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In the Year of Our Lord, 1684

By: Tony155



I.

Sometimes during the course of history, unforseen events help shape the future of a country that otherwise might have taken longer to happen or never would have occurred at all. Such was the case of a little country called Ruudania, which was nestled in the vast Krumea valley and bordered by the Zaxon and the Mandes Rivers during the 17th century. It was during the year of our Lord, 1683, when this little tale begins.

Ruudania was at peace with all its neighboring countries during this time, something which could not always be counted upon. The ruler of this small duchy, King Aleksander IV, was very proud of this fact and did everything in his power to keep the peace. His eleven year reign saw his country become stable and prosperous, a stark contrast to the tumultuous and war-filled term of his father, King Ivan XII. It was but a short time after his father's sudden and mysterious death whereby Aleksander removed most of the ministers and replaced them with his most trusted and learned confidants. Some left quietly, while the rest, whom Aleksander suspected of foul play in his father's demise but could never prove it, did not. Fearing he might meet the same fate that of his father, he swiftly had them arrested, tried, and hung. Others, who saw his quick and decisive action, either resigned quietly or fell into line and gave their undying loyalty to him. 

Aleksander quickly signed treaties with two of the warring countries in which they were involved. In another mess his father had started and not finished, Aleksander reduced property taxes in order to jump start their stagnant economy. Although some of his advisors were skeptical of this venture because they preferred to line their own pockets with the excess through bribes and threats, they soon saw the wisdom of their leader and his vision for the future of Ruudania.

And so, Aleksander looked upon his reign with pride and satisfaction. His duchy was a model for other such countries to follow and some did. Crime was low and poverty was unheard of. While there were poor people, and there will always be poor people, the poor and middle class outnumbered the rich by a great amount. He felt he was looked upon as a good leader, a true father of his country who cared deeply for his people. 

In the year of our Lord, 1683, it was Aleksander's fiftieth year of gracing God's good earth. Now, no one lives forever and Aleksander was painfully aware of this fact. His own beloved wife, Katrina, had left his world three years earlier at the tender age of forty-three. She had lovingly bore him three sons and two daughters in their twenty-three years of marital bliss. Although their marriage had been one of political arrangement, they grew to love and respect each other soon after the grand wedding. Thinking back to that time, he now realized his only surviving son, Gregor, would need to begin preparations for marriage soon. He could not go on forever and Gregor would need the love and stability that marriage offered.

It had not been fair that Gregor be the one to succeed his father. Being third in line to the throne, Gregor was reasonably assured of living a life of carelessness and luxury upon his birth, but that was not to be. The eldest, Ivan, died in a freak hunting accident at the age of thirteen, while the second son, Sergei, a stupid and insolent adolescent, died of alcohol poisoning not too long after his mother departed the earth. Some would say he drank himself to death because of the loss of his mother, but ones who knew him best assumed it was but another excuse to imbibe too long and too hard. It was just unlucky he did not know his limits this time. Unlucky for Gregor, perhaps, but maybe very fortunate for the citizens of Ruudania who would be spared of Sergei's ineptitude as a person and a leader.

That could not be said for Gregor, who was his mother's image in looks, temperament and grace. Tall in stature and trim in size, Gregor had wavy black hair and pale gray eyes. He was considered handsome by most accounts and many young ladies of nobility hoped to catch the young prince's eye at various balls held throughout the year. He began attending these balls at the age of sixteen in the hopes of finding a young maiden who might catch his fancy, but none had done so as of yet. Keep in mind, he was but eighteen years young in the spring of 1683 and no one, save his father, was in any particular hurry for him to marry.

Aleksander had become uneasy with his fate soon after his fiftieth birthday. He was one of the few males in his family to have survived that long, his own father being one of them, and his intuition told him he was not to live much longer. How much longer? That, he could not tell. Therefore, he set about teaching his son the inner workings of their government. Many an hour went by as father and son sat in the great library pouring over books, documents, and treaties. Aleksander was overjoyed to find that Gregor appeared to absorb everything quickly and eagerly. His most trusted advisors were brought in to teach the young prince about law, finances, and government ministry. They, too, were pleased with his knowledge and understanding. 

Weeks and months went by as father and son got to know each other better. Growing up, Gregor did not have the pleasure of his father's company very often. Now, in the twilight of his father's life, Gregor was taking advantage of their time together. When they were not discussing government or taxes, Aleksander showed great interest in his son's personal life. As was his custom, Gregor rarely expanded upon his interest in any of the fine maidens in their domain, let alone the fairer sex in general. As the Harvest Ball neared, Aleksander again felt the urgency to have his son married, and soon.

It was a beautiful August morning as the two had their heads close together in Aleksander's office. Pouring over a treaty his father had signed with the country called Haagendorf in the year of our Lord, 1674, Gregor shook his head in amazement at the simple, yet delicate handling of the writing within the treaty. Although Ruudania and Haagendorf were at a stalemate during their conflict, the document appeared to favor Ruudania in the long run.

"How did you get them to sign, father?" Gregor asked with interest. "It would seem we gained much from this and Haagendorf, little."

"At the time," his father explained, "it was advantageous for them to sign quickly. We had a stranglehold on their supply line to the sea."

"Should not we have crushed them and taken what was ours?"

"It was your grandfather's war and it had gone long enough. There would have been much more bloodshed and I did not want to see that happen. It was good for both countries."

Gregor nodded his approval at the wisdom of his father. Not only did both countries gain from the treaties, there had been nary a hint of hostility between the two since. In fact, they could almost be called allies, if such a term existed between two formerly warring countries. No, they would not invite the other over for cake and wine, but they no longer invaded the other's territories.

"I see," Gregor said. "So, it is not always the goal to defeat your enemy?"

"Only when a peaceful solution that is best for both countries can be worked out. It made no sense for us to continue killing each other when a peaceful solution was available."

Aleksander stopped and looked out the window behind them. The view was breathtaking and many a time, Aleksander would take time and just stare at its beauty. It overlooked the plush, rolling fields that surrounded his castle, fields that led to a majestic forest which bordered the Mandes River. Aleksander could see for miles in all directions from this vantage point and his country's beauty never ceased to amaze him. It was at the Mandes River where he received his first glimpse of Katrina as she stepped from her ship for her initial visit to Ruudania. Astride his black steed, he caught his breath in awe of her beauty. Totally captivated, it was not long before he proposed to her and she accepted. It mattered not to them that they were pawns between their warring fathers or that the engagement was already arranged. It only mattered what they felt in their hearts. Glancing back at his son, he could only wish the same happiness for him.

"The Harvest Ball is coming soon," Aleksander said as he turned away from the window.

"Yes," replied Gregor as he continued to study the treaty in hopes of learning more from it.

"It should be a grand time. We have had a very good crop this year. We are very fortunate."

"We are very fortunate," Gregor agreed.

"Have you anyone in mind to accompany you to the ball?"

"No father."

"Why not?" his father inquired.

"Oh father," Gregor sighed as he put the treaty aside, "we have discussed this before many times over."

"Perhaps we need to discuss this more," Aleksander replied patiently.

"Why? What good would it do? I have met every duchess in the land and none have stirred me to the point of pursuing them. It is not their fault, but I do not wish to marry someone I am not in love with."

"Marriage?" his father laughed. "I do not believe I mentioned anything about marriage."

"Ah," his son admonished, "but it always leads to such."

"Only because the good people of Ruudania expect it. It has been a long time since they were able to celebrate a royal wedding."

"I will not marry just to please the people," Gregor said firmly.

"Will you marry at all?" he inquired. "It is unusual for someone your age not to be engaged or married. You are almost nineteen now and you have become a fine young man. You need a wife by your side when I am no longer here."

Gregor's eyes widened. "You scare me, father. You act as if you have not much longer to live!"

Aleksander looked at his son and tried to smile. "My bones are old and sometimes in my dreams I hear your mother calling for me. I am a realist. That is all. I will not live forever and you must be prepared for that event." He placed his hand on Gregor's shoulder. "I do not wish to rush you into an arranged marriage or marriage where you cannot stand the sight of the other. I feel I do not have many years left on this earth and you must understand the consequences. Our people will accept you as their leader much easier should you have a woman by your side. It is the simple truth and you can look through the annals of our history to prove it."

"A good, loving wife makes the troubles of leadership so much easier," the tired monarch continued. "Your mother's love was better than any elixir a physician could conjure up. I still miss her touch terribly."

Aleksander sat down heavily in his red velvet upholstered chair. It saddened him to discuss his mortality to his son, but he felt it was for the best. He had always tried to be honest with Gregor as he was with his sisters, Marta and Xenia. Both sisters were engaged to fine men of royal ties, but per custom, they were required to wait until the heir was married before they were allowed to take their vows. Neither wanted to say anything to their dear brother, whom they adored, but they were anxious, as were their beaus, to announce their nuptials. In their father, they confided their concerns and he tried to temper their angst. 

"What do you suggest I do, father?" Gregor asked quietly, his heart heavy with sadness. "I have found no one here whom I would want to marry, nor is there any country nearby who would benefit from a marriage between our countries. I do not know what to do."

Aleksander had anticipated such a response from his son and from his anticipation, he had summoned a few of his advisors weeks before to gather their thoughts on the subject. From their conversations, Aleksander requested they make inquiries throughout the continent in hopes of finding a bride for the young prince. And so they did.

Aleksander spoke again. "I have already sent emissaries far and wide in search of a bride for you, my son. Minister Tschaikov has received various responses and now, he waits for my directive.

Gregor looked astonished, his face flushed in anger. "You have already started a search without knowing what I might want?"

"There was no harm done," his father explained. "If you do not want to pursue this, we will simply let them know our correspondence was a mistake and things will go on as before. But, sometimes these things work out for the best. Although it was not exactly the same thing, my marriage to your mother was similar. Our marriage was arranged and we could not break that arrangement, but I proposed to her nonetheless. It made it less...awkward... between us. We had no choice in the matter, however you do. You will be able to at least see a portrait of a girl and decide if you would like to meet her. We did not have that luxury. This is entirely up to you. I cannot and will not force you to do something of which you feel uncomfortable."

