, waiting for her sister's reaction. Kitty's quiet personality was well liked and she had never had to confront another person's accusations. Ellen sighed as Kitty broke away from the small group and ran toward the castle.

  Sarah called out, "May you never know happiness in this world, Katherine Ravencliff."

  Ellen grabbed her basket of cut flowers and hurried over to the group as they watched Kitty run off. Two of the squires quickly stepped aside as Ellen confronted the steward's angry daughter. "Your jealousy will gainyou nothing, Sarah. My sister did nothing wrong. Perhaps if you stopped trying so hard, you would have what you want." Ellen flicked her skirts away from the other girl, then hurried after her sister.

  Kitty sat on the floor in the solar. One arm rested against the edge of a chair, where she leaned her head. Ellen heard the soft sobs, and quietly closed the solar door to ensure their privacy. The basket of flowers was placed on a chair, then she knelt beside her sister, stroking the blond hair. "I have never known you to run from someone, the way you ran from Sarah just now."

  Kitty looked up at her sister, then wiped away the tears trickling down her cheeks. "No one has ever spoken to me with such hatred in their eyes. I do not try to get every boy's attention for myself."

  "Of course you do not. You are just like Mama. Papa often said Mama could attract attention like flowers attract bees. It just happened. Do not worry about Sarah. She envies you and does not know what to do about it. I do not think she really meant what she said, but I fear one day she may come to regret her words."

  Ellen stood and pulled Kitty to her feet, and offered her a handkerchief to wipe her eyes. "I could use some help in arranging these flowers in here. And perhaps a bit of advice about my new clothes would be so very helpful. You always have such wonderful ideas."

  Kitty rubbed at her wet cheeks and laughed. "That is because you are always so busy learning to hunt. You never have time to become more skilled in the gentler arts. Does David know?"

  Ellen stared at her sister, but accepted the remarks good-naturedly. "Would you have me change now? I think David may be disappointed when he learns where my skills lie."

  "I think David will always love you, no matter your skills. Now tell me what you have in mind. Has Aunt Margaret planned your wedding dress yet?"

  "No, but not for lack of trying. I have been so hard to please. Nothing seems right, and she has all but given up on me. She said I should ask you for ideas, but have not had the opportunity until now. I fear there will be no gown ready when the time comes."

  "Fear not, sister, you shall have your wedding gown with time to spare." Kitty's face lit up with the challenge. "What do you think of this idea?"

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  The time passed in a flurry of excitement. Ellen spent hours going over details of the coming celebration. At times she despaired of ever having everything ready. Old Gwennyth clucked and assured her all brides had the same fears; all would be ready in time. Kitty laughed with amusement, promising the same would never happen to her. This would be a Christmas Ellen would remember all her life.

  Summer turned to autumn and Ellen gloried in the colors of the season, seeing them through different eyes. Everything was brighter; mornings were crisper, the air was clearer. Days grew shorter, and heightened her anticipation. Each day that passed and did not bring a message from her betrothed, would leave Ellen feeling downcast and in doubt of David's love for her. Did every bride feel the way she did now as her special day approached, emotions riding up and down like a frequently used bucket in a well? Margaret assured Ellen the feelings were normal and not all brides were as fortunate as she was.

  On Christmas morning, Ellen paused in her duties and closed her eyes. Tonight, she would be David's wife. Lady Ross. It slipped over her tongue like a sweet delicacy. She counted herself fortunate her father allowed her to marry for love, rather than choose a husband for his own reasons. Most marriages were based on connections for money and power.

  As Gwennyth promised, preparations were completed on time. Ellen kept busy, greeting guests and making arrangements for their stay. Below, in the kitchens, servants scurried about preparing the feast that would follow the mass and wedding. Mouth watering aromas blended with the scent of pine from the many green branches decorating the hall.

  Daylight faded on the short day and Ellen fretted. No sign of David. His message assured her he would be there in time to say his vows, but he had not yet arrived. Gordon paced about, eager to see his friend. Ellen sensed her brother's niggling doubt David might not appear, and wondered how her father could entertain the all ready assembled guests with joyful good humor.

  Ellen stared out over the wall walk. Torch flames flickered in the winter wind, making it almost impossible to see if David might be at the gate. Had something delayed him? Could he have changed his mind?

  Kitty found Ellen staring into the courtyard, the cold wind blowing against her face. Her cheeks glowed with color. "Why are you not in
your chamber, getting ready?"

