Rescued by Love

By Deborah Thayer McLain and Maryna Zhukova

Keela's heart yearns to be free-free from the orphanage, free from her captors. Only one man hears her silent pleas for help-King Cullen, who pays the ultimate price to free her from the dungeon of despair.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Deborah McLain
• Release date: Jan 30, 2021
• ISBN: 9781736340936

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Dedication

First and foremost, I dedicate this book to the Lord. Rescued by Love was penned by my hand, with the inspiration of God’s visions. This book has been life changing for me to write and I hope and pray it changes your life as you read this love story.

To the most encouraging content editor I know, Lauren Wicke. I am so grateful for our friendship that has grown over the course of reviewing this book.

To my best friend and amazing editor, Paula Updegrave. I cannot thank you enough for all your help. You are God’s gift to me.

To my husband, who encouraged me along the way and never grew tired of my book conversations. Thank you, and I love you!

To my son, Jonathan. You always believed in me even when I questioned myself.

To my parents who spurred me on. You have been an inspiration.

To friends like Karen Cummings, Karen Chiero Mejeur, and Donna Cody who always cheered me on.

1

One

Aideen woke to the sounds of men shouting. She reached across the bed for her husband, but only found a cold bed. How long has he been gone? she wondered. Her foggy mind was jolted awake when she heard a woman scream.

She quickly got out of bed and hurriedly wrapped herself in the robe that hung next to her with no regard for dressing properly. She gingerly headed toward the door, groping with her hands outstretched until she reached it. The cries of battle were clear as she unlocked and opened the door. Who is attacking us and why? The fighting sounded loudest towards her right. Her foot struck a hard object as she turned in the blackness and tumbled over furniture strewn across the hallway. She wondered, as her legs and head throbbed, if her husband had done that to keep her safely locked inside their room.

She kept her eyes focused on the light in the distance as she ran toward the courtyard. Again she tripped and fell. To her dismay, she realized what she had tripped on was not furniture, but a body. The man was dead. What is happening? Where is my husband! Fear rose in her throat as she reached the courtyard.

The stables were entirely engulfed in great flames. A few horses galloped past her as they ran in fear towards freedom. Aideen watched as the young stable boys ran into the flames to rescue the horses. She hoisted her gown and ran towards the stables. Those poor horses! The entire structure crashed to the ground as Aideen approached the stable. No! her voice trailed off. The boys! As she ran toward the burning wreckage, a strong hand grabbed her arm.

My lady, it’s too late. The boys couldn’t have survived.

She turned to see Riley, a good friend of her husband, holding her arm. With tears brimming in her eyes she pleaded, We must try!

I’m sorry. Go back to your house.

No! I will not cower like a helpless animal!

You have no weapon and were never trained in battle.

She took a heavy sword from the nearest fallen man with determination rising in her mind. Well, now I have a weapon.

My lady, you cannot fight- besides, that sword is twice as heavy as mine!

Well, then give me your sword if it’s lighter.

Riley gave a deep sigh. I see there is no changing your mind.

Aideen heard a familiar voice as she reached to take the sword from Riley

I told you to watch your back! he shouted.

Aideen watched in horror as Egon plunged a sword into her husband's chest and he sank to his knees. Riley gave a shout and ran toward Egon, but Aideen could not move. Everything felt as if it was moving in slow motion. Her strangled screams rang loud in her ears and her feet felt tied to the earth. The love of her life fell under Egon’s sword and she had witnessed the whole thing.

She ran to Oscar’s side, fell to her knees and placed his head on her lap, cradling his face in her hands. No! Oscar!

With pain riddling his face, Oscar whispered, I’m sorry.

Tears streamed down her face. No! Oscar! We are supposed to live a long, happy life together!

I’m sorry…. Oscar whispered again.

Aideen watched as his face relaxed. She felt the weight of his body grow still in her lap and knew he was gone. Grief overtook her heart. She did not desire to fight anymore. She did not care that a great battle was waging around her.  

Aideen recalled a memory from several months ago as she closed her eyes and attempted to stop the tears. Oscar had confided in his best friend, King Domnall, the concern he had about his daughter’s well-being. Their young daughter had been whisked away to safety on the advice of King Domnall.

Tears silently poured down her face as she stood in the shadows of her daughter’s room. Oscar had picked up her precious daughter and left her room.  She strained her ears as she listened to her daughter’s sweet voice asking why she was being woken in the middle of the night and where they were going. Aideen felt as if her heart would break. All she wanted to do was run after them and hold her daughter again. Oscar had given her clear orders not to allow her daughter to see her because it would upset her. Aideen didn’t even know where she had been hidden. At least I know she is safe….

Intense pain filled her senses and her world went dark.