Aleksander sat back and folded his hands in front of him. He watched his son as he pondered all that was said. The king hoped his son would take advantage of the situation at hand and not be stubborn about it. It was he who said he found no one in the land whom he felt attraction towards, so why not try something else?

Gregor was still angered after his father's explanation, but he knew it would not last. The plan made sense, as did all of his father's plans, and there really was no harm done. He often wondered why he felt no particular attraction to any of the fairer sex in the kingdom. It was not because he found them unattractive. Ruudania and the surrounding lands were blessed with many beautiful women and yes, he found them to be very attractive. But when it came time to actually converse with them and discover more about them, he usually was disappointed. He could never pinpoint one certain thing that soured his thoughts, but it was always something about them he could not quite explain.

One thing was quite certain; Gregor was willing to look elsewhere. The one thing he did not particularly care about was that it had been done without his knowledge or consent, but he would overlook that as well. He knew his father was only looking out for his best interest and there was nothing wrong with that.

"I am sorry if I spoke out of line, father," Gregor said slowly. "I know you were doing what you thought was right. I am willing to listen to any proposals received."

Aleksander beamed with joy at his answer and for the rest of the day they talked with Tschaikov about the inquiries he had received.

Over the next six months, portraits were exchanged from lands far and near. Very few of the women pictured piqued his interest and there were some who no artist could paint to be even almost pretty. To Aleksander's amusement, one time Gregor was astonished and more than a little upset to discover it was he who was rejected by one of the plainer princesses.

One day, however, in the late winter of 1684, a portrait arrived with little fanfare. By this time, Gregor was resigned to the fact that perhaps he was being too strict and rigid in what he wanted from his future bride. At the Christmas Ball, he had met a princess from Fenwick named Anastasia with whom he danced several times. She was pleasing to the eye and somewhat witty and intelligent. He was mildly interested and looked forward to perhaps meeting her again at the Spring Ball to be held the following April.

Anyway, the portrait arrived and Tschaikov explained the girl portrayed was named Ingrid from Kesse, a small country 340 miles to the north. 

"She has seen a portrait of you, my Lord, and she is anxious for your reply," he said. "I have not said this before about any of the previous women whose portrait you have seen, but from the information I have gathered, I think this woman would be a very good match for you."

"Well, let us see," Gregor replied, indicating the portrait, but not too enthusiastically. He had seen dozens of portraits and this was just another. He was, however, intrigued by Tschaikov's recommendation.

Tschaikov carefully unwrapped the package and showed it to the future heir. Gregor studied it for several minutes, his hand across his mouth and under his nose in deep thought. Before him was a pretty, but not beautiful, woman with red hair and china blue eyes. Her cheekbones were high and sharp and her smile was very pleasant. She appeared to be fairly tall and her build was slim. The dress she wore flattered her and the prince found he had trouble taking his eyes away. Gregor was intrigued and just as he had no clear reason for disliking some of the portraits he had seen, he could not pinpoint his attraction to her. He surmised it was her smile, which he found very warm and loving. It brightened her face and he assumed she could put everyone at ease with it.

"Tell me what you know about her," he said to Tschaikov.

It was late that evening and Gregor was still at his desk writing. He had gone through almost a dozen drafts of his first letter to Ingrid, partly because she spoke a different dialect than he and Gregor was not as proficient in her language as he would have liked, but mostly because he wanted the letter to be perfect. As the candles burnt lower and lower, he was finally satisfied. Gregor leaned back in his chair after putting his quill in the ink well and re-read his letter.

20 March 1684

My Dearest Ingrid,

This day, I have viewed your portrait for the first time and forgive me for being forward, but I find your likeness most appealing. Minister Tschaikov has been good enough to provide some information about you, but it is not nearly enough to satisfy my curiosity. I would like to know more about you, your likes and dislikes, if you please. Anything you may provide me would be most appreciated.

You will find that although I am heir to the throne of Ruudania, I am a man of simple tastes and lifestyle. I am of even temperament and somewhat favor my dear, late mother, about whom no one had a bad thing to say. I drink very little and only weak wine at that. I love to read and you can find me up until early in the morning with my nose in a book or other manuscript. It is a wonder we have any candles left here! 

I am a loving and caring person and from what Tschaikov has learned, you and I are similar in that regard. Though this land can be cold, my heart is warm and that will never change.

Know that I anxiously await your reply and perhaps we may meet someday soon.

Warmest Regards, Gregor

The next morning, Gregor's letter was dispatched with Aleksander's most trusted courier.

II.

A brilliant sun shown over the royal dwelling of Kesse that late March morning. Princess Ingrid woke early as had been her custom for the past week or so, her heart waiting in anticipation for news from the south. Ever since emissaries had visited her father, King Wilhelm X, about the availability of his fair eldest daughter for marriage to Prince Gregor of Ruudania, she could scarcely keep a straight thought. No one of royalty had ever inquired about her, always showing more interest in her comely sister, Maria, who was already engaged. Some thought perhaps she was too old to be considered suitable for marriage, although she being nineteen was still thought of as being a perfect age in some societies of the time. Unfortunately, Kesse was a country where young maidens became unusable maids if they were not wed before their eighteenth birthday. Of course, Ingrid was aware of this, but there was nothing she could do should no one find her attractive.

In the meantime, she studied the history of Ruudania and received small bits of information about Gregor, whose portrait she admired very much. It was rumored, she was told, that King Aleksander was not in the best of health and perhaps Gregor would be the next king very soon. Now, Ruudania was not a large or grand country where the monarch's riches would be unbelievable and Kesse was not powerful enough for a lesser princess such as Ingrid to command such, but Ingrid only hoped to wed someone who was loyal and kind to her and perhaps even come to love her eventually. Although it was only a portrait, Ingrid saw warmth and kindness in Gregor's face and that was the main reason for her consent in the matter.


In the Year of Our Lord, 1684



Ruudania appeared to be of the same economic stature as her own country, so her style of living would not be affected, although money and riches mattered little to her. It was always her family who insisted she wear a new gown to every ball when another dress she had worn before would have done just as well. It was her mother who insisted she wear heavy, gaudy necklaces when a simple strand of pearls would have sufficed. Although it was a convenience for her, Ingrid still resisted help being dressed in the morning and undressed in the evening by one of the servants.

Seated on a cushion and looking out the window of her room, it was her only time of the day where she was completely alone and able to sort out all of the thoughts going through her head before she was to be dressed and sent down for breakfast. She enjoyed this time the most and tried to take advantage of it. She had gone to bed and wakened every day with thoughts of Gregor in her head. She wondered what he was like and wished to know him better, if it was agreeable to him. She wondered what impression her portrait made upon him and wished to know his thoughts. Sometimes, she would go down to the great room and look at his portrait where it had been carefully stored. She liked his features more and more.

A soft knock upon the door broke her from her thoughts as the young servant girl came in to help her bathe and get dressed. Once that was completed, Ingrid went down to breakfast with her family. She was greeted warmly by her parents, but virtually ignored by her younger sister.

"How are you this morning, my dear?" her mother asked as she offered her cheek to her, which Ingrid kissed lightly.

"I am wonderful. It is a lovely day, is it not?" Ingrid replied, her eyes shining.

"Grand," her father agreed.

They busied themselves with their breakfast of fruit, cream and bread, talking amongst themselves as Maria merely picked at her plate. The meal was pleasant as they discussed their plans for the day. Her father planned to go hunting in the forest region while her mother had sewing to do. Maria had no particular plans and Ingrid only wanted to walk in the gardens and take in the beauty of the day.

Presently, there was a knock at the large, oak door. Wilhelm turned and saw Gerhardt, his courier at the door.

"Dispatches for you, Your Highness."

"Come," the king beckoned.

Gerhardt moved forward and handed several envelopes to his king.

"Thank you. You may go."

The courier bowed and removed himself from the room.

Wilhelm placed the letters on the table next to his plate and left them there until he was finished with his meal. Once he was ready, he opened the first two and read them. Whatever was in the second letter pleased him as he laughed aloud. When he picked up the third letter, he studied it with care, his great brown eyes narrowing for a few moments before he looked at his eldest daughter thoughtfully.

"It is addressed to you, my dear. It has the seal of Ruudania stamped upon it." Although he had the right and duty to open the letter himself and read the contents, Wilhelm was not a cruel father, especially in matters of the heart concerning his daughters. Instead, he handed the envelope to Ingrid.

Ingrid's heart leapt with joy and her hands shook as she received the parchment. Carefully, she unsealed the envelope and pulled the note from it. Unfolding it slowly, she began to read its contents. Her parents watched with interest as Ingrid's eyes poured over the neat, simple script of the writer. Maria showed no interest one way or the other. 

Ingrid smiled and her eyes shown once she completed reading it. Folding it again, she placed it in the envelope and sighed.

"Well?" her mother asked impatiently.

"He wants for me to write him. He liked my portrait and he wants me to write him," she gushed. "He wrote perfectly in our language, too. He sounds so very nice. I should write him at once!"

She got up quickly from her chair and turned before stopping in her tracks. Looking back at her parents, she asked demurely, "May I be excused?"

"Of course, you may," her father answered.

Ingrid hurried swiftly to her room, shutting her door behind her. Sitting at her writing table, excitement swelled her heart as she pulled the note from the envelope and re-read its contents. She smiled when she came to the conclusion. Pulling out a piece of parchment, Ingrid set about writing back to Gregor.

27 March 1684

My Dearest Prince Gregor,

I pray this letter finds you healthy and happy. I was more than pleased to receive your note dated 20 March. Your skill in our language far exceeds my knowledge of Ruudanian, but I feel with skilled tutoring, perhaps I may become proficient in your language as well.

You are very kind and not too forward at all to find my likeness pleasing. You flatter me, sir, for you are considerate with your words and that is endearing to me.

You asked my likes and dislikes and I will do my best to describe myself. I am a lover of music, art, and nature. I am glad to find you do not imbibe to excess, for I loathe a drunken man with no concern for anyone or anything besides the spirits. A wise man keeps his wits about him at all times for one never knows when he may need them at the worst possible moment. I, too, am simple in my taste in the luxuries of life and prefer to live as simply as possible. My father loses no sleep over my expenses! In fact, I am chided for my lack of spending.

