Today I'm pleased to welcome Rachel James back to my blog. Her newest medieval romance The Last Princess of Meigen was released a few days ago. It's a wonderful story, full of intrigue and unique characters with lots of colour and history in her beautifully described setting. It doesn't matter if you read this book before or after The Forgotten Princess of Elmetia. Although the characters cross over, they can be read as stand alone. Rachel also hints at a third in the series in her tantalizing ending.
The Last Princess of Meigen -
A captivating tale of love and duty as the last princess of Meigen searches for her true purpose amidst conflict and betrayal.
It is 626AD, and the ancient Kingdom of Meigen is left vulnerable to neighboring Saxons. To unite the kingdoms and bring peace, Princess Alena must enter into a royal marital alliance. But when the handsome physician, Sherwin, befalls her, matters become complicated. Torn between obligations to her young son and country, she faces a difficult decision. Will Alena obey the king’s orders, or choose to follow her
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Born and raised in England, Rachel now writes inspirational historical romance, she is also a pastor's wife and has three beautiful little princesses. She minored in creative writing at university and strives to entertain, inspire and encourage others in their own spiritual journey. She's also insanely addicted to romantic tales... combine it with a little history and a hot cup of tea, and she's smitten! Find her at www.rachelajames.com for more information.
King Conall’s Palace, The Kingdom of Meigen
Alena dropped the pot and pressed her hand to her chest. The bowl shattered on the floor,and the kitchen grew silent.
She squinted hard to shut out the pain, but it was too intense.
“Just breathe, Alena. Try not to panic.”
That was the problem—she could not do either.
Strong arms picked her up and rushed her out of the smoky room and into her chamber.
Gradually, her lungs filled with air, and the tightness eased. She opened her eyes and exhaled.
“Thank ye, Orvin,” she said to the manservant, “but I had it under control.” She pushed
herself up with her elbows, only to be pushed back down again.
“Nay, Princess, rest here a while. Yer duties can wait.”
She frowned. The servants might understand, but the King did not. The Feast would
commence shortly, and she needed to finish the table arrangements. “Tell ye what, fetch Tristan for me, he could assist.”
Orvin quirked an eyebrow. “Yer four-year-old laddie will not be able to help if ye have
“Oh, he’s stronger than ye think. Now,” she rose to her feet and flashed him her sweetest smile, “off ye go.”
She gave him little time to protest, and shooed him out the door. She smiled to herself. The palace servants meant well even if they were overprotective at times.She moved toward the window and inhaled the fresh air. Something wasn’t right. She sensed it. She’d have to be careful around the fires this eventide. Mayhap Tristan could fetch the items from the kitchen. Still, the Great Hall would not be much better with the meat roasting on spits.
“Mama, are ye well?”
She spun around at the sound of her son’s voice. “Oh, there ye are, laddie.” Alena took histiny hand and placed in her own. “I wondered if ye’d help me this night. My chest is a wee bit troublesome.”
The little boy’s eyes grew wider. “Will it be a secret, like last time?”
She laughed. “Aye, ye’re not to inform the king or he might get cross.”
Tristan scratched his head. “How about Orvin—can we tell him?”
“I should think so…”
He let out a whistle. “Grand, I’m not verra good at keeping secrets from everybody.”
“Well then, shall we be going? I’ll need ye to help with flowers to begin with.”
“But that’s lassie work.”
Alena ruffled his hair. “The lifting is a man’s task, is it not?”
“Aye, I s’pose.”
They made their way down to the kitchen, now a hive of activity. The guests were to arrive shortly, and her father-in-law was sure to be worked-up.
“There ye are, Princess. The master is in a frightful mood. Ye’d best keep out of his way.”
Alena glanced up at the cook who was arm deep in bread dough. “Where is he?”
“Prowling the Great Hall as we speak.”
Dread filled her. “Is he angry with me?”
“I do not doubt it, although what about I’ve nay idea.”
She chewed her lip. Like it or not, she had to take the arrangements into the hall. If the King saw someone else doing her job, he’d be seething. But if she went in now.... She sighed. She’d have to face his wrath, either way. She knelt down to Tristan’s level. “Ye stay here, do not let the King see you. Am I clear?”
Her hand trembling, she picked up a bough of holly and ivy and headed for the Great Hall.
For a little more of the inside scoop on Rachel check out my earlier blog where she agreed to answer some questions for us
The Forgotten Princess of Elmetia