Christmas Wishes Part 1. Elizabeth Rolls

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      Ekaterina slowly wandered towards the edge of the walled courtyard, her delicate brows gently creasing in thought. The summons for Ekaterina to join the imperial court in the city of Tsarskoye Selo had come as an unpleasant surprise to the Romanov family in the North. Empress Anna had always distanced herself from the old nobility—especially her siblings—so her asking for her brother’s eldest daughter to join the court did not bode well.

      Contrary to what others might have thought, such a summons was not an honour—it was more likely a subtle declaration of war. Ekaterina, as a young, unmarried noblewoman, could be used as a political hostage—or humiliated for sport. Just last year a member of the old gentry had displeased Empress Anna in some trivial way and she had forced the elderly man to entertain her court by stripping naked and squawking like a bird in a specially constructed gilded cage. Even worse, the nobleman’s extended family had abruptly and inexplicably disappeared during the harsh winter—no doubt thanks to the actions of Empress Anna’s personal police squad.

      Since arriving a mere week ago Ekaterina had managed to avoid close contact with her aunt, opting to stay hidden behind the jewelled plumes of the headdresses of more ambitious court women. But being inconspicuous in such a gaudy, debauched court took quite a bit of effort, and Ekaterina had not been able to help but resort to old tricks to keep her sanity—such as strolling anonymously through the peasant areas.

      As she reached the edge of the walled courtyard, she heard soft, tinkling laughter. Pausing, she looked over to where a small gaggle of children were weaving pine boughs together to make crude Christmas ornaments. They were nothing like the expensive, gaudy contraptions that her aunt had commissioned for the Christmas season. Unlike those crystal baubles and bright candles, these simple decorations were dotted with crimson holly berries and strung together with tatty bits of string.

      But they were even more beautiful in Ekaterina’s eyes.

      The children’s ruddy faces shot up as she approached, her boots crunching over the freshly fallen snow. Ekaterina smiled warmly, her dainty fingertips skimming over the fragrant pine needles.

      ‘They’re beautiful, children,’ she said encouragingly.

      The children’s smiles widened. Ekaterina patted each child on the head and leaned down to whisper.

      ‘Come see me in the kitchens tomorrow,’ she told them with a wink. ‘I’ll have some sweet treats for you to share.’

      With that, she rose and resumed her stroll, warmed by the squeals of excited giggling in her wake. She followed the stone wall to an iron gate, which she pushed open. As she stepped through the archway, a lovely winter landscape met her eyes. Brilliantly white snow carpeted the expansive meadows, broken only by a few clusters of evergreen trees. Ekaterina stepped farther away from the palace and closer to the wilderness, relishing the cold, crisp air on her face and the bright blue sky stretching as far as the eye could see.

      And then she saw him.

      A man was standing in the centre of the field, his the only tracks in the glittering snow. He was facing away from her, his thumbs hooked in his trouser pockets. Even though a cold wind stirred the fabric of his loose white shirt, he did not move—he didn’t even shiver! He was so still that the white puffs of his breath were the only indication that he was a living, breathing man and not a statue.

      But what a statue he would have made! His figure might have made any of those marble mythical gods envious.

      Even from behind he cut a striking silhouette against the perfect blue of the horizon. He was tall, long and lean—a fact accentuated by his billowing linen shirt and fitted wool trousers. His shoulders were broad, and he had dark, tousled hair that did not quite conceal a square jaw covered in rough stubble.

      Ekaterina swallowed breathlessly as he shifted his weight. And then he began to walk away, his shoes crunching over the new snow as he wandered towards the copse of trees that hid a small brook from sight.

      He was leaving!

      Ekaterina’s feet were rooted to the spot, even though she desperately didn’t want to lose sight of the stranger. She was intensely curious, but at the same time trailing after a stranger seemed a terribly dangerous idea. Ekaterina bit her lip, her brow furrowing as the distance between them grew. Should she risk revealing herself, risk her safety, for a glimpse of this handsome stranger?

      Just then the man paused and turned slightly to the side. A breeze lifted his dark locks, which played across his perfect profile. Ekaterina’s stomach erupted in fluttering.

      Yes, she told herself. She just couldn’t help herself.

      Resolute and determined, Ekaterina followed him, carefully putting her feet in his large footprints so as to remain a silent and unseen follower. Although, she thought with a wry smile, he would see her immediately if he but turned around. Just a quick glimpse of his face, she told herself. A quick glance and her curiosity would be satisfied.

      As she trailed after his loping strides, she found herself wondering if he would be angry at her intrusion or interested in her audacity?

      Her thoughts suddenly ceased as the mystery man reached the creek, which had almost completely frozen over. She halted, expecting him to turn around and spot her, but a quacking pair of geese distracted them both. Ekaterina eyed the waddling birds quizzically. Had they neglected to migrate? How had they survived?

      And then the man dug into his trouser pockets and pulled out a few crusts of bread. Clucking at the geese, he tossed the bread to the snow-covered ground and watched as the geese noisily snapped up the bits of food. Anger awoke in Ekaterina’s belly, rising like a flame to her throat. The squawking of the fat birds only increased her ire as she watched him toss another handful of crusts.

      How dare he? she thought as she strode heedlessly forward. How dare he squander such food on mere geese?

      Startled at the sound of shoes on snow, the stranger stilled and turned, his brows lifted in surprise.

      ‘You!’ Ekaterina snapped, her blue eyes fiery as she advanced on him. ‘What do you think you are doing?’

      The stranger held up his hands, the last few breadcrumbs falling to the ground.

      ‘Feeding the birds,’ he answered, his eyes wide.

      ‘Feeding the birds?’ Ekaterina exclaimed incredulously. ‘You’re feeding the birds fresh bread while the peasants are near starvation?’

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      The man blinked, his expression unreservedly abashed. This woman had interrupted his daily ritual of wandering out into the wilderness to feed his geese. Hearing a human voice in the cold, abandoned outdoors was unexpected...though not completely unwanted. Her voice was sweet, even in anger, and it was a welcome contrast to the harshness he’d just left behind. He’d wandered out into the countryside to escape the sweat, dust and shouting, and the cold, fresh air and natural beauty usually invigorated him. But now...he only had eyes for the firecracker burning him with her stare.

      The woman before him was petite, her slight form dwarfed in her overly large wool overcoat. Her bright blue eyes were unparalleled jewels that burned with passion. His artist’s eye immediately traced the pale contours of her exquisite face, from the elegant arch of her thin eyebrows to the perfect bow of her dainty lips. With midnight-black hair and a radiant complexion, she stood out in stark relief against the barren land around them. СКАЧАТЬ