Your sense of humor is refreshing and I enjoy a good story as well as anyone. My education is extensive and I am learned in many subjects. My tongue is not sharp, yet I am not weak in my views of the world. I do not hesitate to share my opinion when it is wanted and I understand when it is not.

I pray this small definition of myself is useful to you, my dear sir. I should like to continue to correspond with you if this pleases you. A visit to Ruudania in the future would be most pleasing and I would look forward to such an endeavor. With a heavy heart, I will end this note, but know I look forward to your reply.

Yours, Ingrid

III.

And so, Gregor and Ingrid exchanged correspondence over the next few months and with each letter received, they discovered a little more about the other. The only person more pleased than Aleksander with the developing relationship was Gregor, who wished nothing more than to meet Ingrid and said so in his letter to her dated 27 May, 1684. Now, a week and a half later, he waited anxiously for her reply as he paced the floor of his room that early June morning.

Other pressing issues preyed upon Gregor's mind as his thoughts were also with his father, who complained about a stomach ailment which had not been relieved with medication from his doctor.

"Oh, the pain is not there that much," he said to try and assure his son, but Gregor was still skeptical.

He saw his father's step was not as lively as just a few months before and the sparkle in his eye had diminished. Yet, he looked no worse for wear that morning at breakfast and he had eaten his normal amount without complaint.

Gregor's thoughts, however, often turned to their conversation just a few months prior when his father scared him with his rhetoric concerning his life and the time he felt he had left. The thought of his father's eventual death sent shivers through Gregor, not only because they had become so much closer over the last year, but the fact Gregor was the heir and all the country would be dependent upon him should his father pass. That responsibility sometimes overwhelmed him and he wondered if perhaps his father felt the same way before he ascended the throne. 

His father and all of the advisors had taught him well and many a time, his father would have him sit with him during his meetings with his cabinet. Sometimes, they would ask him his opinion about different governmental matters and Gregor would answer to the best of his ability. Most of the time, his thoughts were met with approval, while sometimes, his father would explain how he would handle the circumstance and point out why Gregor's reasoning could possibly be wrong. Gregor understood the reproach and continued to make mental notes. The advisors understood the delicate balance between teaching the future king, pointing out mistakes, and still basically being his servant. They, for the most part, left the reproaching to Aleksander. 

Just as he was to go to the library for another session with his father, Tschaikov brought him the letter he had long awaited. Opening it with steady hands, he read:

1 June 1684

My Dearest Gregor,

Your gracious invitation is accepted and I scarcely can wait to meet you. My heart leapt with joy upon its arrival, as it does with all of your sweet letters. I, too, feel we have a unique bond already and I pray this meeting will become a new beginning for us. As per your request, mother and I will depart 7 June and should arrive on the 10th.

I am sorry to hear of your father's health problems. Perhaps a trip to the sea would be of use to him. I have heard the sea air is quite refreshing this time of year. I know you are worried about him, dear Gregor, but I feel in my heart all will be for the best.

My sister's wedding is the 27th of next month and she is becoming impossible. Her demands are frivolous and child-like and it is difficult to believe she is sixteen and almost married when she acts as if she is five. She is actually begrudging me the opportunity of meeting you because of the closeness of her wedding. I suspect, however, it is because I am finding happiness and she is not receiving all of mother and father's attention. Her fiancé, Phillippe, is a saint and I pity him the life he is about to live with her. I despise myself for being ill-tongued towards her, but she is trying me to my limits!

I am sorry to be babbling on so. It was not my intention. Know that you have already made me so very happy and I anxiously await our meeting. It will be an honour and a privilege to meet your father and sisters and I look forward to seeing the beautiful countryside of Ruudania. Your descriptions of it make it appear breathtakingly charming.

Until the 10th, my dear Gregor, be safe and may God be with you and your family.

Yours, Ingrid

Gregor folded the letter neatly and placed it in his journal, where he kept all of her letters. With a new found bounce in his step, Gregor hurried to the library.

IV.

On the morning of the 10th, Gregor woke much earlier than normal and wondered to himself how he was able to sleep at all. He contemplated asking his father's physician for a sleep medication, but he had drank one of his concoctions before and it had not agreed with him. 

Now fully awake, he looked to the north and sighed. She would be there that day and he was happy. He did not know when she would arrive, but he suspected it would be around noon or somewhat soon thereafter. Scouts would be placed along the shoreline of the Mandes and he would be notified when her ship came into sight. A small feast would be prepared in her honor for he knew they would be famished upon their arrival. 

He was nervous, as one would suspect upon perhaps meeting his future bride for the first time, and he had asked his father many times over about his parents' first meeting. Aleksander tried to put his mind at ease, telling him everything would be perfectly fine, but he understood his son's trepidation. It was not that long ago when he waited impatiently on the shore of the Mandes.

Future bride. That thought ran over and over again through Gregor's mind. It scared and exhilarated him at the same time. Fears of her finding him distasteful and unappealing crept into his brain, although he thought that possibility remote. Her letters had become increasingly affectionate and he felt they knew each other quite well already. As Ingrid had confessed in a recent note, Gregor, too, had gazed upon her portrait many times over the past few months and it pleased him. He had begun to feel the stirs of love within his heart, yet he could not express that to her. Not yet. 

Once dressed, Gregor put off breakfast in order to give his great black steed, Storm, a workout around the grounds. Together, they rode to the Mandes where Gregor envisioned her ship slowly making its way through the crisp, clear, blue water. He imagined Ingrid stepping off and walking down the ramp towards him, her flaming red hair lightly dancing on her shoulder and her face lighting up upon seeing him....

Storm snorted and pawed at the ground in front of them, breaking Gregor's thoughts and sending the vision away. Perturbed with his four legged friend for perhaps the first time ever, Gregor nudged his side and they made their way home.

Meanwhile, a small ship navigated the calm, open waters of the Dark Sea. The name did not befit the tranquil sea, and never had, for this body of water was seemingly serene and beautiful all of the time. They were but two hours away from their destination and for that, Ingrid could not be more thankful. As one who did not take well to sailing, Ingrid's stomach was in constant turmoil from the rocking, as well as her nerves. Twice, she had deposited the contents of her stomach into a basin against her express wishes, but that had been hours before and her stomach was somewhat settled now. Afraid to eat anything for fear of vomiting once more, Ingrid refused breakfast and hoped Gregor would be kind enough to have a meal prepared for her upon her arrival.

She checked herself in a mirror more than once and appeared presentable with no telltale signs of her upheavals. When she learned they were but an hour away, her heart gave a start and thousands of butterflies began to dance in her empty stomach. They had navigated the mouth of the Mandes and Ingrid looked out to see rolling fields, blooming flowers, and majestic trees all along the shore. More than once, farmers and field hands stopped their work to watch the vessel pass. Personal vessels were rare on this river, mostly storing ships and the like, so they assumed and assumed correctly that an important person was coming for a visit. 

Ingrid's visit was not common knowledge and only the household and a few of Aleksander's advisors knew of her arrival. The staff and servants were sworn to secrecy with the knowledge that swift and severe punishment would befall them should news of her visit be leaked. It mattered not that Ingrid was coming for a visit, but it would matter should she not become Gregor's wife. No one wanted her visit to be automatically construed into believing she was to be the future queen. A more formal visit would be celebrated upon their engagement, should that happen.

Ingrid fell in love with the land from the moment she set eyes upon it. It reminded her so much of her own homeland and she knew it would be an easy adjustment for her. The next hour dragged interminably as a large forest bordered the river, showing nothing but rows and rows of large pines. Soon, though, Ingrid felt the ship's movements slow and she heard shouts of orders from the captain to the crew. Looking out her window, she saw a long dock leading to a clearing where a dozen or so soldiers stood guard around a tall figure astride a coal black horse. 

It was he! It was Gregor! She found it hard to breathe as she continued to stare at the handsome man peering at the ship. Her mother came to her side and looked also.

"He is very handsome," her mother said, holding the curtain to the side.

"Oh, yes he is!" Ingrid replied, clutching her handkerchief to her breast.

"Come," her mother said pulling her away from the window, "we must look presentable for him." With that, she began to fuss about Ingrid's hair and dress.

Gregor waited impatiently as the ship came to a stop, dropped anchor, and began to prepare to disembark the passengers. Storm noticed his master's nervousness and became a bit restless himself. Gregor patted his neck affectionately, all the while watching for Ingrid to appear.

When he first caught sight of her, Gregor certainly thought his heart would stop beating. Dressed in an emerald green gown and with her fire red hair swept upward in a delicate tangle of curls, Ingrid was everything he had imagined and more. He could see her light blue eyes from this distance and they were beautiful as well.

When they were within one hundred feet from the shore, Gregor dismounted and handed the reins to one of the soldiers. Another soldier handed him a large bouquet of wild flowers, which he entrusted into the crook of his left arm. Trying to shake off his nerves, Gregor strode quickly to the dock and waited for his future bride.

And in his mind, she was to be his bride. From the moment he laid eyes upon her face, he knew she was the one whom he would marry. He knew that in his heart.

Ingrid's heart was pounding and she was sure her dress could not conceal its beat outside her chest. She watched as Gregor dismounted and strode forward, his face smiling and eyes dancing. He was but a few yards away and she felt as if she might swoon.

She now stood before him smiling shyly, demurely, her eyes flashing across his face and taking in his chiseled features. Ingrid curtsied to Gregor and he bowed. He then stepped forward until they were but a few feet apart. Ingrid held out her hand and Gregor kissed it lightly, holding it but a brief second before letting it go.

"Your portrait did not do you justice, my dear. Your artist should be dismissed for he did not capture your true beauty," Gregor said in a low voice in her language. Ingrid smiled and blushed. "I am so glad you came." He then extended the large bouquet to her. "These are for you, my dear, flowers from my garden."

Ingrid received them and sniffed them lightly. They were very fragrant and she was pleased with his thoughtfulness. "You are too kind, my lord."

"Please, my dear, call me Gregor."

"And I am Ingrid."

