THE CHRIRTMAS WISH


PROLOGUE


Visborg castle, Gotland....

George Thernhard, the Crown Prince of Gotland and his teenage son, Gustaf, were arguing in the hallway of the east wing of the castle.  The wall touches seemed to flare as their voices rose to shouts.
“Nay I will not!” Gustaf yelled and turned from his father.  
“My son, you must apology to Lady Madden.”
“Why?  She should not have been standing so close to the door.
It is not my fault she was hurt!”
“If you did not barge into the room like wild boar, this would have not happened!  The older mans face grew dark as he looked at his son’s back. “Gustaf Andrew I swear, your still young enough to get a good flogging!”
Gustaf turned his dark eyes on his father; they blazed as he stared at him.  Looking down, he sighed clenching his teeth.
“I will say my peace. Were is she?”
“In the infirmary, as I believe you have broken her arm, now go!” Turning he pushed Gustaf ahead of him.  
What am I to do? Prince George thought. We tried every form of discipline, we shown him love but; there must be something that can calm his heart. I fear his rages will be his destruction.

Chapter 1

It was late November.
I was traveling on the road south from the mountains.  The winter air chilled my bones as I fought against the wind.  I had lived for sixteen years with my father, Carl Anderson, in our cabin in the mountains. My father was part of the search and rescue team in the Gotland Alps. He was revered as a great mountaineer and died saving some skiers in an avalanche.
I was alone in the mountains but I knew I could survive as I could hunt and I still had a winter store of food.
But then our cabin burned down without warning with all its contents.  Now I must find somewhere else to live.
Perhaps I can find work in the village?
As I traveled I thought of different places to find work.  There was the bakery, and the dressmaker’s shop.  These things I knew how to do well. As the day wore on I began to tire and stopped to rest.  The long road that led to the village seemed never to end.  I sat down on a log at the side of the road and looked around. I must get to the village before dark, as the temperature will drop dangerously low. The furs I wore were not enough protection from freezing temperatures this climate experienced at night. Despair came over me as I sat there, I was exhausted and cold.  So this is my death I thought as I looked up at the large snowflakes as they fell around me.  A short life, I can at least say I received one kiss.  The sound of hoof beats came to my ears, I looked down the rode to see a great white horse cantering toward me.  His big hooves plowed through the snow as he approached.  Upon its back was a knight in gleaming armor, a long red cape on his shoulders.  The knight pulled the great horse to a stop and lifted his visor.
“Excuse me m’lady, are you lost?” he said.
I stood up, my bones hurt as I eased myself off the log.
“Nay sir knight, I was on my way to the village to find work as I am out of house and home.” I turned to go but the knight smiled and put out his hand.
“If m'lady would come with me I will see you are well cared for.”  
I stepped back in fear.  I did not know this knight, he could easily ravage me and leave me to die.
“Thank you nay sir knight, I will make my way now.”  His light blue eyes held a hint of sadness as I turned from him.  Then he smiled and pulled off his right gauntlet, as he did I saw his tabard, it was blue and had a crown over a red and orange rising sun.  He held out his hand to me and showed me his ring of state.
“You may trust me m’lady, he said in a fatherly tone, I am Prince George Michael Thernhard; I would never hurt you.  Come, my lady wife will care for you.” I looked at him in shock; he was the Crown Prince of Gotland!  
“Your highness,” I curtseyed.  The prince smiled as I took his arm and climbed up into the saddle before him. He wrapped his cloak around me and I settled down on his chest.  I could not believe this was happening, perhaps I am dead?
“Hold on to me tight now.” He said above the wind and turning the horse around started back down the road. As we traveled I told the prince of my plight.  He was very concerned and vowed to help me as I was one of his subjects and he cared for all of us.  As we came up the crest of the hill I looked up and gasped, before me was a majestic castle.  Colorful banners flew from its many spires.  Shields of all his majesty’s knights hung on the ramparts.  I had never seen a royal castle before being brought up in the mountains. My mother die when I was small, my father and I had never traveled this far before. As we road past the gatehouse I notice many people working in the courtyard. No doubt they were getting ready for Christmas activities.  The prince pulled to a stop just before the drawbridge.  He looked at me and smiled as he saw the look of wonder on my face.  
“Come now, there is a lot to see hear”.  He lifted me effortlessly from the horses back and placed me down on a mounting block a steward had placed next to the horse.  He dismounted, and taking off his helm led me into the castle.  
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Chapter 1....

“Wait here my dear, I will be back with my wife.”  With that he turned and left the room. Many courtiers milled about and children played with dolls and toy swords.  It was a very warm atmosphere. As I looked around I noticed a young man standing in the far corner under the shadow of a suit of armor. He was tall and broad shouldered. Dressed in knights garb, he wore a chainmail shirt over which was the same tabard the prince wore. A large sword hung from his trim waist. Thick, glossy black bangs hung over his eyes as he stared into a gold bejeweled chalice, which he held to his chest. I found I was staring. Not wanting to be rude I turned, just as I did he looked up. My eyes beheld two sparkling black diamonds. I was stuck like an animal caught in the light.  I felt my heart beating hard, all other sounds disappeared as my heart beat drummed in my ears.  His expression was one of a wild animal, hard and mean. I blinked slowly and for a second he expression softened.  If I wasn’t mistaken it was a look of longing.  
“Here we are.” Prince George said as he came up to me with a lady. She smiled and put out her hands.
“I am Princess Carina, my husband has told me all about you. We have a job for you here in the castle, come let us find you a room.”  I looked at them.  
“Thank you your highnesses, you are so kind.” I curtseyed holding back my tears.
“My child, Carina said, what is you name?”
“I am Kristin Anderson your highness.” I looked at tall lady before me; she had warm brown hair done in braids and emerald green eyes. Her forest green dress hung loosely around her midsection, as she was at least four months pregnant.

As I went with Carina I turned and looked back for I wanted to see that knight, but he was gone.  George noticed my glance and raising an eyebrow looked about the room.
Carina took me to a spacious chamber. Rich oak furniture was spread throughout and deep red carpets covered the floor. The canopy bed was very large and hung with blue drapes embroidered with a pattern of gold and silver horses. A small blue shield hung above the headboard, over it was a set of fancy throwing knives spread out in a fan pattern. The blue coverlet was thick and embroidered with the royal crest, a large rising sun in hues of red and orange. The blue pillows were trimmed in a crown motif done is gold thread.  What wonderful craftsmanship I thought as I looked at these beautiful things.  The room had a warm inviting feeling to it that made me feel very comfortable.
“This is a lovely room your highness, I hope I haven’t put anyone out.”
“Nay, Carina smiled, this is my son’s room, he will stay with his brother for awhile till we can get you your own.”
Taking in my surroundings I could tell that this was a man’s room. There were swords of all shapes and sizes lined up against the far wall, the smell of saddle soap permeated the air.  A young girl came to the door and curtsied.  Carina brought her over to me.
“This is Sarah, she is one of my ladies in waiting. I will assign her to you, she will make sure your well looked after.”
Sarah was my own age and had such a sweet smile, he brown hair was done up in buns around her head, her cheeks shined as she bowed.  
“Thank you your highness, I am overwhelmed.” Carina smiled and took my hands.
“You have been through so much but it will be alright, you need a nice bath and a rest.”  
As the princess left Sarah and I curtsied.  She looked at me and giggled.  I smiled, she was so sweet, and her white pinny was stained with chocolate, I could tell she was into the Christmas candy early. Sarah had a tub brought in and filled it with water. I took a long bath in front of the fire. It had been a long time since I could enjoy such a luxury and I sat back and looked around the room. On the mantle piece over the fire was an ornate walnut clock flanked by trophies.  Each one was for a different event, jousting, sword fighting, and longbow.  He is quite skilled I thought to myself.  Sarah was sitting next to me mending a pair of sox’s, she giggled as I looked around.
“I see your looking at his trophies” I looked at her.
“Who is he?”
 “Prince Gustaf.” she stated in a deep mocking voice and shot me smile.
“What are you trying to say Sarah?”
 “Oh nothing.” She went back to her sewing.
 “Am I in danger?” I gave her a frightened look.
“Nay, but I think the prince is.” she giggled.  I looked at the fire, what would a prince want of me?  I am not a princess, but that knight.  I cannot shake his gaze from my mind. After my bath I ate and then dressed in some nightclothes that Sarah brought me.  The room felt so warm and comfortable, the scent of saddle soap made me feel a home in a way. So many weapons and trophies, this prince must like to fightI had never heard of Prince Gustaf before, but there was one Prince we all feared, the Black Prince.  It had been years since he had been to my village and we all thanked god for that. But now all I could think of was rest. Yawning, I went to the big bed and pulled back the covers. Sarah made sure I had all I needed.
“Goodnight m’lady, if you need anything pull this cord.” She pointed to a long red velvet rope ending in a tassel that hung next to the bed.
“I will, good night Sarah.”
The girl smiled and left to her room.  I laid back and put my face into the soft pillows.  The smelled musky but clean.  Hmm…I thought like a man should smell.  