  "David has not arrived. He has changed his mind and does not wish to wed with me after all. What am I to do, Kitty?" Ellen was on the edge of panic, pulling the edge of her cloak through her fingers.

  "You will return to your chamber, where Gwennyth and Muriel can help prepare you for the ceremony." Kitty gently tugged on her sister's arm. "You are nervous, Ellen. Everything will be fine. David loves you and he will be here. Come, there is still much to be done before the afternoon has fled." Kitty led her sister back to her chamber to begin dressing, while assuring her all would be well.

  Ellen luxuriated in the hot bath water a half dozen boys had hauled up to her chamber. Rose petals floated on the water, their once velvet surfaces soaking in the moisture. She sank down into the water until it was up to her chin. Her hair floated about on the surface, until Muriel dipped her hand into a tin of soft soap, and applied it to Ellen's scalp. Ellen sighed with pleasure, as the soap was rinsed and her hair was wrapped in a linen square. Hints of fragrance were released as the strands were carefully dried, and combed.

  Ellen stood very still as the new gown was slipped over her head. The forest green velvet skimmed her slender figure, accenting her height. Kitty's sewing needle created magic in the simple gold design decorating hems of skirt and sleeves, and around the modest v-shaped neckline. A girdle of gold and green sat lightly on her hips. Ellen skimmed a hand over the soft fabric, smoothing the skirts of her gown. Her hair was smoothly arranged down her back, and a golden circlet decorated with small emeralds was placed on her head. This would be the last time she would publicly wear her hear loose.

  The maids giggled as one of them opened the bedchamber door. Ellen felt beautiful, but still doubtful, as Gordon stood in the doorway, dressed in his finest. He was ready to escort her to the great hall where their father waited. " You are a beautiful bride, Ellen. David is a very lucky man."

  Ellen blushed under her brother's gaze. "You say that because you are anxious to have him as a brother." She fastened the cloak Gwennyth placed over her shoulders.

  "After all these years, you doubt the word of your brother now?" Gordon placed a hand over his heart and took a step backward. "You wound me, sister." He laughed as Ellen rested her hand on his arm. "I must admit, you are partly right," he added. "But I have known for years, you and David belong together. Come. Papa waits for us belowstairs. I will not see my sister late for her wedding." Gordon's infectious grin scattered Ellen's remaining doubts.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Hugh, stood tall and appeared every bit the stern father, but the formality of his stance softened as his eldest daughter glided toward him. His eyes misted with pride as he took Ellen's hand and guided her out the great hall toward the castle's chapel. How had he been so blessed with this beautiful daughter? So much like his own Anne, in temperament. He found himself thinking of his wife, wishing she could be here to see her eldest daughter married. Memories of his beloved wife would have to suffice. Torches set in sconces on the keep walls cast wavering shadows across the new fallen snow. Wedding guests huddled in fur lined cloaks, waited in the crisp cold night air, clearing a path for the duke and his daughter. Kitty and Geoffrey followed closely behind them, standing close together to hide entwined fingers.

  David's father, Alex, escorted Margaret in the procession, and they spoke softly, casting frequent glances toward Ellen. "Does something distress you, Lady Margaret?" He heard the note of anxiety in her voice.

  "I cannot help but worry Nicholas will try something foolish. He has seen Ellen as his bride and cannot be pleased with this turn of affairs."

  "Do not worry," Alex patted her hand and added assuringly, "No one will dare interfere in this marriage. My son has seen to it nothing will mar Ellen's special day."

  * * *

  As they drew closer to the chapel, a jumble of thoughts raced through Ellen's head. Would David change his mind at the last minute and ride back to Scotland? Could she truly be the sort of wife David expected her to be? What of the wedding night? Margaret had told her what to expect, but it did nothing to lessen her fears. Her steps faltered as doubts assailed her. Her confidence returned as her father gave her hand a light squeeze. Yes, this was what she truly wanted, and she cast all doubts to the cold evening air, as they approached the steps.

  Ellen's soft gray eyes glowed with happiness when she saw David waiting at the chapel steps. How handsome he looked tonight. She missed him so much during these last six months. She breathed a silent sigh of relief. He was here, safe; he had not changed his mind. Hugh placed Ellen's hand in David's, then stepped aside leaving the bridal couple to stand alone before Father Bernard.

