Allegra's Dream (Avador Book 4, a Books We Love Fantasy Romance)

 

 

Allegra’s Dream

 

by

 

Shirley Martin

 

ISBN: 978-1-77145-060-7

 

 

Books We Love

Chestermere, Alberta

Canada

 

http://bookswelove.net

 

 

Copyright 2012 Shirley Martin

Cover art by Michelle Lee Copyright 2012

 

 

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Shirley Martin Avador Series

Published by Books We Love

 

Book 1 – Night Secrets

Book 2 – Night Shadows

Book 3 – Enchanted Cottage

Book 4 – Allegra’s Dream

 

 

Chapter One

 

 

Allegra–Come with me, Allegra. The husky voice echoed through her dreams, causing a shiver to run through her body. “Let me take you to where you will be safe.” A tall man stood before her, his arms outstretched. “Allegra, you are in danger, danger, danger. . . .”

“My lady, wake up!”

Someone was shaking her shoulder, disturbing her sleep. She turned onto her side and nestled under the covers, unwilling to abandon the dream voice.

“My lady, you must wake up!”

Allegra fought off the dregs of sleep and blinked her eyes open.

Elsa, her maid, bent over her, a lantern in her hand emitting a dim light.

“My lady, someone’s here to take you–to take both of us–to Avador.” Her maid’s worried tone dispelled the last remnants of her dream.

“What?” Fully awake now, Allegra sat up.

“We are being moved from Elegia to Avador.”

“But why?” Shivering in the cool night air, she drew the covers up to her shoulders.

Elsa’s mouth tightened. “All I know is that your guardian just woke me a few minutes ago and told me to get you ready.”

“Well, I–“ A knock on the door interrupted her.

“My lady, you must hurry! Take only what is necessary.”

“No! I’m not leaving until I discover the reason why.” She shoved the covers aside and jumped out of bed, rushing over to the door to jerk it open.

Her guardian stood outside her door. “My lady, please! You must hurry.”

”If you want my cooperation you need to tell me why we must leave in such a rush and in the middle of the night.” She drew herself up to her full height and glared at her guardian .

“My lady, the only thing I know is that the Director of Security woke me up a short while ago and told me to take you and your maid to Avador. He said that your life is in danger. Now, please, hurry! We have horses outside.” He turned on his heel and strode out, leaving her standing in the doorway.

“Well!” A cold thrill shot through her body as she thought about her parents in faraway Fomoria. She shut the door and quickly dressed in the clothes her maid had set out for her, fumbling with the ties at the bodice of her dress. 

And take only what was necessary? What about her books, the knickknacks sitting on the shelves, all the things that meant so much to her? The maid scurried about the room,

gathering up her clothes, toiletries, and her few jewels, putting everything in a large velvet bag. Captured as a hostage at the age of ten, Allegra had been taken from the royal palace in Fomoria and sent to Elegia to guarantee that Fomoria would not break the truce that had ended the war between her country and Elegia. But now–

“My lady, time to leave.” Her maid stood in front of her holding her cloak. Allegra threw the woolen cloak over her shoulders and waited while Elsa fastened a gold brooch at her throat. She looked around this small but comfortable room, the only home she had known for the past nine years. She grabbed a holy book she kept by her bed and tucked it into the bag. Leaving like a thief in the night, she wouldn’t get a chance to say goodbye to the king and queen of Elegia. Even though they were on opposing sides, still King Andreas and Queen Catrin had always been kind to her, had made her feel at home, while she was so far away from her own country. Had they even been told she was leaving? she agonized. If they knew, why hadn’t they come to say goodbye.? Perhaps no one had told them. Her heart fluttered at the implied level of secrecy and what it could mean for her life.

Housed in the royal palace in the Elegian capital of Komartis, she’d never had reason to complain of her treatment. But she’d been a prisoner, just the same. And oh! how she missed her mother and father. Would she ever see them again?

“I believe that’s everything, or at least, all we can take.” The velvet bag in her hand, Elsa opened the door for her, then closed it behind them.

All was quiet in this early morning hour as they hurried down the marble hallway, then on down the steps that led to the main floor. Another long hallway took them to the door that opened onto the outside. With a bow, the footman held the door for them as they stepped out into the frosty night air.

Here outside the palace, two soldiers held the reins of their horses. Her guardian was already mounted with a small retinue of four soldiers. The guardian’s right hand was clenched around something. She idly wondered what it was but had other thoughts to occupy her mind.

Elsa gave her a worried look. “My lady, I’ve never ridden before.”

“You‘ll do fine, Elsa. Just hold on tight to the reins.” And let’s hope you can stay on the horse, Allegra thought to herself. Short and thin, the maid looked almost too delicate to maintain her perch.

The soldiers helped them mount. Forgoing modesty for speed, both ladies mounted astride. One of the soldiers offered to hold the velvet bag, to make it easier for the maid, and Elsa handed it over with a look of relief. Soon, they were off, starting at a canter, then they galloped, leaving the royal palace far behind. Allegra kept a wary eye on Elsa, mindful the maid was getting a rough initiation in horseback riding. Although she looked frightened, Elsa seemed to be holding up well.