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Chapter 1...

Just as I was falling asleep I thought I heard a sound.  Perhaps it was a mouse? Not caring, I let myself drift off.  I awoke to feel a hand on my arm. I froze, fear came to my heart.  Then I felt the softest lips touch mine, I felt wisps of hair fall around my neck and chest. His chin brushed me gently, I could feel the rough regrowth of his beard. The tender lips were kissing so gently, I could smell leather and horses. Am I dreaming? But I knew I was awake.  The musky sent I smelled on the pillows filled me lungs.  Slowly the lips withdrew, I heard footsteps quietly go to the door.  I chanced a look, as the door opened I saw the face of the man who had kissed me and my heart stopped.  It was the knight I had saw in the great hall!  His dark eyes were full of longing as he silently stepped into the hall and closed the door.  I smiled, so many thing have happened, in one day I was saved from death, given a job in a splendid castle and…I think I have meet that special someone my heart has longed for.

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Chapter 2

The next day I started my new job, I was to work with the seamstress’s mending and repairing dresses and clothing.  The head seamstress, Millie, a short plump woman in her fifties with long blond braids arranged around her head set me to work.  I mended dresses and the like, the other girl were very chatty and talked about many things.  Millie walked in with a frustrated look on her face.
“That man has done it again!” she scowled. I looked up to see her holding set of richly embroidered horse trapping.  All the girls shrugged and turned away.
“Oh they are beautiful,” I said. “I will work on them”.  Everyone stared at me in horror.
“Those belong to Prince Gustaf, no stitches can ever fix the messes he makes.” Andrea said.
“Aye.” the other girls chimed in. I raised my chin.
“I have climbed mountains, skinned deer and set broken bones, I can do this.”  I took the trappings into my lap. “He will never break these stitches again”.  Millie looked to see Prince Gustaf at the door; he was looking at Kristin with admiration.  I looked up as I felt a gaze trained at my back, but no one was there.  Reaching into my pocket of my smock I took out my own set of sewing things. The girls gathered around me as I sewed.
“This thread is made from deer gut and is as strong as leather.  So when the prince pulls back hard on the reins he will not tear the coverings.” Millie smiled.
“His highness will be impressed, still nothing seems to satisfy Prince Gustaf.”
“Why pray tell?” I looked up at her. Millie sighed and pulling up her chair began her story.
 “Prince Gustaf has always been the castle brat, he was stronger and taller then the other children and always got his way. His ego increased as his skills on the field became the very best here in Gotland. He has won every joust he’s ever attended. It is said there is no weapon he cannot use.  Hence, he has became lofty and self-righteous”.
 “Why was he not corrected?”
“Oh his parents tried there best to keep Gustaf in line, but everyday he managed to get into more trouble.”  I looked at Millie.
 “I have never seen the prince, pray, what does he look like?”
“Handsome.” Lily piped up before looking back down at her work quickly. Millie sighed.
  “It is true, Prince Gustaf is very handsome.”  
“Aye, shame though as he want’s no women and none want him for his heart is cold.” Andrea said breaking a thread between her teeth. I looked at Millie.
“I see, doesn’t he know anything of love?”  All the girls giggled as a blush came to my face.  
“Ah but you do, your face is flushed, pray tell who has caught you eye?” Millie put her finger to her nose. “I can tell” she smiled. Holding onto the horse trapping tightly I looked up.
“I saw a knight the other day and I dare say I was taken by his rough good looks.”  
“Oh!” the girls all chimed in. “Tell us!”  
I wasn’t use to such banter and being the center of attention was not a comfortable feeling.
“Well, I saw him in the great hall upon my arrival. He has the most striking dark eyes and hair as black as jet and a strong square chin with a deep clef in it. He was tall with very broad shoulders and he wore knight’s colors, blue like this.” I held up the bride cover.  
Everyone stared at me.
“Did he speak to you?” Andrea’s voice croaked in a whisper.
“Nay...” I looked at there bewildered faces. “I don’t understand.”
Millie looked at me then smiled.
“Perhaps you are the Christmas wish he prays for every night.”
 “Who?” As I looked at her a ball turned in the pit of my stomach, this conversation was getting out of hand. I could feel their eyes one me.
“His Royal Highness, Prince Gustaf Andrew Thernhard II, heir to the throne of Gotland to be exact.”  
I sat back and trembled, it made sense now.  It was he who came and kissed me, someone so tough and mean to give me a tender kiss and be so very shy.  I smiled, a warm blush sat on my cheeks, the other girls stared in wonder.
“Back to work everyone.” Millie called.  


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Chapter 2...

Later that evening I went to the chapel for evening prayer. Sarah covered me in a soft white fur cape.  I took my tiny bible and made my way across the snow covered ground to the chapel.  As I walked I wished I had ridden, as it was a long way.  I heard a horse coming and moved out of the way.  The rider stopped and called to me.
 “Pray does thou need a ride to the chapel?”  I turned to see a young man on a dark brown horse that I recognized from the castle.
“Thank you.” I said as I climbed up into the saddle.  
“I am Axle m’ lady, the king’s squire, he sent me out to make sure you were alright.”
“I must thank his majesty.” I smiled.  Axle took me to the chapel, he helped me off his horse and escorted me to the door, as we walked I saw a great gray steed tethered to a post.  The horse was wearing the same trapping I had repaired that afternoon.  He is here, dear god! My heart began to ring in my ears as I walked into the chapel.  There, kneeling before the altar was the prince. His long black hair was drawn back in a ponytail and his hands were clasped together in pray.  He was looking up at a stained glass window with the image of St George pieced together in jewel colored glass.  Silently I took a pew to the right of him.  I watched as he prayed, I could see a tear run down his strong face. I wanted so badly to comfort him.  I leaned forward at bit; he stood abruptly and whirled around.  I was caught and there was no time to hide my face.  Gustaf glared.  A snarl rose on his lips as he stepped down from the altar and walked up to me.
 “What are you looking at!” his deep commanding voice echoed through the chapel.  Tears rose in my eyes and spilled down my cheeks as he stared hard at me.  Nay, this was not fair.
“No one.” I snapped and pushed past him into the isle.  He grabbed my arm and swung me around hard.
“How dare you speak to royalty like that!” He growled.
“And how dare you speak to a lady in your manner sir and in a church no less!”
I pulled my arm away and turning half ran down the isle. Outside I looked for Axle but he was gone.  Turning I went to the big gray and untied him.  I patted his nose and climbed up on his back.  Taking the reins I  turned him around and nudged him forward.  Gustaf stormed out of the chapel.  
“Get off my horse women!”
“The walk would do you good your highness" I called and rode off to the castle.  
 

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Chapter 2...

As I rode I felt frightened but elated at the same time.  I had seen the Prince but his harsh words hurt, I had been warned, but the thought of his kiss washed all the hurt away as I rode through the snow.
 The steward was surprised to see me on Gustaf’s steed. He took the reins as I slide off the big horse.  Smiling, I went and petted his nose.  It was soft like velvet and marked with a pretty pink patch.
“I see Gallahad likes you,” the steward observed.
“It would seems so,” I giggled.
“It is odd, no one could ride him but the young prince”. The old man scratched his head under his hat. I shrugged.
I thanked the Steward and went up to my room.  As I closed the door it opened quickly behind me.  I turned to see Gustaf; his face was red and his breath short.
“I…. am sorry” He gritted his teeth and looked at the floor.  I could see he was cold and that he ran all the way. I threw off my cloak and taking his arm set him on the large sofa by the fire.  Gustaf sat and looked down at his hands as I put more wood on the fire.  
“I know a way to make your hands feel better.”
I sat next to him and gathered my courage.  I slowly put my hands on his, I noticed his palms were marked with calluses.  I could feel his eyes on me, my cheeks burned as I set to work.  Gently I rubbed his large hands, my shoulder was pressed against his and I could feel him tremble a bit.
“Why are you so nice to me after what I did?” he said quietly. His voice, it sounded so different, it was deep and rich and had a nice lilt to it.  I wanted hear it again.
“Because, I know that side of you is truly not who you are.”
Gustaf turned to me and looked into my eyes.
“How can you tell?”
“The tender kiss I received could only come form a man with a good heart.”  
A blush ran up Gustaf’s face and he looked down.
“I was hoping you would not know I kissed you, for only rouges kiss ladies in their sleep. You are the first lady I have ever kissed.”
I looked at him, his eyes were so sad as he stared at the floor; the circulation was coming back to his hands. Gustaf flexed his fingers and stood.
 “Thank you m’lady. I shall leave you to your rest as I have caused you enough grief tonight.”
I stood and looked up him; his dark features were highlighted by the firelight making him look fierce.  His deep brown eyes studied me as I grasped my skirts and curtseyed.
“Goodnight Prince Gustaf.” As I rose he took me in his arms.  I trembled; his embrace was gentle and inviting.  I could smell his musky scent and my heart began to hammer in my chest.
“This time my I ask you for a kiss?”
“You may...” I looked at his lips, my eyes closed as his met mine.  Such a sweet kiss.  I could feel him trembling; no doubt it was his first.
“Good night pretty angel.” His deep voice droned softy.  As he withdrew his warm arms from my waist I felt cold, as I wanted to stay in his embrace.
“Good night.” I whispered. He saw the look in my eyes and setting his square jaw firmly turned and left the room. That night I slept content, I had seen my prince and he kissed me with a passion I never felt before.  I hoped I would see his handsome face again.

