Excerpt - An Unlikely Duke
On their last day of travel, Christian finally pushed the pace, knowing they could arrive in Saelym that evening if they rode faster. It was nighttime when he and Robert were escorted by Jack and another man to the castle’s postern gate. Christian had debated riding through the main gate and facing an official welcome, but he’d decided to surprise Helen first. He’d directed Paul to spend the night with the remainder of their escort and see that the rest of their belongings were brought to the castle in the morning. Paul had glanced at Robert, who’d nodded without meeting his gaze. The squire was concerned – Robert had been quieter than usual during the last few days.
As Christian and Robert dismounted, Jack saluted them. “We will inform the king of your safe arrival, my lords,” he said in parting. “Good health to you both.” He bowed slightly in the saddle. “Until your return to Rhennsbury,” he added, then set spurs to his mount. His companion followed him.
Christian led his horse through the gate. Robert followed, trying to make out details of the castle yard in the dark. A few surprised grooms approached them. Christian handed his reins to one young man, who made a belated obeisance. “Your Grace, welcome home.” Christian nodded in greeting, and then directed the servants to see that the horses were bedded down properly. He steered Robert toward the castle steps.
He directed the first servant they met in the castle to show Robert to a guest room. “Your saddlebag will be along shortly,” he said. “We can let the duchess know of your arrival in the morning.” Robert inclined his head and followed the servant to the nearest stairwell. He had no complaints about getting out of Christian’s presence.
Christian went to his private study. He disturbed a castle page long enough to remove his boots, fetch him some wine, and get a fire blazing in the room’s hearth despite the warmth. He sat at his desk, sipping the wine, and going through some of the duchy’s recent correspondence. He knew Helen would come to the study later in the evening to finish things for the day, and he’d surprise her then. Soon he fell forward into a deep sleep, his head and arms on the desk.
He never heard the slow, quiet footsteps crossing the floor of the study, and he never felt the blade slip between his ribs and pierce his heart.