Silent minutes rushed by as they passed a lonely hamlet, stirring up dust as they rode. Allegra turned at the sound of hoof beats behind her. “We’re being followed!” Straining her eyes in the dark, she saw eight riders, quickly closing the distance that separated them. Her heart beat rapidly and fear seized her at the signs of pursuit.

Her guardian turned to look. Raising his right hand, he released a phosphorescent ball, spewing a misty green spray that blew toward the followers.

She turned and watched in amazement. “What was that?”

“A soporific spray. It will put them to sleep. When they wake up, they’ll forget what they were doing.”

And forget they ever saw me, she exulted, her heart singing with joy at her escape.

 

 

* * *

 

In the Avadoran capital of Moytura, Rowan Leinster stood before the head minister in a room at the vast Hall of State, sunlight pouring through its wide windows. Red velvet draperies adorned the high windows; matching chairs were scattered throughout the room.

The minister looked up from a paper on his wide oaken desk and gestured toward a chair. “Have a seat, Rowan.” Tall and thin, his dark hair speckled with gray, Donat Fand was a conscientious minister, one Rowan had respected throughout the years he had worked with him. Both men were on a first name basis. The minister cleared his throat. “Bad news. The king and queen of Fomoria have been assassinated and the government overthrown.”

Oh, no! Will trouble in Fomoria never end? Having recently returned from a difficult mission to Galdina, this upheaval in Fomoria was the last thing Rowan wanted to hear.

“Look how long King Corvell struggled to keep a fragile peace between his country and Elegia. He was largely responsible for the truce that existed between Fomoria and Elegia. Our spies have told us there’s a faction that wants to renew hostilities between Fomoria and Elegia. This faction is behind the assassination and overthrow. Any peace that existed between the two countries is shattered now. Frankly, the truce was kept in place more because of Elegia’s forbearance than Fomoria’s restraint. There’s a certain group of men in Fomoria who like to stir up trouble with Elegia.. The king had little success in controlling them. You know Elegia has held the king’s daughter as hostage for years?”

“Yes, I had heard that.” And now the poor child has lost her parents. But what was his part in all of this?  “Sorry, I forgot her name.’

“Allegra Dorsay.” The minister opened his hands wide. “Now who knows what will happen? The Elegians fear they can’t protect the princess should war break out again, a definite possibility. They’re afraid assassins will come after the princess and, destroy the entire royal family, since she was their only child.” His gaze focused on Rowan. “This is where you come in. Elegia has asked for our assistance. Since we have remained on good terms with them our queen has agreed to grant the help they request. They have sent the princess from the royal palace at Komartis and taken her to one of the Avadoran royal palaces, the one in Mag Bregha.” 

“Not far from here,” Rowan commented.

“Indeed. As an extra precaution, we have posted guards at the palace. We told the guards and servants that she comes from a wealthy family and was widowed at a young age. They think her family sent her here to recover from her loss.. That’s all they need to know, besides the fact that we are paying them very well. No one knows of the princess’s escape but you and I. We will notify Queen Keriam and Prince Roric, but they are on a state visit to Galdina. The Elegians who escorted her have already returned to their country. You will take custody of the princess, see that she is well-treated.”

How old is this princess? Rowan wondered. He’d had very few dealings with children, especially royal children who tended to be spoiled. 

The minister’s voice broke through his thoughts. “You speak the Fomorian language, don’t you?”

“Fluently, also Elegian.”

“Well, there you are. You would be best suited for this task. This is among your other duties, of course, as our liaison to the countries on the continent.” He sighed heavily. “One more thing. No one has told the princess that her parents are dead. I understand she had to leave Elegia rather clandestinely in the middle of the night., She was even unable to bid the king and queen goodbye. So, unfortunately, the unpleasant task of informing the princess of her parents’ deaths will fall on your shoulders.” He handed him an envelope. “Here’s a letter of welcome to give the princess, at a more propitious time, of course. It’s offering our condolences and our help whenever she needs it. It’s written in our language. My knowledge of the Fomorian language is not nearly as extensive as yours,” he said with a smile. He nodded. “That’s all. Good luck.”

“Very well, Donat.” With a heavy heart, Rowan rose and left the room, walking past the Avadoran flag in one corner, the statue of the Mother goddess Talmora in another. He understood the duty assigned to him but it was not a duty he relished. He dreaded having to tell the little girl that her mother and father were dead.  His footsteps echoed on the marble floor as he exited the building and walked out into the early morning sunshine.

 

 

 

Chapter Two

 

 

Allegra paced back and forth in her room at the palace in Mag Bregha, continually looking out the window as she studied the lay of the land. Questions flooded her mind. What had happened to her parents? Why had she been moved from Elegia to Avador?  What was going to happen now? She wrung her hands together, wishing she knew something, anything! She longed to go home and see her parents.

So many years had passed since she’d last seen her mother and father, and although she had exchanged letters with them, correspondence was no substitute for being with them, for feeling their loving warmth. She fought the tears that threatened to spill;, lonely for her parents, missing her country. Dear mother and father, I miss you so very much.

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