She caught his hand in hers, twining their fingers together as they rode on, not caring if anyone behind them noticed. Looking up at the sun glittering across the snowcapped mountains, she sighed. "Have you ever seen anything as beautiful as that?"

"Aye," he said quietly, glancing down at her. "Aye, I have"

They rode in silence for a while, both gazing up at the soaring ridges dotted with pines, the mists parting over the mountains, the almost unearthly blaze of color-blue and white and green and gold.

"Ciara ... how can I take you away from all this?"

"You will not have to if my father agrees to Mathias's terms."

He did not reply.

She dropped her gaze to her horse's mane. "You do not think he will agree, do you?"

"I do not know," he said carefully. "Your father is not a man who forgives easily. In four years, he did not forgive me for my actions during the first peace negotiations."

"But I am sure he will forgive you now. You have done all he asked of you, at great risk to your life. You did your duty, and more."

"It is the more that worries me," he muttered with a pained expression.

"I meant that you not only escorted me safely to Mount Ravensbruk but you helped rescue Mathias."

"Aye, but I seem to recall your father mentioning something about drawing and quartering if I dared so much as look at you. And you do not want to know what he meant to do if I dared touch your royal person."

She lifted their twined hands, rubbing her cheek against his fingers. "I had no intention of mentioning any of the wonderful ways you have touched my royal person."

"Ciara, I am serious. He has at least a half-dozen reasons to refuse Mathias's offer-"

"He will agree, Royce. He has to."

"And if he does not?"

"Then this will be the last time I ever see my home."

For a moment, there was no sound but the wind in the long grass and the muted thudding of their horses' hooves. Little Hera had curled up in her basket to sleep.

"You would give up all of this?" He nodded toward the mountains, the palace, his voice soft, serious. "Leave Chlons forever?"

"For you, aye."

He glanced away from her, and she knew what he was thinking: he did not want to tear her from her homeland. Nor did he want to leave this realm he had fought for, risked everything for, loved all his life. She knew how much the four years of banishment had pained him.

The idea that they might have to leave forever ...

"Well then, my love ..." Still holding her hand in his, he lightly tapped his silver spurs against Anteros's flanks. "Let us go and see what your father says."

They waited in the solar, the two of them alone, while her father and his ministers held an audience with the Thuringian emissaries in the great hall. Ciara paced, her stomach queasy.

This was the chamber where it had all begun, she thought as she moved restlessly from the door to the hearth and back again. This was where she had come to hide the night of her betrothal party, where Miriam had spoken to her about the rebels, where Landers had tried to kidnap her-though she had not known that at the time.

And this was where it would all end.

One way or another.

"You are making me dizzy, my love," Royce said lightly. "Which is not unusual, but this time I am not even kissing you." He was perched in the window seat, long legs stretched out in front of him, boots crossed.

When he patted the empty place beside him, she shook her head. She could not sit down. With a look of understanding, he returned his attention to the window, gazing down at the bailey below.

Earlier, he had gone out to spend some time alone at the small brass cross that marked the place where his best friend had fallen in defense of his realm, and his home ... and her.

Ciara wondered whether her father had yet found it in his heart to forgive her for her part in Christophe's death. She remembered all too vividly his angry words to her.

And knew that what Royce had said was true. Your father is not a man who forgives easily.

She finally stopped pacing and turned to rest her back against the hearth, wishing she could have remained with Hera, happily ensconced on the bed in her room. "He has been out there a very long time," she said uneasily, her gaze on the door. "What if-"

"The emissaries have a great deal to explain." Royce's tone was calm, reassuring. He tallied the subjects on his fingers. "Prince Daemon's deceit. The fact that the rebels were never trying to kill you at all. How Mathias was rescued from his prison. The fact that he has reclaimed his proper place on the throne-"

"I know." She sighed. "But I am beginning to think that the rebels had the right idea in staying a safe distance from the palace until their fate was decided."

Royce chuckled. "This is the way we wanted it, Ciara-you and I and Mathias. We all agreed that the royal ministers would discuss the past ... while you and I would be the ones to present the decisions that need to be made concerning the future."

"But what if-"

The door opened. Ciara turned, tensed. "Father."

The king's velvet robes swirled around him as he closed the door, his eyes on her, his expression ...

As always, it was impossible to discern from his somber face what he felt or thought. She almost took a step toward him, then fiercely reminded herself how much he hated emotional displays.

Silent, he stared at her for a long moment, his gaze tracing over her face before he turned his attention to Royce ...

Who slowly got to his feet, then dropped to one knee and bowed. "Your Majesty."

For the first time since coming into the solar, her father showed a hint of emotion, one silvered brow lifting in surprise. "Rise, Sir Royce." He turned toward Ciara. "And come here, Daughter."

She crossed the distance between them, so nervous and uncertain she held her breath.

But when she drew near, he opened his arms and reached out to her.

And enfolded her in a strong, silent embrace.

All the air left her lungs as she relaxed against him, closing her eyes, too overcome by emotion even to speak. Her arms went around him and she hugged him hard, shamelessly letting her tears fall against his velvet tunic, as she had not done since she was a little girl.

His usually cool, regal voice wavered when he finally spoke. "I am so grateful that you are safe and well, my Ciara. If aught had befallen you, it would have been the death of me."

Her only reply was a tearful sniff as she tried to blink away the moisture in her eyes. But he did not seem to mind.

After holding her a long while, he set her away from him, his hands gentle on her shoulders, and she saw the unmistakable love in his eyes before his attention shifted to Royce.

"I understand that I have you to thank for my daughter's life, Baron Ferrano. And for my kingdom's return to both peace and freedom."

