âI like you, Celeste, even when youâre angry with me.â
Warmth flooded through her. The heat of desire. Lust. Sin.
âI donât care whether you like me or not. I am not leaving.â
âOh, yes, you are,â he replied, in that same low, seductive tone. âYou can come quietly and obediently, like a good little nun, or Iâll have to carry you.â
She must be strong. Her faith, her duty and her self-respect must make her so. âI will not allow you to drag me through the village like some chattel.â
âI didnât say Iâd drag you. I shall pick you up and carry youâlike a groom carries his bride across the threshold.â
She swallowed hard and fought to maintain her composure ⦠such as it was. âI am a bride of Christ and shall never be a manâs.â
Author Note
I enjoy creating the main characters of my novels, but I also really enjoy coming up with secondary charactersâthe âbest friendsâ, âsecond bananasâ and âbit playersâ. Sometimes I know from the planning stage who my secondary characters are going to beâ especially if the character is a villain. Other times I realise in the writing that I need somebody for my hero or heroine to interact with. So sometimes very minor characters become more important.
Arnhelm and Verdan, who first appeared in Bride for a Knight, began as basic background characters. Then I realised I had more than one place where I had such characters. Why not combine them? Why not give them names?
Once they had names, I began to give them more to do. They were soldiers in the household of the heroineâs uncle, so they would know her better than the heroâat least at first. Why not make them a sort of protective Greek chorus, wondering and worrying about her?
Then I made them brothers, and the minute I did that I realised their friendly relationship could contrast with that of Roland and his twin brother, Gerrard.
Being a romance writer, I couldnât resist giving Arnhelm and Verdan their own love interestsâtwo female secondary characters who live in Dunborough. And I gave them a mother who is making a bit of trouble for them.
Thatâs how secondary characters become just as real and vital to me as the heroes and heroines of my storiesâand I hope for my readers, too.
Award-winning author MARGARET MOORE has written over fifty romance novels and novellas for Harlequin Mills & Boon, Avon Books and HarperCollins Childrenâs Books. Her stories have been set in the Dark Ages and medieval Britain, Restoration, Regency and Victorian England, and pre-Civil War Massachusetts. Margaret lives in Ontario, Canada, with her husband and two cats.
She can be found online at margaretmoore.com, margaretmoore.blogspot.com and @MargMooreAuthor on Twitter.
With thanks to my family and friends for their love and support, especially during times of crisis. Itâs appreciated more than words can say.
Chapter One
England, 1214
The November night had fallen, but inside Sir Melvinâs hall, warmth and light dispelled the cold and gloom and provided a welcome shelter for the young woman dressed in the habit of a nun. She had been traveling many days, and it had been a long time since Celeste had enjoyed such comfort.
A fire blazed in the long central hearth and several torches lined the gray stone walls. Two beeswax candles in silver holders graced the trestle table covered in linen on the dais. Behind the high table where Celeste and the plump and prosperous Sir Melvin sat, a tapestry of knights and finely dressed ladies swayed. His wife, the calm and competent Lady Viola, was seated to his left. Servants male and female moved among the other tables, where the steward, a priest, retainers, senior servants and household guards prepared to eat the evening meal.
The elderly priest, who put Celeste in mind of Methuselah, finished the grace. Serving maids brought trenchers of stale bread to hold a thick beef stew. More bread sat in baskets on the table, and wine was poured into bronze goblets that gleamed with the reflected glow of the firelight.
âItâs kind of you to offer me shelter and such a fine meal,â Celeste said to her host, her voice soft and sincere.
âWeâre delighted to have you stay the night, Sister,â Sir Melvin said with hearty good cheer and a broad smile. âDelighted!â
âWeâll be happy to provide you with an escort for the rest of your journey,â Lady Viola offered.
âI thank you,â Celeste replied, âbut I have not far to go. I should reach Dunborough tomorrow.â