To Conquer the Heart of a King
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Before Lukas of Falkenberg returns to the Black Forest to take the throne from his dying father, he pays a visit to the nameless Seer at the Cloister of Mariendorf. He takes her captive using her intuition to establish his reign. She willingly trades the punishing confines of the cloister for a palace prison in the hope of gaining her ultimate freedom. Although blind, she can see what the future king cannot—the needs of his subjects. She will win them over, but can she conquer the heart of a king before his half-brother Magnus separates them in a plot even she cannot foresee?
J. S. Laurenz
The Dime Store Cowgrrl spent five years working for the tradpubs and now writes under the name J. S. Laurenz. Her articles have appeared in The San Francisco Chronicle, The Miami Herald, The Charlotte Observer and the north of Boston magazine Motherwords. She contributes to The Albany Times Union, Adirondack Life Magazine and is a commentator for North Country Public Radio. She has a recurring appearance on New Hampshire Public Radio's Word of Mouth to talk about her novel To Conquer the Heart of a King, the Wild West landscape of electronic publishing and her dime store cowgrrl blog.
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To Conquer the Heart of a King - J. S. Laurenz
Chapter One
The Seer of Mariendorf was not accustomed to telling her own future, but she sensed fate had brought a man to the cloister who could mean her freedom.
Give him a good fortune, and he’ll give us a good fortune…in gold,
the abbess whispered harshly into her ear, before closing the door to the bare stone cell behind her.
May I touch your face?
The Seer was surprised at her own request. She was surprised too that her hand trembled ever so slightly as she held it out to this visitor. For a long moment he did not come. She gave him time to become used to her appearance.
Some visitors called her a ghost, or an angel. Some whispered she was a witch. Too much fasting and too little sunlight had left her skin pale, almost translucent. The contrast to her black hair was startling. It hung loose over her shoulders, like a dark stain on her white novitiate’s robe. What disturbed them the most were her eyes. They lacked any color. Were they grey? Were they white? The windows to heaven? Or to hell. The Seer herself did not know. She was blind.
He was near enough now that she could touch him, and she traced the hard jaw, the sharp cheekbone, and just under it, she knew it would be there, was a raised scar. Her delicate hand flitted impulsively to his lips which were pressed in a firm grim line. Under her fingertips they turned upward. In amusement? Or impatience.
And then her hand was trapped in his. His grip was gentle, but commanding. On his fourth finger, in which the vein ran straight to the heart, he wore a ring. On it, she was sure, a raised signet. A falcon. It was the Year of Our Lord 1774, and spheres of influence were changing here in the Black Forest where castles rose and fell like the towering pines in its impenetrable darkness. German dialects were as many as the disagreements in these splintered Kingdoms. The only language understood by all was power. And this man would be powerful.
He turned her hand so that it rested palm-up in his and ran his thumb over the star-shaped scar there, souvenir of the fire that had taken her memory--and her sight. They were both marked by the past. They would both be marked by the future.
You wish to know if you will be King,
she said quietly.
He dropped her hand as if the flame that had once branded her with a star had touched him too.
Yes,
she continued softly. You will be King…until your people rise against you.
That’s a lie!
Lukas of Falkenberg spoke to her now for the first time. She did not brace herself as he grabbed her shoulders. You can’t know the future.
Of course I can’t, but I see the present very clearly. Let me finish! If you rule with a stone heart like your father, if you steal the food from your subjects’ mouths--
What you say is treason,
he growled.
Is it so hard to see the difference between treason and truth?
He held her for a long moment. Maybe it is,
he said then as if weighing his words…and hers. When he released her, it was only to capture her wrist. With his free hand, he threw open the door. The abbess will collect your things.
That’s not necessary. I have nothing, not even a name,
the Seer said.
You can’t take her,
the abbess begged as he pushed past her. You can’t--
A King can do as he likes,
the Seer interrupted. Lukas tightened his grip around her wrist as he guided her out the low doorway and down the spiraling stone staircase.
I am not yet King. There are obstacles to overcome and you may be one of them,
he said tersely against her ear.
I didn’t say you were King, I simply made a statement. Kings do as they like.
He dragged her over the threshold and she stumbled into the courtyard where she stood unsteadily as he released her to swing into his saddle.
Lothar, hand her up to me.
You can’t--
Lothar began.
A King can do as he likes,
he said roughly. Tilman, what are you waiting for? Open the gate.
But it’s locked.
I said open it!
She felt Lothar’s hands on her waist. He grunted, not with effort, but surprise. She weighs no more than a child.
Are you comfortable?
Lukas asked as he cradled her in his lap.
The saddle dug into her hip. No.
Good!
The horse jostled to the side, straining at its bit, and then shot forward as the metal gate of the monastery crashed outward. The damp spring wind, the thrill of movement, the sound of freedom, all that made her shiver.
Are you frightened?
She turned her face up to his voice. If I could see the future, I think I would be very afraid,
she said. If he smiled she couldn’t see it. The