Gregor laughed, "Yes, you are. You are indeed!"

Introductions were made to Ingrid's mother, Helga, and other members of their party. Soon, they were led to a nearby carriage where they road the thirteen miles to Gregor's home. Ingrid and her mother sat on one side of the coach while Gregor occupied the other.

"Was your trip pleasant, I do pray?" Gregor inquired.

Ingrid glanced at her mother. "Quite pleasant, thank you," she replied. "Your country is quite beautiful as you described. It reminds me of Kesse very much."

"I am glad it pleases you."

Ingrid looked into his gray eyes and saw nothing but happiness staring back at her. A lot could be told by looking into a man's eyes, she knew. The countryside may have been beautiful, but it was he who had her attention the most. He looked so handsome in his dark blue and gold jacket that she had difficulty taking her eyes away from him.

They arrived at the castle in a short period of time and within minutes, formal introductions were made to King Aleksander and Gregor's sisters. Ingrid and her mother curtsied deep and low to show their reverence to him and Aleksander, in turn, solemnly kissed their hands.

"You are most welcome in my country and in my home," he said pleasantly. Gregor translated for them. 

With a simple nod from Gregor, the staff went into action taking the women's luggage to their rooms and bringing in the feast for their arrival. Although Ingrid and her mother would have preferred a warm bath and a nap before dining, they thanked their host for his hospitality before being seated.

Seated at the head of the long table in the formal dining room, Aleksander raised his goblet in the direction of Ingrid and her mother.

"To our honored guests. May you have a grand time this week. Enjoy your stay." 

With that, everyone touched glasses and the dinner began. Gregor was seated across from Ingrid and they conversed throughout the meal, although it was difficult because of the width of the table. With her mother warily watching him, Gregor made eye contact with Ingrid many times without speaking. Through the flickering flames of the candlelight, he was already getting lost in those blue eyes and was not ashamed to admit such. Her delicate features fascinated him and he longed to hold her in his arms, to touch her skin. Of course, that was pure folly in his mind for he knew her mother would not let Ingrid out of her sight. 




In the Year of Our Lord, 1684



Ingrid, at first, felt slightly uneasy because of his intense gaze, but soon, she warmed to it and welcomed it. She, too, wished to be alone with him for just a little while to get to know him better without the presence of anyone, but she resigned herself to the fact that it was not to be, at least during this visit. Future visits would perhaps relax the tensions of their parents so that they would be allowed some quiet time together. And she was sure of future visits. In her mind, Ingrid was already making plans to invite Gregor to her sister's wedding, if she could stand the thought of being away from him for that long. Already, her heart was telling her Gregor was the one and if he should propose that very day, she would never second guess her affirmative response.

Gregor's attention was diverted as he saw his father's pained expression to his left. Aleksander clutched his stomach area and winced as beaded sweat appeared upon his forehead. He pushed back his chair and tried to stand, but lacked the strength. Gregor quickly moved to his side as Ingrid, her mother, and others looked on.

"Father, are you all right?"

"Just a bit of indigestion," he gasped. "It will pass."

Gregor called to the servant, "Call the physician at once!" The servant left quickly through the nearest door.

He then helped his father to his feet and began to guide him out of the room. Aleksander turned to his guests and apologized. "I am so sorry for this inconvenience. Please do not let my malaise interfere with your dining. Most likely, I ate too quickly. Please carry on." He managed a weak smile before they disappeared from the room. Aleksander forgot his guests did not speak his language.

Ingrid and her mother exchanged furtive glances as they avoided eye contact with the two sisters. Marta and Xenia were worried, too, but it was not the first time their father had to leave the table abruptly for one ailment or another. The difference was it was happening too regularly now.

Gregor returned a short time later looking sad and preoccupied. Everyone looked to him as he sat down and cleared his throat.

"He is resting. The doctor gave him some medicine and it has calmed his stomach. The doctor assures me he should be fine very soon. Let us enjoy this fine feast. Father would be highly upset if we did not have a grand time because we were worried about him." He began to dine once again.

Ingrid looked at Gregor and could already see the tension in his face, although he tried gamely to hide it. He smiled at her, but she did not see the same sparkle in his eyes as she had before.

After dining, mother and daughter retreated to their rooms where they took warm baths and napped in separate luxurious rooms. Ingrid slept little, as she had during the entire trip thus far, her mind filled with thoughts of Gregor. He was so much better in person than any dream she could imagine. Already, she could tell he was sweet and kind just by the way he spoke to her and the way he tended to his father. His eyes were gentle and there was no possible way he could feign that.

They joined Gregor and his sisters in the late evening for a light dinner. Aleksander remained in bed, preferring to eat there, and sent his apologies. While at lunch, Marta and Xenia sensed the attraction between their brother and Ingrid and had discussed them in private afterward. Outwardly, they said and showed nothing concerning the two, but privately, they were excited as now there was a real possibility for their own marriages to take place.

Gregor's enthusiasm for being with Ingrid again was somewhat tempered by his father's recurring stomach ailment, but he attempted to put up a cheerful front for everyone's sake. Gregor felt a bit out of place being the only male at the table, but he stole glances at Ingrid now and then again and was beginning to feel very much at ease with her. Even with his best efforts, it was a subdued meal as the sisters tried to make small talk with Ingrid and her mother. Although they were not as fluent in the Kessian language as their brother, everyone seemed to enjoy the conversation. Gregor looked upon their conversation thoughtfully and enjoyed listening to Ingrid speak. Her intelligent and witty remarks were most appealing and once again, he wished to be alone with her for just a little while.

It was close to nine o'clock in the evening when the meal was completed. They retreated to the sitting room, a spacious area where Marta and Xenia often did their sewing or entertained their beaus. However, they bid their brother and his guests good night before retiring to bed. 

"I should retire also," her mother said, giving Ingrid a look. "It has been a long day. Coming dear?"

"I am not very tired right now, mother," Ingrid replied, daring to challenge her, if but slightly. "I think I would like to chat a spell with Gregor for just a few minutes."

Helga's eyes narrowed somewhat at her daughter's impertinence, but decided it was not enough to start an argument. Besides, Ingrid was not a stupid girl like her sister and she trusted her. Also, if the man involved had been anyone except Gregor, she would not given it another thought to drag her daughter to her room. "I expect you upstairs in ten minutes, my dear, and not a second longer."

"Yes, ma'am," Ingrid replied, not believing what she had just heard. "Thank you," she added.

"You are welcome. Ten minutes."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good night, madam," Gregor said, "and thank you."

Helga eyed him carefully. "Good night, Gregor."

They waited until Helga disappeared up the staircase before turning to each other.

"Would you like to stay here or perhaps walk a little?" Gregor asked.

"Here is fine," Ingrid replied, not wanting to anger her mother. This little bit of freedom was exhilarating and it was something she did not expect.

"I am so glad to have finally met you," Gregor began. "I feel I know you far better than I should. You were very candid in your letters."

"It is hard for me to believe I am here," Ingrid replied nervously. She had never been alone with a man before. "Sometimes, I feel as if I am in a dream and that if I blink, it will all end without me knowing what is to come."

"It is not a dream, Ingrid. You are here with me for a little while, at least."

"You have been so kind to mother and me."

Gregor smiled. "I dare say, I do not believe being mean to you would have put me in your favor!"

Ingrid stamped her foot lightly with hands on hips. "You joke when I try to be serious! I pray this is not how you will be from now on." She smiled at him to let him know she was not angry.

Gregor shrugged his shoulders. "I am the person standing in front of you. I cannot change who I am."

"Nor would I want you to change," Ingrid replied. "A sense of humor is good for a man."

"Or a woman."

"Of course." 

Gregor clasped his hands behind his back as a slight awkwardness ensued between the two. Nothing was said for a few moments as Gregor collected his thoughts.

"Are you enjoying your stay so far?" he asked finally.

"Oh yes, I am having a marvelous time."

"Good."

"It was so kind of you to invite me."

Gregor smiled once more, relaxing in the presence of Ingrid. "I do not think I could have stood another day of not seeing you in person. Your letters were wonderful and I so looked forward to receiving them, but to have you here in front of me is what I needed. I simply had to meet you and find out."

"Find out what?" she asked curiously.

Gregor contemplated his answer briefly. "I had to find out if you were as wonderful in person as in your letters," he answered softly.

Ingrid blushed from the compliment. "And what have you found in the short time since my arrival?" she asked coyly, her hands behind her back as she swayed slightly to and fro.

"You far exceed anything I could have imagined." He sighed heavily as he looked upward towards the landing. He knew their time was short and he did not want Ingrid to be late to her room.

"You are very free with your compliments, Gregor. I could very well get used to that."

"Then I shall continue to compliment you forever."

"Forever?"

"Or as long as you can stand me."

Ingrid giggled as she brought her hands in front of her once more. "I think I shall be able to stand you for a very long time, indeed."

"Forever?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, my dear," she answered softly. "Forever."

They stood there motionless and saying nothing, both seemingly having forgotten the ability to speak. Ingrid looked down at her hands momentarily before glancing at Gregor, who was staring off into the distance.

It was not exactly how Ingrid envisioned her future husband's proposal, but of course, there were times when she doubted marriage would ever be in her life at all. She smiled at Gregor before looking in the direction of the stairs.

"I think it is time for me to retire before mother worries."

"Ingrid, I..." Gregor began.

"Shhh," Ingrid said softly while pressing her fingers to his lips. "No more words tonight, dear Gregor. Let us sleep on the words already spoken. We will talk more in the morning."

Still looking dumbfounded, he said, "Good night, then, my dear Ingrid." 

"Good night to you, Gregor."

She slowly turned and made her way to the staircase wishing she could stay for hours longer. At the second floor landing, she looked down at Gregor, who was looking up at her, his eyes having followed her every move. She smiled shyly once more before going down the hall and retiring to her room.

Almost an hour went by before Gregor felt he had strength enough to leave. Sitting down on a nearby sofa, he thought through their entire conversation. Had he proposed? Had she accepted? He now wished it had gone better, that he could have said all the things he wanted. Now he would have to wait until morning to talk to her again. Would she change her mind? Would she be angry with him? His mind was in a whirl and he knew sleep would not come easily, if at all. Gathering his strength, Gregor left the room and headed up the stairs. He went first to his father's room, rapping lightly on his heavy oak door before entering. Aleksander was awake and sitting up in his bed with papers strewn about.