***

Dia Richoet was a grand castle built into the sides of rocky cliffs high above the open ocean. Many villagers called this castle the defiant stronghold. Long ago they stayed within the castle walls for protection against a great storm. The castle, and all within, stood unshaken, although the storm had washed away many homes in the surrounding villages. The defiant stronghold stubbornly refused to obey the commands of the strong winds and crashing waves.

Cullen sat tall and proud on his royal steed, Hunter, as he watched the waves crash against the cliffs on this chilly, early spring day. His straight dark hair was trimmed to his shoulders, but his eyes were his most captivating feature. His eyes were an indigo color, like the water of the Springs of Cura. The peace that filled his soul seemed to flow out his eyes. Being around him gave many people a sense of peace. However, recently his peace was disturbed. He was experiencing very vivid dreams; dreams he could not explain. Cullen needed to clear his mind, so he mounted his steed for an afternoon ride. Hunter was loyal, feisty and spirited, but gentle under Cullen’s firm hand. The ride would do them both good.

Cullen loved the vastness and variety of the landscape in his kingdom. He enjoyed taking in the majestic beauty, strength, and power of the ocean. Trees grew near the castle that twisted and tilted as they obeyed the wind’s command. He looked beyond Dia Richoet. There, protected from the strong winds, the landscape took on a different appearance. Lush fields of wildflowers were gently blowing in the breeze instead of twisted trees. Children laughed gleefully as they ran through the flowers. Elsewhere, farmers worked the ground, plowing and planting their fields with wheat in hopes of an abundant harvest.

Cullen set his mind to the east. He could travel on horseback and reach the rolling hills where his father’s kingdom awaited his return. Rich green pastures dotted the landscape, while ancient stone walls and flowing rivers drew lines across the grassy slopes. The older sheep would have to settle for the lower pastures as the rolling hills became much steeper the farther one traveled into them. Only the younger, healthy sheep could graze the tender grasses watered by the heavy spring dew higher up the steep hills.  As he gazed east Cullen longed to revisit his father, but he still had a lot to do before he returned home.

To the south of Dia Richoet stood Cullen’s only enemy, King Dorcha. King Dorcha became known for his brutality as he ruled Chrioch Olc. Cullen always needed to stay alert and watch for any activity from King Dorcha. A vast, dense forest grew between Chrioch Olc and Dia Richoet making it difficult for either army to organize an attack. There were people convinced evil creatures remained hidden in the trees. Sometimes the dense fog hung so low and thick that one could barely see a few feet in front of him. Cullen knew the fog was serious trouble. Any good soldier could lose his sense of direction in the gloomy fog and become lost.

Cullen could envision the steep, rugged mountains as he looked to the north. Mormhuir Cathair, a peaceful country ruled by his friend King Luke, was located on the other side of the mountain range. The dangerous journey to Mormhuir Cathair took several days traveling by horseback. Traveling on foot could prove deadly. Mormhuir Cathair’s countryside was similar to Dia Richoet, except plentiful beaches with gently rolling waves replaced the cliffs abutting the ocean. Easy access to the sea made Mormhuir Cathair a vital trade route. Merchants traveled great distances to trade their goods in the many bustling seaport villages there.

***

Keela awoke with a start and jumped out of bed. She could barely contain her excitement. She smiled as she rushed to the window to pull the curtains back. Perfect, she thought. The sun is shining brightly on this glorious day. She had known for several years that her gift on her eighteenth birthday would be her freedom.

Keela had lived in this convent most of her life. She had no recollection of her parents. She knew the nuns loved her, but she always wondered who her birth parents were. Why did they leave her here in the nuns’ custody? What had she done wrong in her young life to cause her parents to desert her in this place? With teary goodbyes and lots of hugs, Keela left the only family she knew.

With great anticipation, Keela began down the path. The convent was behind her, and the road that symbolized her freedom stretched out before her. The further she traveled, the more anxious her mind became. Where am I going to sleep tonight? I have no money, and I have never worked. Trying to calm her nerves, she determined, No, it will work out. I won’t worry yet.

Her determination strengthened as she continued down the long, straight road that led to the closest village. A small outcropping of trees lined the horizon in the far distance. Her whole life she had wondered what life was like in the village beyond.

Keela enjoyed the sweet fragrances of the beautiful wildflowers that lined the road and the warmth of the sun as it shone brightly. She loved springtime. Everything about spring brought her enjoyment. It felt like life was starting over. She breathed the earthy scents of spring in deeply as she continued her walk. With the sun shining everything seemed to be all right.