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Chapter 3

The next day after my work was done a steward summoned me to the throne room.  I was nervous but stuck out my chin.  I hadn’t done anything wrong.   I walked in through the big double doors to see King Steven and Queen Gwen on their thrones, before them were Prince George and Prince Gustaf. King Steven was a hero amongst the people. Many years ago, before I was born, he saved out people from a horrible dragon who had terrorized to the Alps. Hence, he received the title of Dragonslayer. As a little girl I heard the valiant story of the then Prince Steven and the dragon. I could not believe I was going to meet the man who was a legend amongst my people.  I looked to him and the Queen, King Steven was dark like Gustaf, and his black hair was shot with gray, his beard were thick and framed his square chin sharply. He was very distinguished with deep blue eyes that were full of wisdom. Queen Gwen had a timeless beauty, a face as smooth as porcelain with emerald green eyes.  Her fiery red hair was braided and reached the floor.  I could feel Gustaf gaze on me, I tried not to look at him but he gave me a long look. His eyes were full of emotion; the deep longing was there as well. I stood before the King and Queen and curtseyed
“Your majesties.” I turned and curtseyed to Gustaf and George.  Dizziness came over me as I tried to rise, a hand steadied me, and it was Gustaf’s.  Our eyes met and for that brief moment.  Trembling, Gustaf went back to his place. The King turned to me and spoke.  
“I know what transpired last night at the chapel and I have set a punishment for my grandson.  He is to accompany you whenever you leave the castle and to be your protector hence forth”. I looked at Gustaf.  He stood tall and walking up to me drew his sword, he knelt before me and leaded on the blade.  Looking down he spoke with deep respect.
“Will m’lady forgive me and allow me to be her protector?”  I looked down at him.  I could not believe that a royal prince was kneeling before me, I struggled to the find the words to answer him.
“I would be honored if your highness is be my protector.”  Gustaf looked up and into my eyes.
“This is not a punishment for me, it is a joy.”  
The king and queen looked at each other, I expected they though Gustaf would fly into a rage.  
“Then it is done” King Steven smiled.  


Gustaf and I walked down the hall together. I was so numb I had not noticed he was holding my hand.
“You were being punished?”
Gustaf gently tightened his grip and blushed.
“Aye, I get that a lot.” he muttered.  I turned and smiled at him.  The blush on Gustaf’s cheeks grew brighter.
“M’lady,”pray would you like to go for a ride with me?”
“Aye my prince.” I nodded. He drew me close to him.
“Kristin when were alone please call me Gustaf”
“I will.”
We stopped and Gustaf ran his hand over my face. I turned my face into his hand. Gustaf lend in, just as our lips met the throne room door opened.  We parted quickly and continued walking down the hall as at fast pace.

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just popping in to say this one is seriously sweet. Like, aww.

Kiraela wrote on Nov 9^th, 2007 at 1:06am:

just popping in to say this one is seriously sweet. Like, aww.

Heheheh! thanks!  :D

“M’lady I…I must confess you do something to me, I don’t understand.”
“Is it a feeling in your heart and your stomach that is pleasant but hurts as wel?”
“Aye.” his eyes brightened. “What is it Kristin?”
I sucked in by breath; he was in love with me.  
“Love” I whispered, “I feel it too.”
“You do?” He looked at me wistfully.  We were now at the stables, a steward had lead Gallahad out to a mounting block.  We climbed up onto the horse and went out to the roads. We traveled past the town and through the countryside. The air was so still and fresh, I took a breath and let out, I looked back at Gustaf and giggled.  He fought back the urge to laugh.  Suddenly I felt his body stiffen.  All that happened next went so fast I could barely come to my scenes.
Two black wolves charged out of the forest and jumped onto Gallahad’s shoulders.  The horse reared high, I slipped from the saddle and landed in a snow bank.
I heard Gustaf call to me as the wolves growled and yelped. Gallahad whinny loudly as I dug myself out.  Panic came to my heart, wolves so close to town!   Flustered I emerged from the snow bank to see a sight from hell: Gustaf was off his horse and had both wolves clinging to his arms.  He had them by their throats as they snapped at his face. He stared at them and cussed them through clenched teeth; the look on his face could scare the devil himself!  All my emotions raced through my heart: I love him and I must help him!  I drew my knife and charged at the one on his right.  As I tore my blade into the animal it turned and snapped at my nose.
 “Nay!” Gustaf shouted and with a swift jerk snapped the wolf’s neck. I backed up trembling as Gustaf killed the other wolf with another gut wrenching snap. I stood there trembling as the prince took the wolves’ carcasses and threw them into the woods.
“Huh, that will keep anymore pests from coming into my forest!” He barked and strode up to me, fury lit his eyes.
“Why in gods name did you do that!” His voice thundered.  “You could have been hurt!”
“I was trying to help you.” I wisphered knowing now I had made a big mistake.
“What!” He growled. “Help me? I…” Gustaf rang his fists and shouted his frustrations to the sky.  Frightened, I backed away and tripped falling into the snow.  I watched as he stood there his body heat rising like steam in the cold air.  He let out a sigh and went over to me and glared.
“Get up” he ordered.
“Right” I snapped. “You have no manners”.  I stood and brushed myself off.  I ran my hand over my face and saw blood.  I touched my nose: the wolf had nicked me with its teeth.  Gustaf’s eyes narrowed.
“You’re bleeding,” his voice lightened.
“Aye, it’s what I get for caring about you.” I turned from him and tried to hold my tears.  I felt his hand on my arm.
“Kristin I…I am sorry” I turned and looked at him, my tears worsened as I saw the large scratch on his face.  Shaking, I reached into my bodice and pulling out a handkerchief placed it on the wound.
“You…you’re hurt.” I said through my tears. I could see his heart beginning to melt as he looked at me.  Gently he embraced me and all my strength gave out.  He lifted me in his arms and held me.  

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I snuggled against his chest, I didn’t want to move from his arms.  I had never seen what I witnessed tonight I thought as he mounted the horse with me in his arms.  He looked strong, but to be able to hold me and mount a horse, let alone fight two wolves like a Greek legend...
I was overwhelmed, he looked down at me I saw more then concern in his eyes.  He covered me in his cloak and turning Galhallad road back to the castle.  As we road I looked at him, his eye looked ahead, searching for more danger.  I moved my hand across his chest and his expression softened and he tightened his grip around my waist.  I looked at his arm, he had worn his chainmail, thank god.  Imbedded in the metal links was a tooth.  I reached out and pulled it free.  Gustaf looked down.
“What have you found my love?”  I was elated at his words, the sweetest words he has ever spoken to me.
“A tooth from one of the wolves, I shall keep it to remind me how brave you are Gus.”  The prince smiled and held me closer.
 Back at the castle I tended to the princes wounds.  I cleaned the big scratch on his face and put a special healing salve I had made for mountain flowers on it.  Gustaf sat and watched me; his eyes followed my hands.  He expression was so calm and gentle, not like the hell bent warrior I saw an hour ago.  
“There, it will heal.”
“Thank you Kristin and now I shall care for your wound.”  
Before I could protest Gustaf gently took my face in his large hands and looked at the cut.  He cleaned it with the cloth carefully. We were so close my heart thundered wildly.  He took some of my salve at put it on my nose, a serious expression came to his face as he looked at me.
“Kristin…I have never defended a lady before, it made that feeling we talked about earlier so much stronger.”  
He looked at my eyes and then my lips.  Gently he put his lips to mine and his kiss swept me away.
“Your kisses are what I imagine heaven to be…”
I smiled and brushed his bangs from his eyes.
“I must tell you,” he looked down, “I have prayed for someone like you, a person who could see past my faults. Did the lord god send you to save me from my own evil heart?”
“Perhaps my love, but you are not evil, for I could never love an evil man.” Gustaf sighed deeply.  
“I know you love me but I have been such a fool, I do not treat you proper, even now I put your virtue in peril.”  I looked deep into his eyes.
 “I trust you Gustaf.” I said gently.  My words had an effect on him, he drew his shoulders back and a strange calm came over him, no longer did he look like a young lad of seventeen, he held himself like a man. He smiled down at me.
“No one has ever trusted me before, I promise to up hold that trust.”
 “With love comes trust and you have mine.”
“Thank you Kristin.” He said softy.