"Ah, Gregor, retiring to bed so soon?" His voice was lively again, much to Gregor's pleasure.

"It has been a long day, father. How are you feeling?"

"I feel very well, thank you. Whatever the doctor gave me has me ready to face the world again. How did your evening go? How is Ingrid?"

"She is fine, thank you." Gregor sat down on the edge of the bed. "Father, may I ask you something?"

"Of course." He put aside the scrap of paper he was reading.

"When did you first fall in love with mother?"

The question caught Aleksander by surprise, although he did not show it. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully before speaking. "I should like to say it was the minute she stepped from the boat the day before our wedding, but that would not be the truth. I would say it was perhaps a few months after we were married and felt comfortable enough with each other to sleep in the same bed together."

"You did not share your bed with each other until months after the wedding?"

"No," his father replied sadly. "We did not know each other at all and I did not want to force your mother into something she did not want to do. It took a while, but we eventually warmed to the idea. I believe when I gathered her into my arms that first night, it was the happiest moment of my life." He pushed his spectacles aside and rubbed his eyes.

"Why all the questions, Gregor?" he asked after clearing his throat.

Gregor smiled and looked down. "I think perhaps I am already in love with Ingrid."

"Does she know?"

Gregor nodded. "I think possibly I proposed, but I am not sure. I am a little bit confused right now and my mind is not working properly."

"What does Ingrid say about this?"

"She said we should sleep and talk more tomorrow."

"A very wise woman," Aleksander laughed. "You will do well to keep her."

"I intend to do just that, sir." Gregor rose from the bed. "Good night, father. Thank you for listening."

"You are welcome, Gregor. Keep me posted."

"I will, sir. Good night."

As he suspected, Gregor slept little that night. As the morning sun rose over the distant hillside, Gregor thought it useless to try and sleep anymore. After getting dressed, Gregor took Storm for his morning exercise. Gregor felt free and alive as they knifed through the countryside, the warm summer air whistling by. Storm must have sensed his master's glee for he ran free and easy as if he had not a care in the world. This was the time of day Gregor enjoyed most where all thoughts were forgotten and life's burdens were put aside. After a strong gallop, he brought Storm to a slow trot before coming to a stop under a large elm. He tethered Storm and the grateful animal bent down to graze on the velvet green grass. 

"Good boy," Gregor said as he patted his steed affectionately.

Gregor sat down in the grass under the elm and watched his horse for a few minutes. He looked at the sun and knew he had plenty of time before anyone else would be up. He wondered how Ingrid slept and whether or not she had the same trouble sleeping as he. He worried about their conversation and contemplated what she might think of him now. Insecurity still clouded his mind and he almost dreaded seeing her again for fear of rejection.

It was then he chastised himself for thinking negatively. As he now clearly thought through the events of the previous day, he could not help but believe that Ingrid could not possibly be angry with him. Had she not smiled at him before going to bed? Had she not touched his lips so tenderly to quiet him? Surely, this was not a sign of a woman who was angry. Except for being mildly ill-tempered towards her sister in her letters and he could not blame her for that, Gregor had never seen nor heard a negative word come from her lips or quill. 

"Yes, my dear. Forever."

Those words came back to him as clearly as if she was standing right in front of him that very second. He would bet a sack of gold that she was willing to become his wife, but he needed to ask her properly, formally. How and where were the next things to consider. He could not count upon being alone with her again and if it did happen by chance, it would only be for a minute or two. Thinking more about the subject, Gregor found no solution. Sighing loudly, he got up, took Storm's reins and guided him home.

He arrived home to find the household staff up and beginning their morning duties. It would be another hour before breakfast would be prepared, so he decided a nice bath would soothe him. It did relax him almost to the point of putting him to sleep, but he managed to shave, wash his long, wavy black hair and get ready for the day before the hour was finished.

As soon as he saw Ingrid at the breakfast table, he knew all was right with her. Her smile was broad and genuine and her eyes sparkled as they examined his every move.

"I pray you slept well last night," he said as he sat down across from her. Helga, Aleksander, and the two sisters were also present.

"Very well, sir. Thank you for asking," she replied. In fact, surprisingly she had slept very well. "And you?"

"Nary a wink," he smiled, "but I feel fresh and alive at the moment. Good for me, I suppose," he boasted.

"Ah, the rooster has discovered his feathers," Ingrid replied.

"And the hen has a way with words," he reproached her gently.

Ingrid froze for a second. She did not know how to take his last statement. Was he angry with her? Was he admonishing her? Her eyes gave her away as he saw the fright in them.

"I did not mean anything by it, sir," she said softly.

"Nonsense! You speak wonderfully and I will enjoy sparring with you for a very long time, indeed!"

"Really?"

"Of course, my dear." He winked at her without anyone else seeing. He was now surely in love with her and could not wait to be with her in a more secluded area.

Once breakfast was over, Gregor asked Ingrid, "What would you like to do today? Is there anything you would like to see?"

"I think I should like to see the garden from where those beautiful flowers you gave me came," she answered.

"I believe I would also like to see the garden," Helga said. Yes, she had let them be alone for a few minutes the evening before, but she would not let them be alone in a vast garden for any length of time. One could get lost, intentionally or not.

"Of course," Gregor said, trying not to show his disappointment. 

So, with him leading the way, they went outside toward the garden. Because he did not have any pressing meetings or details to attend, Aleksander walked with them.

Ingrid was amazed at the vastness and beauty of the flowers and wished their garden in Kesse was as grand. The array of colors and fragrances was dazzling.

"It is beautiful," she murmured more than once.

Because he was becoming more accustomed to his guests and he sensed he was gaining a daughter soon, Aleksander attempted to converse with Helga and Ingrid. He was not as proficient in the Kessian language as his son, but he could make himself understood. As time wore on, Aleksander deftly steered Helga to the northern end of the garden, leaving Gregor and Ingrid by themselves. Still within easy eyesight of her daughter, Helga relaxed and listened to Aleksander's explanation of the origin of a particular rose.

"Your father is wonderful," remarked Ingrid. "I will have to thank him for this." She bent forward to sniff a yellow flower.

Gregor cleared his throat as he watched Ingrid take in the aroma of the garden. "About last night," he began.

"Yes?" Ingrid said as she straightened.

"You said you wanted us to sleep and talk about it some more."

"My dearest Gregor," she said while looking him in the eyes, "is there more to say than what was already spoken?"

"I am not sure," he shrugged. "I believe I need to know more about what you are thinking."

"You are evading, my dear Gregor," she teased.

"And so are you," he replied smiling. Oh, how he enjoyed talking to her!

"Indeed."

Gregor glanced over his shoulder and saw his father moving Helga even further away. They were probably more than one hundred feet apart now and out of earshot.

"I believe there is more I need to say, things that were left unspoken between us." He looked upward to the blue sky as Ingrid waited impatiently for him to continue.

"Pray, do continue Gregor," she said breathlessly. She sensed he was going to propose and could not wait for the words to be spoken. 

Gregor looked back at his love and did continue. "I believe I began to love you as I read and re-read your precious letters. It was not until I saw you walking toward me yesterday that I knew for sure. I know some will question what I feel in my heart, but how can one judge what I know is true?"

"And what is the truth, Gregor?" She could barely speak above a whisper at this point.

"The truth..." He was getting lost in her blue eyes once more.

"Yes?"

"The truth is," he said in a soft, clear voice, "since you arrived, I cannot possibly live without you and I must have you by my side for the rest of my life."

His words sang in her heart as she saw a grin stretching across his face. Could all her dreams be possibly coming true? She was almost afraid to speak for fear of breaking the spell, this magical spell Gregor had cast upon her.

"It is I who cannot live without you," she whispered, her eyes beginning to shine with tears..

Gregor reached forward and took her hand. He brought it to his lips and kissed it tenderly. Instead of letting go, he held onto it and squeezed it gently.




In the Year of Our Lord, 1684



"My dearest Ingrid, will you be mine?"

Her chin trembling, she answered, "Forever and for always, my dear Gregor." Gregor then took her in his arms and held her close for the first time. 

From across the garden, Helga let out a small gasp while turning in their direction. Aleksander put his hand lightly on her shoulder to stop her. She turned back to him and he could see anger in her eyes.

"I think you are about to receive another son," he said quietly while nodding in their direction.

Her anger drained quickly and she knew what he said to be true. She had never seen her eldest daughter so happy at any time before these past few months. "And you are to gain a daughter, my Lord."

"Come, let us let give them a bit more privacy, shall we? There is another section of flowers you must see to believe!" He guided her around a corner and another ten yards further away, completely out of sight of their children.

Ingrid pulled away slowly, her eyes brimming with tears. "You are all I have dreamed about for the past few months. It is hard to believe this is happening to me. You make me so happy!" 

Gregor remained quiet and as he looked at Ingrid. A lot had happened to the both of them in such a short time and part of him wondered if perhaps they were rushing things too quickly. He then recalled how his own parents married after meeting each other only one time and without any correspondence whatsoever. He also knew of other family members who did not meet until their wedding day. He could not believe anyone could do such a thing. Gregor then realized their courtship, while somewhat unique, was better than most and they were lucky in that regard.

"Is there something the matter?" Ingrid asked with a concerned look on her face.

"It is nothing," Gregor assured her. "I was just thinking."

"I believe that is a scary thought, dear Gregor," she said mischievously. 

Gregor was about to speak, but stopped. He eyed Ingrid with an exasperated look upon his face. "My dear," he sighed, "someday that sharp witted tongue of yours will try my patience." He shook his head back and forth, smiling. "And I never want you to stop," he added.

He paused for a second before continuing. "As I was about to say," he stole a look at Ingrid who was grinning placidly, "I wonder how your mother and father will take the news."

"They will take the news very well," she replied. "In my country, I am considered past the prime of my marriage availability, so to speak. In their minds, I am sure they expected me to be married a few years ago, but everyone appeared to ignore me and waited until Maria was of age. I guess I cannot blame them. Maria is a beautiful creature and I was not surprised. My only surprise was that no one inquired about me until you."