As she approached the woods, she realized what appeared to be a small grove of trees was a vast forest. Keela had heard tales of wild animals that lived in the woods, and robbers who would lie in wait for passing travelers. If a robber comes by, I’ll tell him I don’t have any money. I doubt they will bother me. She hoped that she would not see any of the wild animals. Continuing down the wooded path into the forest, she wrapped her shawl a little tighter around her shoulders to ward off the chill. Keela noticed that the smells were very different in the forest as she breathed in the aroma of fresh pine. Glancing at the tall trees she thought, I wonder what it looks like up there. It must be an incredible sight. I wish I were a bird so I could fly high and see what lies ahead. The thick plant growth surprised her as she walked deeper into the forest. Bushes and ferns covered the forest floor.

Keela grew hungry and noticed that the sun was sinking in the sky. She thought, I hope I finish walking through the forest before dusk. I don’t want to find shelter in the woods. She sat down on a flat stone and pulled out a small piece of bread from her bag.  She heard a rustle in the bushes as she ate and fear gripped her heart. Sit still—maybe it won’t see me. Just then, a gentle doe and her young fawn came into view. Keela watched as the beautiful creatures grazed on the flowering bushes. Are these the wild animals people warned me about? They aren’t scary. Peace filled her heart. Perhaps there was no reason to fear. She would find a place to sleep safely tonight. She was sure of it!

Keela continued toward the village after her small dinner and a brief rest. Seeing two men walking toward her on the path ahead, she steeled herself against the fear that crept into her heart again and tried her best to remain calm. She would walk straight toward them then politely walk around them as she headed to the village. They are probably two harmless villagers, she tried convincing herself. Both men continued to walk toward her. Her heart raced instead of remaining calm. The closer they came, the more determined she became to walk right past them. Hello. Beautiful day for a walk, isn’t it?

The two men stood directly in front of her without saying a word.

Excuse me, Keela said as she tried not to show her nervousness.

The men stood side by side blocking the path instead of stepping aside and letting her pass. We’ve been waiting a long time for you, one of them growled.

The king will reward us generously for catching you. He’s been searching for you, grumbled the other man.

What are you talking about? Please, I am not the person you think I am. I don’t even know anyone in the village. Let me pass! Keela pleaded.

We’ll let King Luke decide about that, the first man said as he grabbed her arm. Come with us.

Where are you taking me?

I told you. King Luke wants to see you.

They confused Keela. She didn’t know where they were taking her or who King Luke was. Please. I don’t know where I am! What is the name of King Luke’s domain?

The second man gawked at her in disbelief. You’re in Mormhuir Cathair.

No more questions! the first man shouted. Turning to the second man, he grumbled, Keep your mouth shut.

Keela did not argue or fight.  She would soon be in the presence of a king. Once she explained the mistake, surely, he would let her go.

***

Marcus had been close friends with Cullen since they were old enough to walk.  Cullen had watched his friend become an excellent warrior over the years. His stature was short, but what he lacked in height he made up for in strength. Marcus was brave and valiant and would lay down his life for his king. He had deep brown eyes and wavy, dark brown hair. His confident smile would cheer up an entire room. Cullen had promoted Marcus to captain of his army. Cullen’s men loved serving under Marcus because they knew he cared about each of them individually.  treated them like family. He understood authority and performed his work with deep confidence.

Marcus had become a confidant for Cullen. He would sit and listen as Cullen shared the burdens of his heart and had never once betrayed that trust. Cullen now wanted to speak with Marcus about his puzzling dreams.

Could I be living the legend? Cullen wondered, I need to talk this over with Marcus. He’ll help me sort through my thoughts. Cullen summoned Marcus.

Marcus entered the room, "You called me, my lord?

They had both read and studied the legend since they were young boys. The tale spoke of a king and queen who could communicate through dreams. They would overcome death and change the entire kingdom through pure love and sacrifice. The whole empire would have many generations of peace.

Yes, can we talk? Cullen motioned toward a seat.

My lord, what is it? Concerned, Marcus sat across from Cullen.

Please stop calling me ‘my lord.’ Right now, I just want a friend, Cullen smiled.

Marcus looked relieved. Yes, sir, he said as he leaned forward in his seat.

Do you remember when we were younger and we studied the legend?

Yes... Marcus could not hide his look of surprise.

Cullen continued, I’m sure you weren’t expecting me to be asking about the legend. Did you ever really think it might happen to us?

Marcus turned in his seat to study the look on Cullen’s face. Cullen, you know I always hoped it was true. The legend states that when the king finds his bride and marries her many generations will experience peace. They will destroy all their enemies and peace will reign across the entire domain.

Cullen looked frustrated. The legend also states they will communicate with each other without speaking. You and I know that’s not possible … right?

Marcus stifled a chuckle, Yes. I agree, but … Marcus hesitated to finish his thought.

But what?

I was thinking, any king could claim the legend if they didn’t need to prove it.

Cullen leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling. Yes, I thought of that too. How would people know the truth?

Marcus asked, My lord, forgive me for prying, but why are you questioning the legend? Do you hear voices?