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Chapter 4

The winter ball was a big event here at the royal castle.  At work I had so many dresses to mend I thought I would never get to make my own.  At the sewing circle all the girls looked at me and blushed.  It was no doubt they heard about Gustaf and I.  Question is what did they hear?
 “So the loathsome Gustaf has been made you protector” Lily said
 “Aye, it was a punishment” Andrea’s voice chimed. The girls giggled. “Not such a bad punishment.” they nudged me.  
“Nay” I bushed and continued with my work.  I thought of his kiss and lost myself in the moment.  The girls giggled as they saw I was sewing two dresses together.   I looked down and quickly began to undo the mess I made.  Millie smiled.
 “Are you going to the ball tonight Kristin?” I looked at her and sighed
“Nay, I don’t have a dress”
“Oh that is a shame, prince Gustaf will be there”
 “I know,” I said holding back the urge to just throw the dress I was working on into the air and sob.
 At quitting time I put away my needles and prepared to leave when Millie called me over.
“I have something for you, this was once Queen Gwen’s”.
She unveiled a dress I could only gape at.  It was a soft blue ballerina dress, the skirts was full but not floor length, it was sleeveless and the neckline dipped down low.  It was covered with diamonds and pearls.  I put my hand to my mouth as she showed me the tiara and wings that went with it.  Tears came to my eyes and I hugged the old women.
“Thank you.” I sobbed into her shoulder.  Millie smiled.
“You must look your best for the one you love”
“Do you think he will like it?
“Oh Aye, he will love it” Millie wiped a tear from her eye and smiled brightly.
  Back at my room Sarah helped me get ready for the ball.  I had never worn anything as fine as this I thought as I looked down at myself.  Sarah busied herself fixing the skirt.
“Oh Kristin, this will be the best costume!”
“Costume?” I looked at her.
“Aye, it’s a masquerade ball!”  She went over to the bed and picked up the mask, it was light blue and shaped like a butterfly.  The eyeholes were lined in diamonds. The tiny little slippers I wore also were studded with tiny diamonds.  
“Sarah I think I am dreaming.”  I turned and looked at myself in a full-length mirror.  Sarah moved my hair aside and placed my wings on my back and beamed. My blonde hair was braided with strings of pearls and was wrapped around the tiny silver tiara and fell down my shoulders in curls.
“I look like an angel.”  I wondered what Gustaf would go as.  My nerves flushed my cheeks.  
“Come m’lady let me start your face”. I sat on the end of the bed as Sarah powdered my nose carefully.  She them put something on eyelids and lips.
 “You’re so blushed and pink you don’t need anymore help” she giggled.  I looked in a hand mirror.  The young maid had put sparkling powder on my face that made me look luminescent.  She had placed a silver powder on my eyelids and a pink gloss on my lips.
“Just a little more,” she said as she puffed the powder on my arms and décolleté. “Perfect” she smiled.  The clock on the mantelpiece struck seven.
“It is time m’lady!”  I was so nervous, I would see my prince.  I gripped Sarah’s hand as we walked to the grand ballroom. At the door I turned and hugged her.
“Thank you Sarah, you’re a good friend”
“So are you m’lady, enjoy yourself.”  

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Chapter 4....

As I walked into the room all eyes turned to me, I was thankful for the mask I wore.  I walked up to the royal table and curtseyed to the King and Queen.  Queen Gwen smiled.
 “ You look lovely, I pray that dress gives you luck, she turned and smiled at King Steven.
 “So do I my dear.”  The king smiled at her contently.
“Thank you your majesties.” Turning I looked at the crowd.  There were so many elaborate costumes and from what I could tell guests from other counties.  A servant gave me a chalice of mead; I took a sip of the honey sweet wine and looked around the room, which one was Gustaf?  The grand ballroom was marvelous sight.  The dance floor was polished to a mirror finish, the walls were hung with Christmas greenery.  Above were three crystal chandlers set with candles. The ceiling was so high I could not looked back far enough to see it all.  The King tapped his blade against his chalice and called for attention.
 “This is a very special night for it is the first day of December and of the Christmas season.  It its wonderful to have all my friends and family here”.  “I thank all you for coming”.  The king smiled and took the queens hand. They walked out into the middle of the dance floor.  Minstrels began to play and the King and Queen led off the first dance.   I smiled as I watched them, they were so happy.  I was proud to be one of their subjects as they truly were kind and just to their people. Soon couples began to join them on the dance floor. I put down my chalice and turned, many gentlemen came up to me and asked me to dance.  I tried to see their faces.  None reminded me of my prince.  I tried to get away but the young men followed me.  They reach out their hands and spoke eloquently, I heard French and Spanish being spoke to me.  I backed up into something hard, frightened I did not move.  The young gentleman before me looked up and quickly scattered.  I took a breath and turned around.  Before me was a tall man dressed in a scarlet Cavalier costume made of silk and velvet. Fabulous beadwork adorned the vest and jacket; a long saber hung at his side.  His large brimmed hat dipped low on one side and was adorned with a full ostrich feather. His mask stopped at his upper lip, a bone white skull, it was the mask of death. I gasped and put my hand to my mouth.  He turned his dark eyes to me and putting out his hand smiled.  I looked and saw the tip of a scar peaking out from under his mask on his right cheek.  
“Gus?” I gushed.
“M’lady, I am the Red Death, shall we dance?”  I smiled and took his hand, he led me out on the dance floor. Everyone watched as he placed his arm around my waist, I took his free hand and he swept me across the polished floor.  Gustaf was a strong dancer and I had to hurry to keep up with him.  He saw I was out of breath and slowed down. The music too went from a folk dance to a slow waltz. I stood on tiptoe as we danced slowly across the floor. I saw his parents watching us, they smiled and nodded at me.  Gustaf looked down at me, his dark eyes seemed to take me in and I was lost. The prince pulled me close, I put my chin on his chest, this was truly the best night of my life.  I giggled to myself we must have been a sight, the red death and an angel dancing together.
“You look so beautiful tonight Kristin, you are my angel.”  I held him tighter and smiled. The music changed again but we didn’t notice as we slowly waltzed across the floor.
“Excuse me, may I cut in?”  Gustaf’s eyes went dark; he looked over to see his grandfather.  Gustaf looked at me and gave me a sad smiled.
“Of course grandfather.”  
King Steven smiled.
“Do not worry Gustaf, I will give her back”.
I looked at the king and curtseyed.
“Your majesty.” The king took my hand and we continued the dance. He was so very tall that I had to crane my neck to look up at him.  
“You, my dear, have won the heart of my most stubborn grandson.  Pray tell, do you love him as well?” I swallowed.
“Aye sire, I do love Prince Gustaf”
“I thought so” he smiled and for a moment he reminded me of Gustaf. I looked over the king’s arm to see the prince talking with the Queen. He looked over at us and smiled. As the dance ended I thanked King Steven.
“Nay, thank you, for without your wit and charm I fear my grandson would come to ruin”.  Gustaf took his grandfather’s place and embraced me tightly.
“Come with me” his deep voice whispered into my ear. “I have a surprise for you”.  

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Chapter 4...