Ingrid walked a few feet away and sniffed a lovely pink flower before turning back to Gregor. "I know I should not question things, but I wonder. Why me, dear Gregor? Why did you pick me when others wanted nothing to do with me all this time?"

Gregor speculated on his answer for several seconds. 

"You captivated me, my dear," he began. "I was shown portraits of other women who were fairer than you, but none had your smile, your sweetness. From the minute I laid eyes upon your portrait, I knew there was something special about you. It was almost as if you were reaching out to me. How a portrait could do that to me is beyond my comprehension. And then, your letters touched my heart to the point where I had to meet you. So, here you are." 

Gregor smiled broadly and leaned towards her adding, "I am so happy, my dear, for the foolishness of every man who disregarded you in the past!"

"So am I," she answered. "So am I."

Later, they strolled the garden with arms linked as Gregor talked about various blossoms in the southwest corner. Ingrid barely heard a word he said as all her thoughts were of their conversation just a few minutes before. When Aleksander and Helga emerged from a remote section, Ingrid stifled a nervous giggle.

"I guess we should tell them," she said as she held his hand tightly.

"Of course we will," he replied. "There is no reason why we should not."

"I am nervous."

"I know."

"How could you know that?"

"Because you are breaking the bones in my hand with your grip!"

Ingrid let go of his hand quickly. "I am so sorry, Gregor. I did not know I was squeezing so hard."

"I am all right," Gregor said while flexing his hand. "You have a very strong grip for one so seemingly delicate."

"Looks can be deceiving," Ingrid said.

"So I see," Gregor replied. "And what might else be deceiving about you?"

"I suspect you will be privy to that once we are married."

"Must I wait that long?"

Ingrid giggled shyly and smiled while she patted his hand affectionately. "Yes. You will have to wait."

"I thought you might say that." He turned slightly and saw that his father and Helga were still a good fifty yards away. Turning back to Ingrid, he said, "Since we are on the subject, when do you feel it would be a good time for our marriage to take place?"

"Tomorrow!" she blurted out, before bursting into laughter. Gregor laughed along with her.

"You have a wonderful laugh," he said.

"Thank you." She placed her hands behind her and began to walk aimlessly as Gregor followed. Looking back to him, she said, "I really do not know when we should be married. I should like to as soon as possible after Maria's wedding, though."

Gregor looked at her thoughtfully. "I do not know anything about putting together a wedding. Perhaps you should talk to your mother and then we may gain a better perspective as to when it can happen."

Ingrid nodded in agreement. "I will do that."

Arm in arm, they walked slowly to where their parents were standing. As they walked, they each stole glances at the other, smiling mischievously as they did. When Gregor and Ingrid reached them, Gregor cleared his throat. Aleksander and Helga looked up from the flower bed they were eyeing.

"Ah, you must have had a lot to talk about," Aleksander said.

Gregor scuffed his shoe against the neatly manicured turf. "Yes, father, we talked about many things."

"Well, let us not stammer and stutter about," Aleksander said impatiently. "What is the news? Did she agree?"

Gregor grinned broadly, unable to contain his happiness. "Yes, father, she agreed."

"Praise be!" Aleksander exclaimed as he wrung his son's hand.

Helga reached for her daughter, touching her face with her hand. "I am so happy for you." They embraced and hugged each other.

"Thank you, mother," Ingrid replied.

They talked for a few minutes longer before they turned and made their way back to the castle with Aleksander and Gregor leading the way, while Helga and Ingrid lagged behind.

"Are you sure?" Helga asked her daughter. "You need not rush into any decision."

"Mother," Ingrid said after she stopped walking. She looked to see the men already inside the door. "I have never been more sure about anything in my entire life. I could not ask for a better man." She looked down as she tried to compose herself. "This may sound silly, mother, but I love him. I love him. I have only just met him, yet I feel as if we have known each other for so much longer. Does that seem silly to you?"

Helga looked at her daughter lovingly. "No, my dear. It is not silly at all. There is nothing silly about two people being in love. He is a fine man and I know you will very happy with him."

"How do you know, mother?"

"I have a very good feeling about him. That is all. Come, let us catch up with the men."

The next few days flew by as Gregor and Ingrid spent almost every waking moment together. Of course, there were times when Gregor would have to attend meetings with his father and the advisors, but they did not last very long, most of the time. To their surprise, Helga was more lenient with their privacy and did not fret when they were alone. They took advantage of this and spent their time alone getting to know each other better. By the end of the week, it was quite clear they knew each other better than most people in the same situation.

It was the evening before she and her mother were to return to Kesse when Ingrid became solemn, quiet and sad. It would be five weeks before they would see each other again and it wore heavily on her heart. At dinner, Gregor noticed the change, but he did not mention anything about it. He, too, was sad and knew exactly how she felt. The lively conversations which had dominated their previous dining experiences were quieted and pleasant small talk was abandoned. After their meal, everyone except Gregor and Ingrid retreated to their rooms while they went to the sitting room. There, they sat on a sofa in a corner away from the hallway.

Gregor took her hand and squeezed it softly and reassuringly as he gazed at her. Ingrid's blue eyes were brimming with tears as she fought to compose herself. 

"I should be so happy right now being next to you," she said finally as she looked at him, "but I am so sad. I never thought it would be so upsetting to leave you. I never thought I would become attached to you so quickly. Tomorrow will be so difficult!" she cried.

Gregor pulled her to him and tried to comfort her. There were no words he could say which would soothe her and he knew this. His heart was heavy also and he would miss her terribly. He felt her shoulders shaking as she cried as quietly as she was able.

Gregor gently rocked Ingrid in his arms until her crying stopped. A few moments later, Ingrid pushed away slowly and Gregor could see the moistness on her cheeks.

"I must look horrible," she sniffed.

"You look wonderful."

"You are already talking like a husband," she laughed. "I look abysmal and you pay me a compliment!"

"In my eyes, you will always be beautiful. That, my dear, will never change." He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly.

"My dear Gregor," she said while patting his hand, "you do have a way with words."

"Only for you, Ingrid. Only for you."

Gregor continued to look at his future bride and smiled. Her face broke into a grin as she enjoyed the look of happiness upon his face. Within a few seconds, however, their eyes locked and they stared into the other's eyes. Warmth, joy, and happiness greeted Gregor and somehow he knew their next meeting would be very special, too.

Ingrid thought she would never become tired of looking at Gregor and was disappointed when he broke their moment.

He stood up abruptly and held out his hand to her. "Come with me," he said seriously.

"Where are we going?" she asked as she rose from the couch, taking his hand as she did.

"I will show you."

He led her back through the dining room and through the doors to the garden. He stopped on the expansive patio and looked at the star-filled sky.

"It is a beautiful night," he remarked. There were but a few torches lit, but he could see Ingrid face.

"Indeed."

"I need to ask you something," he said, turning to her.

"You could not ask me in the sitting room?" She was perplexed at his demeanor as she searched his face for clues.

"Perhaps," he answered, "but I prefer to ask you here."

"I see. You may ask anything you wish," she said.

"I have not asked this of any woman before," he said seriously. He took both of Ingrid's hands in his. In the pale moonlight, he paused momentarily to regain his composure. 

"Pray, do ask Gregor," Ingrid urged.

Gregor nodded, but still hesitated. His heart was pounding and racing. Finally, he asked, "Would it be too forward of me if I kissed you under these beautiful stars?"

Swiftly, Ingrid thought back to the previous evening when he tenderly kissed her cheek before they retired for the night. She had not felt anything so wonderful in her life and secretly wished for more. The thought of kissing a man for the first time was a desire she had hidden for a long time. Her desire to kiss Gregor had been with her almost from the moment she laid eyes upon him as he strode forward to greet her that first day. It took only a moment for her to answer.

"It is not too forward of you, my love," she replied softly. "I thought you would never ask."

Slowly, he moved forward until they were mere inches from each other. Gregor hesitated once more as Ingrid closed her eyes and tilted her face towards him, inviting him to kiss her soft, tender lips. Before he could lose his nerve, Gregor pressed his lips to hers gently and began to kiss her. For him, time literally stood still as he hoped he was kissing correctly, for Ingrid was the first woman he had ever kissed. 

After she was over the initial shock of being kissed for the first time, Ingrid relaxed and let the moment be. She accepted his kiss lovingly, letting him take the lead as she mistakenly believed he to be the more experienced of the two. The sensations she felt were foreign to her body as delicious little tingles invaded her. Ingrid did not know what to make of these feelings and she did not know how to enjoy them. Instinct took over as she started to kiss him back and continued to revel in all of the feelings which were invading her. Her breathing became heavier and deeper and her heart raced as Gregor's warm hands embraced her face and held her to him. His breathing had quickened also.

No more than ten or fifteen seconds went by before Gregor pulled back slowly and broke contact. Ingrid opened her eyes gradually and in the moonlight saw his love filled eyes staring back at her. It took a moment or two before she could compose herself enough to speak.

"That was wonderful, Gregor," she whispered. "I will never forget it."

"Neither will I," he replied. He looked to the sky and sighed. He pulled her to him and hugged her. "I will miss you, my love."

Ingrid could only nod her head as she was becoming choked with emotion. She wished he had not said anything for she had almost forgotten her departure the next day.

"I cannot tell you how much this week has meant to me," he continued. "You are everything to me now. You are my life, Ingrid and I will not rest until we are married and we are together always."

"October seems to far away," Ingrid sniffed. A few evenings before, it was decided between Ingrid, Gregor, and their parents that they would be married on October 17th.

"It does," he agreed, "but you will be back before then for our engagement ball in August."

"And you will come to Kesse for Maria's wedding next month," she reminded him.

"Of course. You see, my dear, there will be plenty of times we will be together before our wedding so it will not seem long at all."

"I suppose you are right," she said as she lifted her head from his chest. But in her heart, she knew it would be a very long time indeed. "I wish I could stay here all night just to be with you."

"I would want nothing more, but I must give you something before tomorrow." He fidgeted slightly as he let go of her hand and reached inside his breast pocket. 