Cullen seemed a little apprehensive, I know it sounds crazy, but yes. At night, I hear a woman crying. She’s scared, lonely, and confused. They sat in silence as the seriousness of the legend hung heavy in the air. Then Cullen looked at his friend, Do you think I’m crazy? I mean, what if it’s just a strange dream?

How long has this dream been happening?

For a few weeks now. It happens at night. Her voice is so quiet I can barely hear it.

Cullen, I don’t know what to tell you. Maybe she’s too far away, and you can’t hear her well. You should travel a little to see if her voice becomes louder.

So, you mean to tell me you think perhaps I am living the legend?

Perhaps, my lord, but you won’t know until you try to find her.

2

Two

Marcus had been injured in a battle years ago. It was not a life-threatening injury, but a difficult one nonetheless. An arrow pierced through the leather in his armor and lodged itself deep into his shoulder. One of his men went to fetch the doctor while Marcus waited in his house. A beautiful young woman walked in with the local doctor when he arrived. Marcus could barely take his eyes off her. Women were rarely seen helping doctors with medical emergencies. She had a positive spirit, and her eyes sparkled with a genuine smile that lit up her entire face, and showed compassion and concern.

 The doctor noticed Marcus's attraction to his nurse. Marcus, let me introduce you to my assistant, Moria. I think she is the most helpful assistant I have ever had. Never mind the prettiest.

Moria blushed when she heard what the doctor said. Marcus thought she looked even more beautiful. The gentle pink that colored her face gave it a softer look.

Come on, Doc. Now you embarrassed the girl. Marcus enjoyed teasing her, but knew that soon, when the doctor removed the arrow, they would put aside all joking. Let’s get this over with Doc. This arrow is killing me. He waited a moment, expecting Moria to leave the room. Instead, Marcus heard the doctor give her instruction as to what he expected her to do.

I will be back shortly, Marcus. Moria, please prepare my tools, the doctor said, closing the door behind him.

Moria turned toward him and smiled. I know most men don’t want a woman around when they are injured. Her eyes held a slight look of sadness. She held Marcus's gaze for a moment before turning toward a table to prepare the tools the doctor would need. My father and brothers were like that. I wanted to become a doctor, but women belonged in the home, not as a doctor tending to the wounds of men. They were too proud to accept my help when they were injured. Moria turned and handed him a glass. Here, this should help with the pain. Sorry, but I don’t know if it will help much. The arrow is lodged in quite far.

Marcus took the glass and swallowed the bitter juice quickly. A few moments after he drank the liquid the doctor reappeared. Not wanting to disturb her further, Marcus did not ask any more questions. Instead, he looked at her and said, Well, I am honored to have you help the doctor. I can tell you care about people. Soon the drink she gave him made his mind cloudy, and he felt numb all over.

Alright, the doctor said, I can tell the medicine is helping. Let’s get this over with.

Marcus struggled to remain calm even though the pain was excruciating. It took all the strength he could muster not to cry out. The pain overcame him and he passed into a fitful sleep. He awoke to hear a quiet rustling in the corner of the room. He slowly turned and saw Moria, standing with her back toward him, working on something on the table. He cleared his throat and she turned.

Well, good morning, she said with a radiant smile.

Being the captain of the army, he had women continually trying to win his attention. She wasn’t like that at all.

I must admit, you handled that very well. I don’t know how you didn’t cry out. I think the medicine put you to sleep.

Marcus laughed aloud. Oh, you don’t know the half of it! He chuckled again, I wanted to cry out. I probably would have if you weren’t here. He gave her a grin, It’s amazing what happens to an injured man when you put a beautiful lady in the room.

Moria blushed. My lord, please. I’m an ordinary woman, nothing special.

Well, I don’t agree. You are a remarkable woman. Thank you for your help.

Moria slid a chair up to the side of his bed. What is your name?

That comment surprised Marcus. He thought all the women in the entire kingdom knew him. My name is Marcus. I recently received the position of Captain of the Army for King Cullen.

Moria smiled. You have a lot of responsibilities. How do you handle it when one of your men dies in battle?

Marcus thought about her question. Well, I haven’t lost anyone yet. However, I know I would be very distraught. Why do you ask?

Moria’s expression saddened, and her eyes had a far-off look. My two brothers died in battle, she said slowly. Marcus could hear the sorrow in her voice.

I’m sorry. Marcus knew he had asked too much, but Moria continued.

My family lived in King Dorcha’s kingdom.

Again, Marcus felt her sorrow. He had heard many stories from people who were in King Dorcha’s army. He was a brutal king and did not regard his people’s lives with any worth. You must have gone through a lot. I’m sorry for prying.

Moria’s eyes were watery now. It’s alright, she gave a weak smile, "I needed to talk to someone about it. I wish my brothers had served under you instead. I wanted to