Taking my hand he led me out of the ballroom.  We traveled to a part of the castle I had never been before.  We came to a door and he gave me a wicked grin.  
 “Close your eyes and take my hand”. I did and was led into the room.
“Now look up” he said. I looked up and gasped, we were in a room that was at the top of one of the castle spires. The ceiling was a night sky so perfect I almost thought the roof was gone.  Across the star filled sky a comet raced and plants of all colors hung like jewels.  I looked again, they were jewels and each star and orb was a large precious stone.  Gustaf walked up to me and putting his hands on his hips smiled.
“Do you like it?
“Aye Gustaf it’s wonderful and so are you.” The prince blushed.
“Then it’s yours, you can come here anytime” I smiled excitedly and hugged him.
“Thank you” I whispered. He looked down and into my eyes.
“Come, there is one more thing I want to show you” Taking my hand he led me out of the room.  We went down to the side door that led to the castle ramparts.  There Sarah placed my cape on my shoulders, she giggled and kissed my cheek. I smiled at her and turning took the princes outstretched hand as we went out into the cold.  Up on the ramparts we could see the whole town below and the mountains.  I never thought I would go from a mountaineer to being romanced by a prince. So much has happened, it felt like a dream.   I thought of that day on the road and how I thought I was going to die. As a mountain person I knew death was as close as losing your footing on the ice or being buried in an avalanche like my father.   I felt the prince’s hand on my arm and a warm feeling came to my heart. Gustaf drew me to him.
 “I…I know I haven’t been the best suitor for you and I know I have made some bad mistakes.  But, I do know that I love you Kristin”.  He went into the cuff of his glove and pulled out a long gold necklace studded with sparkling blue sapphires.  
“Will you wear this, it is an engagement chain. It belonged to my grandparents.”  Trembling I looked up at him.
“Are you asking me to wed you?”  My heart raced could this be true? Gustaf removed his mask and knelt before me.
“Aye Kristin, will you wed me and be my princess, for there is no one in this world I adore more then you.”  I put my hand on his, I could barely speak.
“Aye Gustaf I will” The prince rose and put the chain around my neck. He took off my mask and looked at me, he dark eyebrows rose and a gentle smile warmed his features.  He leaned in close and our lips met, his kiss reminded me of that first kiss he gave me, so tender and sweet. As we parted we smiled at each other.
“We will have a new life together Kristin, I will make you so very happy and I promise to curb my temper.”
“You look so charming when you’re angry.”  I giggled as he frowned, then I saw that wicked look shine in his eyes. Bursting into laughter he picked me up and spun my around.  What a wonderful night it was.

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Chapter 5....

Our engagement was announced and our wedding day set for New Years eve.  The announcements were posted all over the kingdom.  Gustaf and I started getting so many wedding gifts I did know were to start or who to thank.  Queen Gwen and Princess Carina helped me with invitations and getting the great hall ready for the reception.  I wanted to do this myself as I always dreamed of preparing my own wedding.  As the weeks went by my excitement grew; Gustaf was happy and excited as well.  One Friday night we sat before the fire in his room, I snuggled up to him contently.
 “Soon we shall be wed my love.” I smiled up at him.
“Aye, then you shall be mine.” He looked down at me; his gaze held a deep longing.  Every time we were I together I felt the tension mount.  Each kiss was longer and each embrace tighter as we parted to our separate rooms every night. The prince put his arm around me and leaning in close looked into my eyes. I beheld his smoldering dark gaze. I could see all the shades of brown that made up his penetrating eyes.  His other hand traveled up my waist and stopped before my chest.  A pained expression came to his face as he drew his hand away.
“Forgive me” he whispered. “I am encroaching on your trust”.
I wanted him so badly but I knew it was only proper that we wait. But, we found ourselves sharing smaller pleasures.  
“Kristin I do not know if I can control my urges.”
“Does it matter if I am a maiden on our wedding night?”  The prince’s eyes blazed with desire.
“It is custom, but not all the royal family has kept to it.” He slid his hands down my waist and caressed my hips. “You will give me sons, this I know.”  
I smiled and brushed his bangs from his eyes.
 “As many as you want.” Gustaf ran his hands up my sides and took my hands.
 “I love you, I want to do something right for once in my life.”
“I know Gus, it will only be a few short weeks”
“My promise and my word hold true, I will wait.”  As he held me I knew I made a difference.  He was showing the control and patience of an adult and future King.  

Saturday morning Sarah awakened me very early.
 “M’lady you must get up!” She called.
I sat up and rubbed my eyes.
“What is it Sarah?”  
Finding my dress she ran about the room looking for my shoes.
 “King Steven has summoned you!”  
The look of panic in her eyes made me jump from my bed.  I washed my face and brushed out my hair.  Thoughts of last night still went through my mind.  I could still smell his scent on me.
“I cannot find your other slipper!” Sarah wailed in dismay.
I smiled despite the flustered look on her face.
“Look under the sofa.”  Once I was dressed we hurried to the throne room.
 “What did the herald say Sarah?”
“Only that the king had important business with you”. I gave her a sharp look, the king’s herald, Jonathan, was courting Sarah. She must know more than that.  As we reached the door’s she burst into tears and took my hands.
“Oh m’lady I am so sorry.”
With that she scurried off down the hall.  My hands were shaking, what was going on?  I turned to the doors, the two guards pushed the large mahogany doors open.  King Steven was on his throne, Prince George and Princess Carina stood with him.  Before them there was a man dressed in furs, a long ice axe and length of rope on his belt. Shaggy blonde hair fell over his eyes, a scruffy beard sat on his chin.  He turned to me.
“There she is,” he said in a gruff tone.
He looked me over as if I was a side venison.
I knew this man or better yet, boy...  
“Johan Gunder, why are you here? Surly your family cared not when my father died”.
King Steven spoke.
“Wait Kristin, one more person needs to be here before we proceed.”  I gave him a quizzical look but he held up his hand.  What was Johan doing here? What did he care that I now lived in the castle?  He never loved me, I remember our brief relationship a year ago.  He was not to my liking; I felt his blue eyes on me as I stood there.  
I heard strong footsteps coming toward the doors, they seem to echo through the whole castle, I saw princess Carina cringe. The doors flew open sending the guards sprawling into the room as a large knight stormed in.  
I held my breath it was Gustaf!
Clad in armor that shined like a beacon, he tossed his helm to the floor and ripped his shield from his arm, his eyes smoldered and teeth locked in fury.  He strode up to the King.
“What is this I hear!”  His voice thundered through the room like a lion.
I trembled as I looked at him.
The king took a breath.
“This man, Johan Gunder, has a claim that Kristin’s father, Carl Anderson, made a deal with him to marry her.”
Panic raced through my heart; the room began to spin. Gustaf turned and looked at me, every emotion ran across his face.
“Gus?” I whispered. I saw the whites of his eyes as he flew into a rage.
“Nay!” He yelled and drew his sword so fast Johan could barely get his ice axe up in time to block it.
“Enough!” King Steven roared.  
Gustaf and Johan were locked together, Johan was not as tall as Gustaf was but he was strong.
“Gustaf!” George growled. The prince broke away from the mountaineer.   Stepping back, he scraping the tip of sword against the floor and growled like an animal.
“She is mine!” he spat.  
“I think not!” Johan returned his tone. No this could not be happening, the room spun and I swooned.

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Chapter 5.....

I came out of my faint to find myself on my bed. I looked up to see two dark eyes looking into mine.
“Gus?” I gasped as he held me carefully, he was still wearing his armor and it felt cool against me cheeks.
“Kristin, are you alright?”
“I am now. Please don’t let me go”
“Never” Gustaf growled. I ran my hand over his face and tried to soothe him.  I watched the anger in his eyes fade.  Gustaf ran his hand through my hair and brought his lips to mine. I helped him off with his armor; buckles and laces ran through my fingers as we kissed. Articles of chain mail jointed skirts and stays on the rush covered floor.  Timid and careful hands met and explored new sensations. Hushed words and soft sighs followed our new experience of love.  In the wake of our passion we held each other.
“To love you is all I will ever want, know that I would die for you.”
His words put fear and joy into my heart for he would challenge Johan for me.  I could image his temper fueled by love, the love I now saw in his eyes as he looked at me.  I brushed my fingers over his rough chin.
“Aye, for you are my protector”
“I want to prove to you that I am more”

We lie quietly in each other’s arms.  I felt so safe with Gustaf.  Few times in my life did I ever feel this way.  Living in a cabin in the mountains with the threats of avalanche in the winter and landslides the rest of the time did not make for the most secure surroundings.  But we learned to be alert to these things.  My fondest memories were when I was left alone I would go to my father’s room and open the big cedar chest he kept there.  In it was my mother things.  She had a wonderful dress made of velvet, it was green trimmed in a light cream color and was embodied with pink flowers.  It was her wedding gown, I would hold it up me and think how wonderful it would be to wear such a dress.  I would look through her little jewelry box and her sewing box.  All these things were gone now like her picture, which I use to keep in my room.  I remember how she looked, her blue eyes so full of life a blush on her round cheeks. She was eighteen when she died giving me life.  I so wished I had known her.  At night I would go up to the nearest peak and look up at the sky.  Somehow I knew she was looking down at me. The prince stirred distracting me from my thoughts.
“What are you thinking of?” He deep voice cooed softy.
“ My life before you in the mountains.”
“Where they good memories?”
“Some” I sighed and snuggled closer to him.  Gustaf ran his hand over my arm.
 “ I hope that I shall give you only the best memories.”