"What is it, Gregor?"

"Come inside for a minute," he beckoned. Tugging on her hand, he led her back inside to the sitting room. Once there, he turned to her.

"After we decided upon our wedding date, father asked me to come to his room once everyone retired. When I did, he gave me something to give to you." He patted his breast pocket. "It was my mother's engagement ring." 

He reached into the pocket and pulled out the ring. It was a petite gold ring with a cluster of deep red rubies in a small setting. Ingrid gasped aloud at its beauty, her lips visibly trembling.

He reached for her hand. "Mother's hands was about the same size as yours, so I think it will fit," he said as he placed the ring on her finger. It was slightly big, but it fit fairly well. It looked grand on her finger. 

Ingrid held her hand in front of her face and admired the ring and its beauty. The enormity of its meaning came to her fully as she realized she was truly engaged to be married. It was not a dream and it would not be taken away from her if she blinked. 

"It is beautiful beyond words," she managed to say. "Thank you, my love. Thank you." She pulled him close and kissed him.

They kissed much longer than before as they simply enjoyed each other and their newfound commitment. Love and joy overtook them as nothing else mattered in the world. After their kiss ended, they embraced and held each other for a lengthy time, not caring about the lateness of the hour or if her mother would be upset, for that matter. 

It would be another hour or more before they retired, well past midnight and into the early morning hours. They kissed deeply once more before saying their goodnights, each not wanting to let go of the other.

Before ascending the stairs, Ingrid turned to Gregor and said, "I simply adore you. I wanted you to know that." 

Her eyes were shiny and crystal blue at this point and Gregor thought perhaps he could see into her soul from their clearness. He could do nothing except stare into them at first, but eventually he broke into a broad grin that lit his face.

"October cannot come soon enough, my love."

V.

Ingrid's departure was difficult, as expected, for both of them. It was a bright, cloudless morning with a soft breeze blowing from the east. A perfect day for sailing. 

They kissed each other on the cheeks as was only proper and Ingrid fought gamely to control her emotions without success before boarding the vessel. 

The first few days and weeks were the most difficult for Gregor as he once again tried to concentrate on government matters and help his father. There were some days when his father did not look well at all and would stay in bed all day long, while other times, he looked and acted his normal self. Gregor was becoming increasingly alarmed at the frequent bouts of stomach problems his father endured, but Aleksander's physician assured Gregor his father was fine. For some reason, that did not comfort him.

In his first letter to Ingrid after her departure, he wrote of his fears and told her of Aleksander hearing Katrina's voice in his dreams more frequently now. Gregor confided his fear of not only losing his father, but also of having the responsibility of being the ruler over Ruudania upon his passing.  'I may become King Gregor II before we are even married,' he wrote grimly in his letter. It was not as if he was not ready to undertake the task, it was merely the weight of the responsibility with which he was coming to understand. He would embrace the responsibility as his father had those twelve years before, but it was something he did not welcome.

Ingrid had problems of her own upon returning to Kesse; namely her sister who could not speak a civil word to Ingrid no matter the subject. When Ingrid excitedly showed Maria her ring, she merely shrugged and said, "Is that all he could afford to give you?"

Other conversations ended in sarcastic remarks or other such cruel intentions. Ingrid kept her tongue still most of the time feeling that it would not be much longer before Maria would be wed and out of her sight. Ingrid did not like feeling this way towards her only sister, but she could not understand Maria's hostility towards her. When she complained to her mother about Maria's boorish behavior, Helga explained that perhaps it was wedding jitters that made her cross. Ingrid could not agree nor disagree with her assessment, but she simply wished Maria would stop.

She was saddened to hear of Aleksander's change in condition and even more distressed to feel Gregor's pain through his writing. She wanted to be with him and comfort him in the worst possible way, but all she could do was write back to him and pour out her feelings to him in verse. 'No matter what happens, my love, I will stand by you and love you for all eternity.' She fervently hoped these words would ease his pain.




In the Year of Our Lord, 1684



June turned into July and soon, it was time for Gregor to begin his trek to Kesse to attend his future sister's wedding. Of course, his main objective in his journey was to see Ingrid again. Although she tried to remain cheerful in her letters, they were becoming more and more tense and serious. Hopefully, his two week stay would help remedy that.

In the days leading up to Gregor's departure, Aleksander appeared to be in better spirits, although he had slowed down even more than before. His bouts with stomach pain continued, but now even the medicine given by the physician did not help all of the time. As his departure date neared, Gregor was hesitant to leave, feeling he should stay and be with his father. It was Aleksander who insisted he go to Kesse for the festivities.

"You must go," he commanded. "I am not going anywhere. I will be here when you return." He placed his hand on Gregor's shoulder for assurance. "I am not ready to be with your mother just yet. I have too much to accomplish."

With that, Gregor decided to attend as planned. Although he was still uneasy about leaving, he knew Ingrid would be most pleased and he could not imagine not seeing her until their engagement ball. 

He left before sunrise in order to arrive as early as possible the following day. It normally was a leisurely three day trip to Kesse, but two days travel was more than enough for Gregor who wanted to arrive as quickly as possible. It had been a while since he traveled, perhaps two or three years before when they went to his uncle's funeral in Chesterdorf, a small hamlet in Frankreich. Sailing never appealed to Gregor, but he could put up with it in order to see Ingrid. The sky was bright, clear and breezy; outstanding weather for sailing.

That evening, they anchored near Coluschdia, across the Dark Sea to the north. It rained that night, a soft summer rain which brightened Gregor's spirits as he thought of nothing else than to have Ingrid in his arms and tell her how much he missed her and loved her. He fell soundly asleep as the gentle waves rocked him as lovingly as his own mother did when he was young.

He woke early the next morning as the anchor was pulled from the sea's bottom. The sky was overcast and threatening rain, but otherwise it would be a good day. Having perhaps twelve hours of traveling before they reached the castle in Kesse, Gregor set about writing a letter to his father. In it, he would tell him of everything that happened through the wedding. He would send it by courier the day aft. It would almost be a journal of sorts, a diary, if you will of his adventures. It would help him get through the long hours of monotonous sailing and carriage riding he would encounter. 

Gregor would eat light that day as to not aggravate his stomach, for sometimes the waves played tricks with him and sometimes not. Every once in a while, it would rain lightly, a drizzle and no more. By late afternoon, the land of Kesse was sighted. When they dropped anchor, Gregor looked out to see Ingrid's land for the first time. It vaguely reminded him of Ruudania, but he would have to see more of it to formulate a learned opinion. Once on land, his luggage was brought ashore and stowed on a nearby wagon that was behind a fine carriage drawn by four white horses. Although slightly disappointed at not seeing Ingrid, he understood that she could not be expected to wait an undetermined amount of time for his arrival. 

Gregor was greeted by a sharply dressed man in regimental uniform. "I am Captain Kraemer of His Royal Majesty's personal regiment. He sends his greetings and hopes you had a safe and pleasant trip thus far." Captain Kraemer extended his hand and Gregor took it, shaking it firmly.

"You speak Ruudanian very well, sir," Gregor remarked. "Perhaps you may tutor Princess Ingrid in my language."

"You are kind to say so, sir, but the princess has a tutor who is much more learned than I in linguistics."

"Has she?" Gregor asked. She had mentioned nothing of learning his language in her letters.

"Oh, yes sir. I hear she practices day and night."

"That will be wonderful to hear."

The captain gestured to the carriage. "Shall we begin, sir? We still have time to arrive at the castle before sunset."

"Yes, lead the way."

The ride through the Kessian countryside was refreshing as well as rewarding. It was a beautiful country and it reminded Gregor of his morning jaunts with Storm. As they passed various villages, peasants and landowners alike stopped what they were doing to bow, curtsy, and wave to Gregor. Everyone was anxious to get a glimpse of the prince betrothed to Princess Ingrid. Enjoying the sights and sounds, Gregor smiled and waved back

As they neared the castle, scouts were sent ahead to relay the news of his arrival. The castle was a magnificent structure with many levels. It had been decorated with flags, ribbons, and banners for the wedding. Once inside the gates, the carriage pulled to a stop near a large oak door. The doors were opened wide and a large bearded man in royal finery stepped out and was followed by Helga, Ingrid, and a stunningly beautiful girl Gregor assumed to be Ingrid's sister, Maria.

The door to the carriage was opened and Gregor stepped out. He glanced at Ingrid for a second, before bowing to King Wilhelm. She looked even prettier than he remembered.

"It is an honor to meet you, Your Majesty," Gregor said in a calm voice. Wilhelm was not a tall man, but nonetheless imposing.

"It is an honor for me as well," Wilhelm replied. "I was curious to meet the man who will marry our Ingrid and now my curiosity is sated. Welcome to Kesse, my lad!" he boomed as he shook Gregor's hand.

Gregor then bowed to Helga and kissed her hand. Looking bored beyond belief, Maria stepped forward and extended her hand as well. Gregor bowed, then kissed her hand, too. Maria pulled her hand back distastefully as if a common beggar had kissed it. Ingrid seethed within, but said nothing about her sister's utter lack of respect. She glared at her for but a second before turning her attention to Gregor as he stepped to her.

"It has been too long, my dear," he said as he kissed her hand. His lips lingered there far longer than they had with Helga's or Maria's. He looked directly into Ingrid's eyes until he let go of her hand.

"Yes, it has, Gregor," Ingrid replied softly. She wished she could wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him, but that was not proper. Maria rolled her eyes impatiently.

"Well," announced Wilhelm, "let us go inside and dine. I am sure our guest is famished by now." He led them all into the castle with Ingrid and Gregor trailing.

Gregor took Ingrid's hand and squeezed lightly as they walked through room after room until they came to an expansive dining room. They were seated at a large table near the front with Gregor and Ingrid seated next to each other. Gregor liked this arrangement much better than at his home.

Presently, Wilhelm rose and tapped his goblet with his spoon until everyone was quiet. He looked at Gregor and Ingrid before he spoke.

"It is with much pleasure that I sit and dine with you, Gregor. You are a fine young man and I welcome you to this family." He tipped his goblet in their direction before downing his wine in one gulp. There were murmurs of approval as everyone else sipped from their goblets.

