Rachelle’s mother took the little girl while Delinda spoke to her.
As soon as she was out of earshot, Rachelle said, “Is she well enough to walk by herself? I would love to have her as part of my bridal party. I don’t have a flower girl. Please, don’t feel that you must say yes. Think about it. You may walk with her if you wish. I’d like to give her a princess moment.”
Tinsley’s mother brought a hand to her mouth, and she began to thank Rachelle for her kindness. She said it would be the greatest honor her daughter and her family could ever imagine receiving.
Rachelle motioned for her own mother to bring the little girl back to her. “Tinsley, I have a problem that I’m hoping you can help me with. I don’t have a flower girl. Would you like to be a princess for a day? My little princess flower girl?”
Tinsley looked to her mother for confirmation. Her mother nodded and explained what role she would play. “I don’t want to walk alone,” Tinsely said in a suddenly timid voice.
“Your mother could go with you,” Rachelle suggested. When the little girl still looked uncertain, Rachelle added, “Or you could hold my hand and walk with me.”
“Really?” The little girl’s eyes widened with wonder.
“If it’s okay with your mother.”
Tinsley looked about to faint. Her mother said, “Thank you. Thank you a million times and a million times more. You will never know how much this means to our family.”
With that, the rest of the women in Rachelle’s family swooped in and welcomed the little girl, making both her and her mother feel as if they were a natural part of the group. Delinda said softly, “I came to Vandorra for all the wrong reasons, but you are staying for all the right ones.”
Rachelle took her grandmother’s hand in hers and gave it a squeeze. “I still have a lot to learn about planning social events and formal etiquette. I wonder if you know anyone who could give me some guidance in that department.”
“I’ll help you with whatever you ask, Rachelle, but you are already who Vandorra needs.”
“That sounds like a compliment, Grandmother.”
“I’m learning as well, Rachelle.”
With a mischievous smile, Rachelle added, “Magnus says his father is quite smitten with you.”
It was the first time Rachelle had ever seen her grandmother blush. “I don’t have time for such silliness. I have two more grandchildren to marry off.”
In all of Magnus’s life, he had never seen a more beautiful sight than Rachelle walking slowly down the cathedral aisle holding the hand of a small child, both smiling widely. Rachelle stopped along the way to introduce the little girl as if she were the reason for the event.
Kindness trumped protocol for Rachelle, even during a moment that should have been all about her. She was the perfect woman for him and for Vandorra.
They reached the altar. Magnus bent to thank Tinsley. Her mother came and escorted the little girl to a seat in the front. Breaking tradition, Magnus took Rachelle’s hand and held it straight through their vows. Though the formal affair was steeped in tradition, it held meaning for his father and his people. The kiss he gave her was respectfully appropriate.
When he and Rachelle turned to the crowd and were presented as a married couple for the first time, he whispered, “Aunt Nissa wants to give us something before we go to the reception.”
“I love that she sat beside Zinnia. What do you think she has for us?”
“My father told me Aunt Nissa got my mother and him tipsy before their reception. They did shots of courage together, which he said were potent.”
“I can’t do that,” Rachelle said.
Magnus chuckled. “You need not imbibe as much as last time.”
“I don’t want to imbibe at all until I’ve seen a doctor.”
Magnus froze. “You—you think you might be—”
She searched his face. “Yes. I’m very late.”
He spun her around, winding her long train around them, then kissed her soundly. Alisha, her matron of honor, warned, “Don’t move or you’ll trip.”
“I’ve already fallen,” Magnus said, hugging Rachelle to him. He didn’t care that they should already be walking down the aisle. He was where he wanted to be. Let the world see it.
Rachelle kissed him again briefly and joked, “And you say you’re not romantic.”
“Only for you, little Rachelle. Only for you,” Magnus said. Rachelle had not changed him, but she had brought a balance to him that changed the way he looked at the future. He would always be the warrior his people needed him to be, but with Rachelle at his side, he would also be the loving man his father had hoped he would become.
He looked up and caught Zinnia watching them with a disapproving look. She never did like to be kept waiting. He waved to her. One day, God willing, she would chase his children out of her yard, and they would be better rulers for it.
Acknowledgments
I am so grateful to everyone who was part of the process of creating Royal Heir.
Thank you to:
Montlake Romance for letting me explore my royal side. Special thanks to Lauren Plude for rolling with what can sometimes be a wild ride.
My very patient beta readers. You know who you are. Thank you for kicking my butt when I need it.
My editors: Karen Lawson, Janet Hitchcock, Marion Archer, Krista Stroever, and Marlene Engel.
My Roadies for making me smile each day when I log on to my computer. So many of you have become friends. Was there life before the Roadies? I’m sure there was, but it wasn’t as much fun.
Thank you to my husband, Tony, who is a saint—simple as that.