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Chapter 6

At work that day all the girls where excited about the challenge.
“No challenge has been set yet.” I gave them a sharp look.
“Oh but Prince Gustaf will fight for you!”  Andrea squealed.  
It was true my prince would fight for me.  I dropped my thimble and it rolled under my skirt.  Pulling back the long folds I reached down to the floor and picked the item up. Sitting up I found all the girls staring at me.
“She has been with the prince!”  Lily blurted out.
“Hold you tongue!” Millie snapped annoyed that the conversation had gone this far.  I looked down and blushed.  There was a large bruise on my inner thigh. I could also feel my face was red where his rough unshaven face had scratched it.  I smiled to myself, it was true my prince had loved me, he took my virtue as I had taken his.
“ I am not ashamed, we are in love and we wanted to share that love together”.
“ Oh how romantic.” Andrea sighed and squeezed my hand.
“You look so different” Lily eyes looked me over.
“I feel different, it is a wonderful feeling to be with a man, especially one I love so much.” Andrea looked at me with dreamy eyes.
“It must have been grand.”  I smiled at her and squeezed her hand.
After work Millie had me stay behind to help her with one of the Queen’s dresses.
“From what I heard today you have tamed the wild heart of Prince Gustaf.”  I looked up at her and handed her a pin.
“Aye I believe I have, he was so loving and wonderful.”
Millie turned the hem on the dress and took another pin from me.
“ He must truly love you as no other as ever turned his head.” She sighed and stopped working on the dress.
“Kristin what will you do if Johan wins his claim to you?”  I thought about what she said. To see Gustaf go into a mad rage as I was lead away, never to see him again. I felt a coldness come over me, not to ever feel his embrace.  I did not want to think if these things but now they flooded my heart with sorrow.  Tears came to my eyes.
“I…I do not know” I sobbed. Millie looked over at me and took me in her big arms and held me to her breast.
“Shhhh now my dear, it will all work out”
“I hope so, I love him Millie”

As I left the workroom I gathered up the dresses I had to deliver back to the ladies of the court.  I went to each chamber and dropped them off, each lady in waiting curtseyed to me. I am not a princess I thought but they show me the respect for one.  I thought about being a princess, Gustaf’s princess.  I smiled, it would be wonderful, it was my childhood dream to be a princess.  And I knew that one day my love would be King and I his Queen.  As I walked I daydreamed about the future when I ran into someone.
“Excuse me” I said and stepped aside. I looked up to see Johan. I turned to go but he grabbed my arm.
 “You think the prince is really going to marry you? He is a tyrant and a monster; he is called the Black Prince among our people.  You are making a mistake Kristin, come back to mountains with me.” I pulled my arm from him.
 “Get away from me Johan Gunder!” My hand went up my side and rested on the dagger at my belt.
“Heed my words Kristin, he is a tyrant.  He will use you and when he bores of your presents he will cut your throat”
“I’ll cut your throat!” I yelled and dropping the dresses drew my dagger and aimed it straight at his heart. Johan grabbed my arm in mid swing and disarmed me.  
“Your still feisty Kristin” he purred and pulled me to his lips.  I stomped his foot hard and he pulled away growling in pain
“What is going on here!” A voice called.
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Chapter 6....

Johan turned and scurried off down the hall.  I put my hands to my face and sobbed.
“It is all right,” a gentle voice said. I looked up to see old man dressed in a black monk’s habit. He took my hand and suddenly I felt calm.  It was Brother Joseph.  I had seen him before at the church. He was once a knight many years ago.  In his day he was quite a warrior, but in his declining years he settled for a more quiet life.
“I will escort you to you room my lady.”  
“Thank you your highness.”  As we walked we ran into Princess Vella, a rare beauty, the princess was an albino like her husband, Prince Michael.
“My lady, Kristin has had a bit of a freight, pray would you stay with her for awhile?
“Of course brother” She turned and smiled at me.  Vella had a voice like a beautiful song, sweet and soft.  At the chamber I turned and thanked Prince Hikari. He smiled and bowed to me.  
“What happened Kristin?’ Vella said as she settled me down on the sofa and pour me a chalice of vodka.  I explained to her that Johan was trying to deter me from Prince Gustaf.
“He told me my prince was a tyrant, and that he is known as the Black Prince.”  My hands were shaking as I held the goblet. Vella put her snow-white hand on mine.
“I remember when Gustaf was born, she smiled.  I would nurse him as well as I had just given birth to my son Eric.  I knew he would grow up to be a strong boy and he did.  He has always had his bad temper; we have tried everything to calm him.  His mother even tied him to his bed once when his rages nearly caused a fire in the stables. It has been a difficult seventeen years with him, but we love him very much”.  “Kristin”, she turned to me, “you are the only person to get close to him”.  
I blushed.
 “I have gotten very closed to him”.  Vella smiled gently.
 “I could tell you have” she rubbed my hand. “Then you know not to listen to vile gossip.”
“I know but why did he say Gustaf was the Black Prince?” Vella sighed.
“That in part is true, one day in a fit of rage Gustaf rode out into the village and caused havoc, he was fourteen at the time.  King Steven paid for the damages.  Including fees to all the fathers of the maiden’s who claimed Gustaf had ravaged them”. I looked at the princess; nay… he could not have done this!  Nausea hit my stomach, I was shocked.  I held my face and began to sob. All that Johan said, his warnings, burned in my heart. Vella put her arm around me, I turned and put my head on her chest.
“Nay” I sobbed. “It can’t be!”
“Shhhh now, I should not have told you, but like I said it was vile gossip, those people were just trying to get money from the King.  Do you really think Gustaf would have done what they say he did?”  
“Nay…” I tried to control my tears.  
“There now Kristin, your prince loves you very much, think about that not what others think”.  I looked up at her.
“I will” I sniffed.
“Good, now I think you should rest.” She led me over to the bed and I lay down.  “I will have Sarah come to you if you need anything”
 “Thank you m’lady”
“You are like a family member to all of us, we care very much for you.” Princess Vella left me alone. I lay there on my bed and thought of all that was said to me. I sat up and looked around.  Love and trust, that was what Gustaf and I had.

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Chapter 6

Later that evening Sarah came in with my dinner. As she put down the plates I noticed there was a lot more food then usual.  She smiled and left the room.  I reached over for some bread when I turned to see Gustaf.  I rose and ran into his arms.
He embraced me tight.
“I missed you today,” he said. I looked up at him and smiled. Tears welled up in my eyes.
“I missed you too.  
“Pray, what is wrong?”  I took his hand.
“Nothing my love, come let’s have some dinner.”  Gustaf watched me as we ate; he could tell something was wrong.
“Did you have a good day?”  He said as he speared some venison with his knife.
“Yes, did you?”
“I practiced most of the day, broke two swords”. He looked down at his right hand.
“Well you are very strong my lord, I gather you do that all the time.”
I could feel me cheeks burning. I ran my hand up his arm and to his shoulders, he felt tense.  Gently I began to message his sore muscles.  The prince groaned and closed his eyes. I stopped and brought him over to the bed.  He sat there as I pulled his tunic off of him. His muscles were very hot and red.  He must have really been practicing hard. When I finished.  Gustaf raised his arms and stretched. I could hear the bones in his neck crack.  I looked at his body and watched his muscles ripple, my heart thundered as I thought of this morning.  Gustaf shook his long back hair over his shoulder and smiled.
“Ah, that’s what I needed, thank you my love.” he drew me close.
“Your welcome.” I gasped and looked at his lips.  The prince pulled me into his lap and kissed me passionately.  I did not want our kiss to end, he had not shaved that day and his rough face grading against mine only heightened my pleasure.  He slipped me out of my clothes and laying me on the bed looked down at me. His eyes were half closed and his breath was short as he kissed me once again….