Maria sat next to her mother across from Ingrid and Gregor. She did not want to be there, did not want to be with Ingrid and her fiancé who was taking her parent's attention from her. It was she who was to be wed in just a few days, but Ingrid had arranged to take that attention away from her as well. She tried all week to spite Ingrid and let her know how displeased she was with Gregor's presence at her wedding. He was next in line to the throne in Ruudania while Phillippe was quite far down the list in his native land of Saffarne. Phillippe's father was the youngest of six brothers, so Phillippe was perhaps twentieth in line. He would never become king, she thought sadly, but one could not receive everything one wanted with an arranged marriage. Kesse and Saffarne had never been friendly throughout their histories and things were more tense these days. When the king of Saffarne proposed a marriage between Phillippe and Maria, Wilhelm jumped at the opportunity to soothe the tensions between the two countries.

So, Maria could not help but be jealous of her sister in that regard, but she had everything else that Ingrid did not. She was much prettier than her sister and never hesitated to remind her of it. She gloated triumphantly upon her engagement at the age of sixteen when no one had so much given any interest at all to Ingrid. When Maria saw Gregor's portrait, she could not help but feel that her Phillippe was much handsomer and more robust than the tall, thin Gregor. Yes, she had won again when she saw him in person. She had definitely received the better of the deal.

"I do pray you had a pleasant trip," Ingrid was saying to Gregor as Maria broke from her thoughts.

"It went as well as could be expected," he replied.

"How is your father?"

"He is not well," he answered sadly. "He seems to become weaker with each passing day, yet there are times when he appears quite well. It is strange." He shook his head sorrowfully.

Ingrid placed her hand upon his. "I am so sorry, Gregor. I wish there was something to help him feel better." Her eyes were downcast as she conveyed her heartfelt pain.

"So do I."

The meal was pleasant nonetheless as they spoke of more jovial topics. Maria excused herself early and the air became less heavy almost instantly. As the sun set over the land, the meal was completed and everyone retreated to the library where Wilhelm sat at a desk reading and Helga began to sew. Ingrid and Gregor sat awkwardly on a couch and tried to make conversation, but it was not private enough to suit them.

"Mother," Ingrid said suddenly as an idea came to her, "may I show Gregor the rest of the castle?"

Helga smiled to herself as she knew her daughter's real intentions. It amused her, yet she understood perfectly. They needed time to be alone and talk privately. It was not that long ago when she was young.

Without looking up, she said, "It is late and your bedtime is soon, so do not dawdle into the wee hours. I expect you in your room within the hour." She then looked up to them. "You might show Gregor where his sleeping quarters will be. I pray his luggage has been placed there already."

"I will, mother. Thank you."

Ingrid took Gregor's hand and led him out of the library. Without speaking, they turned down various corridors and hallways until they were far away from her parents and the servants. She opened a door to their right and she pulled him into the candle lit room. In front of the large master bed was his luggage as per Helga's orders and the bed itself had been turned down. The one large window overlooked an orchard and beyond that was the riding stables.

Once inside, Ingrid turned to Gregor and hugged him tight. She buried her face into his chest and cried as Gregor held her close and stroked her neck affectionately with his hand. Gregor almost expected this reaction from her as her letters had indicated how sad she had been since she left Ruudania.

"There, there, my love," he said gently. "Everything is fine. Do not cry and wear yourself out. We have so much to talk about."

He tenderly lifted her chin from his chest and while looking deeply into her tired blue eyes, he bent down and kissed her. It was a long, passionate kiss that seemed to last forever and that was exactly what Ingrid needed at that time. All of her troubles, sadness, and anger melted away and nothing was left except the love and tenderness Gregor was providing. 

"Oh, how I missed you so!" Ingrid cried when the kiss ended. "I do not think I could have stood another day without you." She hugged him once more and sighed heavily.

"I am here now and that is all that matters," Gregor replied while smoothing stray strands of hair from her face. He liked the feel of her hair. While it was full and wavy, it still had the texture of fine silk. "I so missed seeing that pretty face of yours every day. I missed your laugh and the funny way you look when you try to be angry with me."

"How do I look funny?" she asked.

"You wrinkle your nose and put your hands on your hips. Then, you stomp your foot indignantly as if I had done something utterly horrible to offend you."

Ingrid smiled. "I have not been angry with you, Gregor. I do not ever think I could be angry with you."

"Nor could I be angry with you, my dear Ingrid." He looked around the room. "This is very nice. You have gone to a lot of trouble to accommodate me."

"No more than what you did for me in Ruudania. Our rooms were lovely." She took his hand and led him to the window. It was a partly cloudy evening and the moon was partially covered.

"I remember our last night together as if it was yesterday," Ingrid sighed. "You kissed me under the stars and I could not possibly think I could have loved you more than at that moment." She looked at the moon then back to Gregor. "But, I was wrong. So very wrong, my darling. From the moment I saw you emerge from the carriage, I could scarcely contain myself. I wanted to push everyone aside and throw myself into your arms and kiss you forever."

"And what is stopping you from doing that now?" Gregor asked mischievously. 

Ingrid blushed slightly and giggled. "Nothing, my love, nothing at all." She then drew him close once again and kissed him in a way to show him how much she loved and missed him.

As per her mother's instruction, Ingrid left his side within the hour of their departure from the library. "Sleep well, my love," she said while holding his hand. "My room is on the left near the staircase."

"Are you trying to tempt me, Ingrid," he asked with an eyebrow raised.

Ingrid face turned a bright red that matched her hair. "I would not suggest such a thing," she replied softly, smiling. "I was merely stating a fact. It is you who are having impure thoughts." She poked him lightly in his chest with her finger to emphasize her point.

"They will not be impure once we are married," he answered.

"We will have to see about that. I may have to lock my door."

"Now or when we are married?" he inquired.

"Both!" she laughed. She looked down for a moment deep in thought. Ingrid then looked back at Gregor with a serious face. "That was wrong of me to say such a thing."

"I do not understand," Gregor said. "It was funny."

"When we are married," she said solemnly, "I will welcome you into my bed, our bed, from our first night together. That, I promise you." Her eyes studied his reaction. 

It was bold of her to say such a thing and perhaps it was somewhat scandalous for her to think in that way, considering the times, but Gregor could already tell Ingrid would not be bashful about showing her love for him, especially in the bedroom. 

"It will be a very special night for us, indeed," he said calmly although his emotions were high.

"Yes, it will."

Her insides began to flutter much like when they kissed as she thought about spending their first night together as man and wife. She and her mother had never had what could be construed as a true 'mother and daughter talk' when it came to a husband and wife sharing a marital bed although she had a vague idea of what transpired between a married couple under the blankets. Ingrid thought perhaps they would have a private talk once her wedding neared, but she was not certain about that. 

It was her mother, however, who explained patiently the changes that happened to her when she began to transform from a girl to a woman. It comforted her to know why her chest was becoming bigger and why blood appeared in her undergarments. She loved her mother for explaining those critical moments in her life and she suspected the same would happen shortly.

Although she was puzzled by the strange sensations she felt, Ingrid welcomed them as she interpreted them as being a gift from Gregor when they kissed. But, she could not explain why she felt them when they were not kissing, such as now when she thought of them sharing a bed. Sometimes, she felt them when she carefully cleansed herself between her legs while bathing. She thought about asking her mother, but she correctly concluded it was something that should not be discussed.

"Are you all right?" Gregor asked. "You look flushed."

"Do I? I am fine, really," Ingrid stammered as she came back to reality. "I should be going."

"I will see at breakfast, then?"

"Yes, Gregor. I will see you at breakfast. I love you, Gregor." She leaned forward and kissed his cheek, his rough stubble scratching her lips slightly.

"Goodnight, my love," he said before kissing her cheek as well.

Ingrid walked quickly down the corridor until she reached her room. Slowly, she turned back to Gregor and smiled as he had obviously not taken his eyes off of her. She gave him a small wave before disappearing into her room and shutting the door behind her.

It was early in the morning when Gregor woke. He was fully awake and the sun had yet to rise. All was quiet and he knew sleep would elude him until evening, so he got up and dressed for the day. As was his custom for the past few months, Gregor either walked the grounds or rode Storm to greet the day. Since his horse was in Ruudania, he decided upon a walk to the stables and thought an inspection of the palace steeds would be in order.

The morning air was already warm and a hint of rain threatened to wet the earth soon, but Gregor's spirits were high as he would be seeing Ingrid soon again. His soft boots crunched against the rock covered path to the stables as he strode purposefully to the entrance. He opened the door and stiffened to see Maria standing in front of him smiling. She was wearing a long, flowing robe that completely covered her nightgown.

"I heard you liked horses," Maria said innocently. "I thought you might visit."

"I just wanted to have a look at them," he stammered nervously, the door still held open with his hand. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same question. Could you not sleep? I should say not after the way you and Ingrid were kissing last night. I know I could not sleep if you kissed me like that." She stepped closer to him.

"You saw us kissing?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered, laughing wickedly. "It is easy to be unseen in that hallway. Of course, you were too busy to notice."

"Do you enjoy spying on your sister?"

"It was not spying," Maria replied, trying to defend herself. "I was coming out of my room when I heard the two of you approaching. What was I to do?" she asked innocently. "I had to make sure my dear sister was behaving herself. I certainly would not want any vicious rumors to start before her wedding, now would I?"

"We did nothing wrong," Gregor said, his voice showing just a hint of anger. How dare she say such a thing!

"No, no, of course you did not do anything wrong. Thank goodness for that! What would everyone think? Poor Ingrid was improper before her marriage? No, we could not have that, could we?" Maria shook her head back and forth and smiled malevolently. "So, Gregor," she continued as she stepped forward, "do you find me attractive? Surely, you find me more attractive than Ingrid."

"Why are you doing this?" he asked while taking a step backward. "What possible thing could you gain by being this way?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about," she lied. "I asked you a simple question. Do you find me attractive?"

"Why would you ask such a thing? You are to be married to Phillippe in two days."

"That has nothing to do with the question I asked."