  * * *

  Nicholas watched the couple exchange vows, and noted Bernard's glowering look. The dark expression quickly disappeared, while Nicholas' anger simmered close to the surface. It was no secret how the priest and the nobleman's son felt about that Scottish upstart. David did not deserve to have Ellen. The Scots had no need of her dowry, nor did they have the right to claim English monies or land. Nicholas did. Once again, his plans were thwarted. He rubbed the faint scar running down the right side of his face from temple to jaw. He owed Gordon for that scar, and now he owed David, as well, for taking Ellen from him.

  Hugh's daughter should have been Nicholas' bride. Eventually, he would collect payment from both men for the wrongs done him. He would keep watch for an opportunity to regain what rightfully belonged to him.

  * * *

  The feasting and celebrating had already begun within the castle walls. As the wedding party entered the great hall, David caught Ellen and held her captive in the archway. She looked up at him, a question in her eyes.

  David laughed. "Time to lay aside old grudges, my lady wife. Do you forgive my long absence of these past months?"

  "Of course. You have your duties, as do I."

  "Are you sure?"

  "It was not of your own choosing. Of course, I forgive you." Ellen saw no point to the questions when she understood duty would always play an important part in their lives.

  David kissed her soundly, then looked up at the top of the archway.

  Ellen saw his wide grin and followed his gaze. A sprig of mistletoe, tied securely to a long piece of twine, dangled overhead. The guests behind them laughed. Ellen flushed crimson.

  Hugh and Gordon stood behind them, beaming with delight. Few maidens were fortunate enough to marry for love. Alex spoke quietly to them, adding his own thoughts of delight for his son. "I recall the little girl who first made you welcome here at Ravencliff over ten years ago." He turned to the bride. "You have become a lovely young woman, and, I believe, you could easily put many court ladies to shame. I am pleased to call you daughter."

  David slipped an arm about Ellen's slender waist and gently pulled her close to his side, chuckling at the constant, becoming blush of her cheeks. "My sprite will never be a biddable wife, father, but she will always be full of surprises. We will have a good marriage."

  The wedding party took their places at the head table, amidst cheers and well wishes from the guests. Wine flowed freely and food was plentiful, but Ellen barely knew what was placed before her. David offered her the most tender cuts of meat and shared his cup of wine. Minstrels played softly amid the laughter and chatter of the guests. Servants scurried about, refilling wine cups, removing empty platters and placing more trays of food on the tables.

  The guests attention was directed toward the head table where Gordon stood, waiting. "Friends," he shouted over the laughter. "A toast, if you will." Voices quieted and all attention went to Gordon. "A toast, to Lord and Lady Ross. May the union of the Scot's gypsy stallion and Ravencliff's unicorn be a fruitful one." He laughed in delight as he watched his sister blush once more, and hide her face behind David's shoulder.

  The guests laughed and cheered. Gordon stepped down from the high table, still grinning at his sister's flushed cheeks, then stopped beside a canvas covered object leaning against the
wall. "My wedding gift to you." He pulled the covering to reveal a new shield. A black stallion and white unicorn reared up, facing each other, a red rose between them. A gold border surrounded the rich green background.

  "This is magnificent, Gordon," David declared, joining his friend to better admire the workmanship. "Thank you." He clapped Gordon on the shoulder in appreciation.

  "A toast." Nicholas stood unsteadily, raising high the cup he held. "Be careful the horn of the unicorn. It can geld when least provoked." He gulped down the rest of his wine and looked around for a serving maid to refill his cup.

  Ellen held her breath as Gordon, angered by the veiled insult, started toward the nobleman. She sighed as a hand clamped down on his shoulder.

  "Let it go, Gordon," David advised quietly. "He is drunk and no one takes him seriously. You and I know what he is about. Would you spoil your sister's wedding with violence?"

  Gordon relaxed slightly under David's hand, and both young men returned to the head table. He frequently glanced Nicholas' way, and Ellen could tell her brother was expecting the drunken guest to be brewing up some trouble. Entertainment started up again and was merry, laughter rang throughout the hall and most appetites were well satisfied, as the evening fled.

  "My lady," Muriel whispered to Ellen. "Time to go up and prepare."

  Ellen's flush deepened and she looked to David. "Go ahead, sweeting," he smiled. "I will join you shortly."

  David heard the mumblings of a drunken Nicholas, as both men watched Ellen climb the stairs to her chamber with Muriel close behind.

  "She should have been my bride," Nicholas grumbled between gulps of wine. It was obvious he did not care who heard him. He grabbed at a nearby servant and demanded his cup be refilled.