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Chapter 7


That morning, the prince sent Millie a message that I would not be in to work today, as he wanted to take me to the village.  After breakfast we went down to the stables.  I watched Gustaf tack up Gallahad himself.  He had worn his chainmail shirt and leather pants.  The same cloths I first saw him in.  I looked at him with pride, he was so skilled with horses.  Gallahad obeyed every command as the prince fastened the horse trappings to him.  I took a comb and ran it through Gallahad’s forelock, the horse nickered softy.
“He likes you” the prince winked as he placed the saddle on the horse’s back.
“I know” I giggled and slipped him a piece of sugar I had saved from breakfast.  Gustaf looked over at me as he tightened the girth.
“You have truly made a friend now.”  
A Stewart put a mounting block next to Gallahad. Ignoring it, Gustaf swept me into his arms and mounted his horse.  I settled down in from of him as he took the reins.  The sun sparkled on the snow as we road out.  Gallahad big hooves parted the way thought the deep snow. Wrapping in the prince’s large red cloak I looked at the breath taking countryside.
“We live in such a wonderful county” I said.
“Aye it is my love and one day it will be ours” He looked down at me, his eyes held a touch of pain.  I wondered what was going through his mind, as he had not told me the reason for our trip.  As we reached the village the people began to scramble about.  We trotted up to the center of town and stopped.  A heavyset man wearing a long coat red with a sword at his side came up to us.  
“Your highness” he bowed. I could plainly see this man was frightened.  Folk hide in doorways, others peered out from windowsills.  Gustaf looked around and then back at the man.
“Mayor Markusson, I Prince Gustaf Andrew Thernhard II, Duke of Visby have come to your village today to ask you and your folk for forgiveness.”  The people came out from their places and stood behind the Mayor.  
“Look it is Kristin Anderson!” a voice called.  I recognized the man who spoke; it was Carl Petterson, owner of the general store.  I waved to him but he gave me a stern look.  Mayer Markusson shifted his weight and looked up at us.  
“Your highness, what you did three years ago still lingers with us, how do propose to make amends?”  I could feel Gustaf tremble as he spoke.  
 “By promising it will never happen again, I am different now, I am to be wed as you all know.”  A girl my own age came up to us with a child in tow.  She lifted him into her arms and stared at me.
 “ Your prince is a tyrant, here is one of his bastard sons!”  I looked at the child in horror; he was dark like Gustaf. I buried my face in the prince’s chest and sobbed. The prince turned to the girl.
“M’lady you know I did not ravage you, why must you make this harder for everyone?” Gustaf looked at the people.
“I am not the person I once was, this I will prove it to you.”  The prince tightened his grip on me.  
“Kristin” He whispered into my ear. “Please, they show you false hoods in order to ruin our relationship.”  The prince went into his purse and handed out solid gold coins.  The people took them and thanked the prince but they were still on there guard. I sat quietly my heart and mind numb.  As they the people dispersed we rode over to the tavern and dismounted.  I stood looking at the people as Gustaf tethered Gallahad.  Were they right? I looked up toward the mountains.  Gustaf gently took my arm and led me into the tavern.  It was warm and cozy.  The fireplace blazed like a dragon, the walls were decorated with an assortment deer heads and ice axes.  We settled down before the fire and the bartender quickly brought us some hot cider.  I looked down at the tankard silently; I could feel Gustaf’s eyes on me.  My heart felt like a dagger had pierced it.  I did not know what to say to him. The prince put his hand over mine
“Kristin, please don’t believe what you saw, I would never do such a thing.” Controlling my tears I stood and went for the door.  
“Kristin!” the prince called after me.  


to be continued....

Chapter 7....


Out in the cold I looked around, my eyes flooded with tears.  I saw a mule and ran to it. I untied him and placed a coin on the post.  Mounting the beast I took off for the mountains.  I rode as fast as the mule could go; tears froze on my face as I thought of all I had seen and heard.  I loved Prince Gustaf but now I felt unsure.  There were many stories I had heard about royalty, how they use people then think they can fix it with gold coins.  The mule’s hooves handled the icy roads well and soon I brought him to a stop.  Sliding off the beast I waded in deep snow till I came to a clearing.  There were the ruins of my cabin.  I knelt in the snow before the charred remains of my home. My grief overcame me as a sobbed.  
“Father, I wish you where here to tell me what to do.”  I looked in the rubble and saw his old ice axe and climbing hooks.  I took them and held them to my chest.  I thought I heard the snow settle to my side, I ignored it and looked up at the sky.
“Father I have met a wonderful man, he is handsome and very kind. I wiped the tears from my eyes as I spoke.  I have given him my virtue, as I love him. I have never known a man to show me so much love.  Father they say he’s a tyrant and a cad. I don’t know what I should believe.  When I’m in his arms I know nothing but love.”  The cold wind wiped my hair around as I knelt there.  I turned to see Gustaf kneeing next to me.
“My love, look in you heart before you judge me.”  Scowling I looked at him, my hands were numb as I held the metal tools.  I looked into his eyes.  They were so sad, his face was blushed with cold. My heart melted, as I thought of all that we had shared, how he changed from being mean and thoughtless to who is was now, the man I loved.  The tools slipped from my hands as I reached out to him.  Gustaf embraced my tightly and lifted me up out of the snow.
“Thank you for believing in me Kristin”
“I do believe in you Gustaf” I sobbed and buried my face in his neck.

We rode back down the mountain.  Gustaf had rented a mule, as Galhallad would not be able to get his footing on the ice.  The townspeople gave us a warm greeting.  They ushered us into the tavern and gave use hot drinks and blankets.  Gustaf and I looked at each other as they gathered around us. Mayor Markusson stood on a box before us and raising his hands calmed the crowd.
“We have seen something quite new today.” he smiled.  We have seen prince Thernhard show compassion to our Kristin”.  “This we see as a step in the right direction for our prince who will one day be our King”.  The people cheered.  Gustaf leaned over to me and smiled.  The crowd cheered louder as he kissed me.  The sun began to sink below the horizon when the Mayor came to us again with his wife a stout buxom lady with a friend smile.  
“We have rooms for you,” the Mayors wife said.

to be continued....

Chapter 7....


“Rooms?” Gustaf looked at me.
“Aye” I said. “We…we cannot stay in the same room tonight.” Gustaf nodded and cast his large eyes down.  
“It is only proper, but I will be close by.”  We were taken up stairs.  At the landing the mayor’s wife took my hand and led me away.  I looked back at Gustaf.  He was being taken in the other direction.  He looked back as well, it took all my will not to run to him.  I saw a dark look begin to cross his eyes.  We were not use to be apart at night, we had gotten away with it at the castle but in public we had to discrete. I shook my head trying to calm the rage I knew was building in him.  Control came to his gaze as he turned and went with the Major.  I stifled my sobs, if Gustaf heard me he would lose all control and demand we share the same room.
 “Come now dear, the Mayor's wife said, my name is Torgard, I shall put you in a nice room, don’t you worry.  Then in the morning you may see your prince”.  
I knew we had to do this, but now being faced with not having him at my side I felt cold and alone.  The room was cheery enough, if had a large roaring fire and a soft bed.  Still, as I lay there all I could think about was my prince.  I thought of the effort he made to clear his name with the townsfolk he terrorized three years ago.  I was so proud of him he really had changed; he took their insults calmly and spoke his heart to them.  He showed them he was penitent and even more so after he going after me up the mountain and bringing me back safe.  Suddenly, a hand clapped over my mouth, I struggled in panic. I tried to reach under the pillow for my dagger, a habit I got from Gustaf.  A sharp pain came to my head and all went dark.

to be continued...

