Hello, my lovelies, and welcome to Medieval Monday! I haven’t done a post in a while and since I’m leading up to my next release on June 28th, I thought I’d go back to my very first medieval/time travel with an excerpt from For All of Ever. It was never my intention to write in this genre but those pesky characters are bound to have their way when they voice their opinions far into the wee hours of the nights. So, sit back and enjoy this glimpse into Katherine & Riorden’s journey through time! I have to admit, they’re still my favorite characters.
He placed his hand upon the latch to his chamber to open the door, but halted. He knew with every fiber of his being she was inside. He could feel her presence, as if she were waiting for his arrival. He opened the door, closing it behind him, and went to the hearth to rekindle the embers into a low flame. He exhaled slowly, more to get his thoughts together than to appear as if he could not handle a situation such as this. Truly, what was there really to be afraid of?
He turned and looked towards his bed. She stood there, touching one of the posts admiringly, just as he had seen her the first time but days ago. He had the pleasure of idly watching her, since it appeared she as yet did not know he was here. In truth, to his way of thinking, he had never seen a woman as lovely as she. Her beauty did not come from an outside appearance that may have appealed to him with other women in his past. Nay…hers came from the depths of her soul and from being good at heart.
His contemplation of her only intensified whilst she closed her eyes and leaned her head back. It appeared as if she was looking towards the heavens and the guardian angels above to at last come and claim her soul. He did not want to admit it, even unto himself, but he did not wish for her to leave as yet to join God, for with her nearness, he felt a soothing comfort fill him as never afore.
Riorden reached for a nearby pitcher of wine and poured some into a chalice. His nervousness must have shown, for he almost tipped over the now filled cup. It rattled upon the table and at last drew Katherine’s attention towards him. Her face transformed to one of pure radiance, and he felt he could stare into her glorious eyes for a lifetime, if the chance were given to them.
Riorden took a long drink of his wine before giving her a small bow. “Glad tidings to you this day, mademoiselle.”
Katherine nodded her head. “And may I wish you the same, Sir Knight.”
He watched her standing there, seeming to drink in the sheer sight of him, as he continued to take several deep sips from his chalice.
“You know, if you continue downing that in such a manner, you’re going to have a nasty hangover in the morning.”
He frowned at her strange words and took a deep breath. “I know not what you speak of, my lady,” he declared, watching her every move.
She rolled her eyes and gave him an impish grin that surprised him. Apparently, she must have realized her words confused him, for she touched her finger to her forehead and tapped it. “You’ll have a bad headache.”
“Your speech is passing strange,” Riorden commented. He put the cup back down on the table and placed his hands behind his back. Neither of them made any further comments whilst an awkward silence persisted between them. They only stared one unto the other. She, at last, came closer to stand afore him. He found that, for the life of him, he could not move away. Instead, he stood his ground, wondering what she would do next.
“You look so very real today,” she declared softly.
“As do you, Lady Katherine,” he said, giving her a small grin.
The smile she gave him in return was most serene. Even her eyes lit up at the reference to her name as it passed his lips. She reached up to touch him. Neither of them should have been surprised when her hand went right through him. She stepped back sadly and put her hands inside some odd fabric sewn into her hose.
Seeing her sorrow, he took a hesitant step towards her. Holding his hand palm up to her, he watched in fascination as she removed the white glove she had been wearing. She seemed uncertain, ’til she at last gave in to the impulse. Ever so slowly, she placed her hand but inches from his own. A tingling occurred in his palm, and from her expression, she must have felt it too, since she wrenched her hand back and rubbed her fingers together.
“What I would give to feel your heartbeat next to mine.” She gasped when the words left his mouth, afore he realized he had said them aloud. Once suggested, the words hovered in the room, as if to give them some semblance of hope, even as both realized ’twas obvious they could never be together. ’Twas too late to recant his hastily spoken words, but he would have done so, if only to lessen the hurt flashing momentarily in her eyes.
“I would cross time itself, if it were possible, just to find you, Riorden de Deveraux.”
“You know my name,” he drawled the obvious.
“Who are you?” he asked solemnly.
Her face lit up again whilst she gazed upon his face. “I’m someone who loves you.”
He kept his features expressionless. “I guessed as much, my lady, and yet you know nothing of me.”
“That’s true, and yet I’ve dreamed of you my entire life, enough to know you pretty well, I’m guessing.”
He was taken aback. “How is this possible?”
“I feel we are connected somehow,” Katherine began hesitantly. “I think perhaps our souls were meant to be together, but the centuries of time between us are keeping us apart.”
“Centuries? Surely, you jest, mademoiselle,” Riorden said with a raised brow of disbelief.
“I would never joke…err…jest about something as important as this. The fact we see each other as spirits speaks for itself, don’t you think?” Katherine asked quietly.
“Are you attempting to tell me you are from the future?” he questioned aghast.
Katherine smiled slightly. “Yes, I suppose I am, from your perspective.”
“Impossible,” Riorden said gruffly.
She shrugged her shoulders. “Apparently, it’s not as impossible as we may think, given we’re both having a conversation with a ghost.”
For All of Ever: The Knights of Berwyck,
A Quest Through Time Novel (Book One)
By Sherry Ewing
Sometimes to find your future you must look to the past…
Katherine Wakefield has dreamed and written of her knight in shining armor all her life. Never finding a man to measure up to the one of her imagination, she and her three closest friends take a vacation to England. Yet strange things begin happening while visiting Bamburgh castle, but how could they have known they’d find themselves thrown back more than eight hundred years into the past?
Riorden de Deveraux travels to Bamburgh answering the summons of King Henry II knowing his past life is about to catch up with him. But nothing prepares him for the beautiful vision of a strangely clad ghost who first appears in his chamber, let alone the fact he begins having a conversation with her.
Centuries are keeping them apart until Time gives them a chance at finding love. But there are obstacles threatening the fragile bit of hope that Riorden and Katherine can remain together. Will the past of one consume what their future may hold, or will Time take the decision from them and hurdle Katherine forward to where she truly belongs?