Page 50 of The Guardian's Witch

“Alex,” she said in as reasonable tone as she could manage. She touched his arm lightly.

“We’ll talk later without accusations and threats. We need the truth between us.” He put his hand over hers and rubbed it lightly.

“Ah, there you are.”

Lisbeth and Alex stared down at an older couple. Ann stood ready to take their outer garments. From their dress Lisbeth knew they were part of King Edward’s court. The woman helped the man out of his wet cloak. They looked vaguely familiar.

Alex led them down the stairs into the foyer.

“Mother.” He let go of Lisbeth’s hand. The woman threw her arms open to receive him.

“Alex, we didn’t quite make it before the rain.” She smiled at Lisbeth. “Hello, my dear. Careful, I don’t want to get you wet.” Lady Stelton stepped away and shook out her gown.

“Sir.” He shook his father’s hand. Lord Stelton put his arm around his son and brought him to his chest.

Lisbeth noticed the broad smile on Lord Stelton’s face was an older version of Alex’s. A sign he would grow more handsome and distinguished with age.

“Son, it is good to see you.”

How strange to see him as a son, not a warrior and lord of Glen Kirk. She didn’t have to rub her stones to encourage harmony. The air was alive with good will. Reminiscent of when her parents were alive. She realized there were no tears, just a little melancholy—and remembrance of some very good times. She eased at the notion.

“I thought everyone was going to be here. Where are they?”

Lisbeth looked past the small group for the others.

“Your brothers and their wives ride with the king. They should be here tomorrow. Your sisters are in London. Perhaps next time they can join us.”

Alex took Lisbeth’s hand in his. His light strong touch sent waves of emotion through her. She felt his hand tighten. The surprise on his face matched hers.

He pulled her close. Already the heady sensation that sent her thoughts spiraling made her feel warm.

“Lisbeth, you remember my father and mother, Lord and Lady Stelton.” He moved her in front of him. His hand on her shoulder silently declared that she was his. “This is Lisbeth... my wife.”

She knew his touch would forever excite her. Perhaps there was hope yet.

“We were married by proxy by His Highness, King Edward.” He spoke in a tone filled with respect.

Lady Stelton looked at her warmly. Before Lisbeth could curtsy, Lord Stelton took her hand and kissed her knuckles.

“Yes, Alex, we know.” Lady Stelton turned to her daughter-in-law. “Lisbeth, it’s good to see you again. Welcome to the family. Thank you for opening your home to us.”

“You’re most welcome m’lady but...”

“Why don’t we go into the hall? I’m certain you’d like to sit on something solid that isn’t moving,” said Alex.

“Yes, Alex. Not moving would be good,” said Lady Stelton and took her son’s offered arm.

“Lady Stelton, where would you like me to put this?” asked the carriage driver, a large wrapped package in his arms.

Celeste Stelton turned to the driver. “Bring it into the Hall.” She turned to Alex and Lisbeth. “It’s your wedding present.” Alex led his mother away.

Lord Stelton offered Lisbeth his arm and tucked her hand through his. “She was adamant about bringing it. I hope you don’t mind. Family tradition and all that.”

“Of course not, m’lord. You have a very close family.”

“Yes, we enjoy each other’s company.” They followed Alex and Lady Stelton into the Hall.

“Come see what we’ve brought.” She waved Lisbeth over and faced Alex. “Go ahead, open it,” Lady Stelton told her son as she released his arm.

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