Chapter 8

I awoke strapped to a bed in a dark cabin.  I screamed and tired to break my bonds.
“No ones going to hear you” a nasty voice said, it was Johan. I looked over to see him sitting by the fire on a broken rocking chair. He was cleaning his fingernails with a dagger.  I saw the engagement necklace Gustaf gave me wrapped around his wrist.  I thought of my prince, he must be worried sick and fuming with rage.  Johan rose from the chair slowly and arching his back, stretched.  He walked up to the bed and looked down at me. He ran his hand over my breast and down my belly.  
“Get off of me! I screamed.
“Oh now, doing get excited my little mountain flower”.  From the look in his eyes I knew what was to come next.  I strained against my bonds; my head hurt from when he knocked me out and the pain made me nauseous.  He climbed on top me, leering he ripped the top of my nightdress open and smiled.  I looked up at him with tears in my eyes. Nay oh god nay!  He ran his tongue over my chest and up neck.  As he reached my lips I gathered my nerve and bit him hard on the nose.  He screamed in pain and cussed me.
“Right, I’ll show you!  He pulled up my nightdress and went to for his pants.  Suddenly he stopped, a glazed look came to his eyes.  He backed off me and fell to the floor, a large dagger stuck out of his back.  I looked to see a shadow at the end of the cabin, one I knew very well.
“Gustaf!” I cried. The prince ran to me, and pulling the knife from Johan cut my bonds.  He took me in his arms and held me so tight I could not breathe, I did not care, he was here and that’s all that mattered.
“Kristin are you alright?” the prince gasped.
“Aye, thank god you are here!” I sobbed into his chest. I looked up into his eyes and saw tears.  I bit my lip, he was now a hero and would be hailed as one.  His family history was the stuff of legends and now I knew they were all true.
“My love was I in time?” He looked at my torn nightdress.
“Aye, he did not…” I put my head on his chest and trembled. Gustaf caressed my back gently.
“Shhhh” he cooed.  “Come let me get you back.”  The prince dressed me in furs and put me on his mule.  He led the beast down the mountain.  Seeing him dressed as a mountaineer was a new and delightful experience.  He wore his iceaxe and ropes proudly.  The big fur coat made him look like a bear.  He was after all a Gotlander, and men from Gotland are either farms or mountaineers.  As I watched him test the ground for loose snow I thought that if he was not born a prince but a mountain man he would have fit in very well here in the alps.
Back at the town the people crowded around us.  Gustaf took me off the mule and up to my room at the tavern.  The doctor was called and I was examined. Gustaf stood with me and held my hand.  Torgard gave me a new dressing gown.  She seemed a bit alarmed that the prince was on the bed with me as the doctor checked the wound on my head.  The doctor said it was only a graze and that I would be fine and should rest.  They left us alone much to my surprise.  Gustaf took me in his arms.
“I have something for you.”  He reached around his neck and pulled out the engagement chain.
“Oh you have it! I squealed.  The prince smiled and put it around me neck. I looked down at the sparkling blue sapphires and smiled.
“I thought I lost it” I whispered.
“I thought I had lost you my love’’
“You truly are a hero” I sighed and hugged him tight.  
“Oh no, I don’t think I…” I smiled at him.  A true hero does not boast about their deeds and Gustaf would not admit to his deeds. For that I was very proud of him.
“You are my hero” I whispered. The prince leaned in close to me, his lips just touching mine his dark eyes looked into mine and seemed to see into my soul.
“I will always be your hero.”  I looked down at his lips and closing my eyes reveled in his passionate kiss. We settled back on the soft bed. The prince held me to his chest his left hand on his dagger, I could hear his finger scraping slowly across the blade. Again I felt that feeling of safety I only felt with him.  

to be continued....

Lisabelle... I... I... *hug* I love this one. It is my favorite of your stories, far and away. I wasn't sure I would, at first. But this one has touched me in a way I am not sure I could explain. You say you had to hack it up a bit to make it fit here... could I by any chance get the original? Just wondering.

Kiraela wrote on Nov 16^th, 2007 at 11:12pm:

Lisabelle... I... I... *hug* I love this one. It is my favorite of your stories, far and away. I wasn't sure I would, at first. But this one has touched me in a way I am not sure I could explain. You say you had to hack it up a bit to make it fit here... could I by any chance get the original? Just wondering.

Sending you a PM.

Chapter 8....

That evening we were awoken by the gentle voices of caroler’s singing under our window, as it was Christmas Eve. Gustaf and I stood together at the window and watched them.  As we did we saw the townspeople heading toward the church.  
“We should go as well” Gustaf said a bit of anticipation in his voice.  
“Aye but, I don’t have anything proper to wear.”  The prince turned toward the bed
“Look” he smiled.  On the chest at the foot of the bed was a dress.  I walked over to and put my hand to my mouth.  It was a soft green velvet trimmed with cream, and embroidered with little red flowers. It looked like my mother wedding dress. And there were slippers and a cape to match as well.  Tears came to my eyes, I lifted the dress up and looked over at the prince.
“Thank you, it is beautiful!” The prince smiled.
“Somehow I knew you would like it” The prince had also gotten himself some new cloths as well.  Black velvet breaches and sharp red full sleeved shirt, he placed his dark blue tunic over it.  When we were dressed we looked at ourselves in a long mirror.  Gustaf looked so handsome in his garb, his hair was down and two bangs fell in his eyes.  He turned to me and smiled.
“You look so beautiful.”  
I blushed; we looked like a bride and groom getting ready for the church I mused to myself.  We put on our capes and went downstairs.
Everyone smiled at us and raised their tankards. They finished up their ale and followed us out into the street.  
I held Gustaf’s arm as we walked to the church; he held a lantern before us to light the way.  I looked up at the stars in the sky; they seemed to shine so bright tonight.
A tradition in the mountains was to bless the mules on Christmas Eve; they were linked to the donkey that carried Mary on this special night.  We all went out side and the priest, Father Anders, blessed the beasts.  Father and I brought our mules every year, sadly the ones we owned died in the avalanche.  
I felt Gustaf’s hand on my shoulder. I looked back to see him holding the ropes of a chestnut brown mule. Her big brown eyes shines as she flicked her long ears to me, I touched her soft black nose and she nibble at my fingers.
I looked at Gustaf wide-eyed.
“For me?” I whispered.  
The prince smiled broadly and gave me the rope.  We took her over to the priest, he smiled and blessed the mule with an aspereger of holy water, and he touched her head, back and legs and prayed that she would always be strong and sure.  
I was elated; as to receive a mule from a suitor was the highest gift one could receive in the mountains, as the beast was part of the suitor’s wealth.  I could see Gustaf watching me as I knelt down to be blessed, the other mountaineers followed suit and also had their axes and ropes blessed.  
Gustaf went before the priest and was blessed as well.  I couldn’t believe it a royal prince kneeling with the rest of use as Father Anders proclaimed the blessing.  We arose and the mules were tethered, Gustaf watched me expertly tie the rope to the post.

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Chapter 8...

The congregation was now in the church and we stood there alone in the frosty air, I smiled at him.
“Mules have a strong will, you have to tie them tight.” “There strong will keeps them alive” I turned to him and he embraced me.
“You’re strong and stubborn and never gave up on me.”
“I could never give up on you Gustaf.”  We turned and went into the church.  I have been to this church before it was small but had a charm all is own.  As we walked in I went to a row of candles and kneeling lit two candles for my parents.  The prince knelt next to me and sent out his own prayers.   We walked down the isle and to our seats.  The church was decorated in green boughs, the soft candlelight made everything look so soft and peaceful. Sitting next to Gustaf we listened to the priest’s benediction.  As we knelt for the final pray Gustaf put his hand on mine and stood.  I looked up at him, what was he doing?  The priest turned to us.
“And now my children if you will.”  Gustaf smiled down at me and took my hands
“My love, will you marry me on this special night?” I looked up at him; the light from the candles shined in his eyes, the warmth of his hands made my heart soar. He would marry me here, among my people. What a wonderful man he has become, I was so proud of him. Trembling I looked up at him.
 “I will.” Torgard came to me and placed a veil crowned with evergreens on my head.  She turned and put a crown of holly on Gustaf’s head. My hands went numb as we stood before the priest.  Trembling I looked at my bridegroom. I am about to marry the future King of Gotland. My heart was pounding. The prince held my hand gently as the priest began the benediction. I was so nervous but very happy, I could not believe all that was happening. The Mayor stood to Gustaf’s side as Torgard stood on mine.  The priest turned to Gustaf.
“Do you Prince Gustaf Andrew Thernhard II, Duke of Visby, take Kristin Anderson to be you wife, do you promise to protect her and proved for her, to furnish her with house and home and to always to be a true and faithful husband?
“I will” Gustaf looked into my eyes through the veil. The major handed Gustaf a ring.  He placed the ring on each finger of my left hand and then on my ring finger.  The ring was his, the golden ring that signified him as prince.  It was in the shape of a shield and bore the crest of the rising sun along with his initials. The priest looked at us.
“An now you may say what is in your hearts.” Gustaf gripped my hands.
“My princess, I promise to love you for always and shall I ever falter may I fall on sword.  You truly have changed my life and turned me from a scoundrel into a man. Your love has healed my soul I could not live without you.”  Trembling I gripped his hands, I smiled to myself he had changed.
“My prince, I promise to love you and be at your side forever.  You are the man I have always dreamed of.  You fill my heart with love and happiness and I shall fill your home with sons, this I promise for my heart belong forever to you.”  The mayor and Torgard came forward and placed an ice axe and a fancy knot of rope before us.  I took the rope and Gustaf took the axe and crossed them before us. These items were steeped in tradition and represented the strength and unity of our marriage, the priest put his hand on ours.
“By pick and rope and by the lord all mighty I pronounce you man and wife”.  Placing down the tools Gustaf pulled back my veil. The clock tower began to toll twelve.
“Merry Christmas my husband”
“Kristin, my Christmas wish has come true” he wisphered.
I smiled as he took me in his arms and kissed me passionately.  
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