"It is no more than any loyal subject would do," Royce said quietly, "in service to a worthy king."

The two men's gazes held for a long moment.

Ciara felt new hope bubbling up inside her. "Father, did the Thuringian emissaries explain all that has happened?"

"Aye, including the fact that there is a huntsman by the name of Thayne and a few of his friends who are in need of a royal pardon." He let go of her shoulders, glancing from her to Royce. "And they said you and your guardian would explain the rest. I understand that Prince Mathias has demands to make?"

"Requests, Father. He has asked us to present four requests."

Her father sighed heavily. "And what are they? What could I possibly give him that his brother did not already take?"

Ciara hesitated, glancing over at Royce, who nodded for her to go ahead.

"First," she began slowly, "Prince Mathias asks Your Majesty and the people of Chlons for forgiveness. For himself, and for his subjects. Seven years of war have cut deep wounds between our people and his, and he wishes to begin healing those wounds."

Her father made a grudging nod, still looking wary. "Since that is my wish as well, his first request is easy enough to grant."

Ciara did not allow herself to feel confident just yet. The other requests would be more difficult for him to accept. "Second, he wishes to restore to us the lands that Daemon took by force, and return our borders to the way they were seven years ago, before the war began. Mathias is willing to relinquish Thuringia's claim to all the conquered holdings"-she paused-"except for a band of neutral territory in the mountains between our two kingdoms. He wishes to set that aside for the present, for he has need of those lands."

Her father contemplated that for a moment but said neither aye nor nay. "And what else?"

She took a deep breath. "Third, he asks that we move our capital to the keep at Ferrano. The castle that is in ruins there can be rebuilt and expanded-"

"Move our capital?" her father demanded, his brow furrowing until his silver hair almost touched his eyebrows. "Our palace has been here for more than two hundred years. It is the safest location in Chlons."

"But as Daemon's mercenaries and their new siege weapons proved, Father, it is not so safe as it once was. And it is isolated. Prince Mathias wishes for the royal family of Chlons and the royal family of Thuringia to become closer, in every way. The keep at Ferrano is only three days' ride from the Thuringian palace on Mount Ravensbruk. And as Prince Mathias says, it is much harder to make war on a beloved friend than on a stranger."

Her father seemed to understand, but still did not look pleased. "And what is his final request?"

Ciara took another deep breath. "He was quite adamant about the last one." Clasping her hands in front of her to keep them from shaking, she glanced down at her intertwined fingers. "Prince Mathias wishes to marry soon because he realizes that a king needs heirs. So the matter of the betrothal agreement that was made between Chlons and Thuringia must be resolved. He wishes to make a specific appeal that you grant my hand in marriage"-she lifted her gaze, not sure what her father's reaction would be-"to his friend Sir Royce."

Her father had no reaction at all for a second. He blinked down at her as if she had just declared she planned to marry Anteros.

And then he turned the same stunned look on Royce. "Prince Mathias wishes you to marry ... Sir Royce?"

"Aye." She hastened to mention all the reasons Mathias had spelled out for her. "The prince realizes that I am the sole heir to Chlons's throne, that one day I will be queen of this realm. There are many unscrupulous princes and kings in Europe who might seek my hand for less than noble reasons. He wishes to see me wed to a man he can trust. A man strong enough to rebuild and to rule, brave enough to fight if he must"-she snuck a secret smile at Royce, who had not been present when she and Mathias made up their list of his good qualities-"and gentle and honorable enough to care for his people. And to keep the peace."

Her father said naught, still regarding Royce with an assessing gaze. The two men faced each other for a long, tense moment.

Ciara tried to think of something more to say. Some way to nudge them both past the stubbornness and hurt of the past, to persuade them to reconcile. "Father, if you can forgive the Thuringians for the war, if you can forgive me for what happened to Christophe-"

That brought the king's attention swiftly back to her. "Forgive you for what happened to Christophe?" he asked in confusion.

"I ... I know you blamed me for his death. When you and I were hostages after the palace was taken, when you said-"

"Nay, Daughter. Saints above, nay." He shook his head. "Can it be that you have believed all this time that I ..." A look of pain crossed his features. "I spoke to you in anger, Ciara. God in Heaven, I am sorry. The fault was Daemon's, not yours. You were innocent." He reached out to brush a tear from her cheek. "Can you forgive me for my harsh words?"

"Aye, Father." She looked up at him with a tremulous smile, her heart lightened. "I forgive you, gladly."

"This is, I think, a day for forgiveness," Royce said quietly. "Your Majesty, I spent four years in exile being angry at you. Hating you because I thought you had purposely disgraced me and my family name in order to make an example of me-"

"Nay, Ferrano, my intent was never to shame you, only to make you understand the seriousness of what you had done. I told no one that you had been banished." He paused, his voice becoming heavy. "Only Christophe knew. After you disappeared so suddenly, he pestered me for the truth about what had become of you until I told him. He always insisted I was wrong for punishing you so harshly ... and mayhap he was right."

"Mayhap, Your Majesty." Royce shrugged one shoulder, as if it no longer mattered to him. "But I have come to understand that sometimes a king must do a thing he finds distasteful, for the greater good of his people."

"True." Her father shook his head with a rueful expression. "But I was trying to punish you for losing control of your anger-and yet I acted purely out of anger when I banished you."

"We were both angry that day."

"Aye." Her father glanced toward the window behind Royce, where the sun was setting. "But Christophe always knew it would not last. He intended to bring you home after the war."

"And you knew that?" Ciara asked.

"Your brother was as stubborn as his sire." Her father glanced at her before returning his attention to Royce. "And I never meant for the exile to last forever. That is one reason I never wished to shame you publicly, that and ..." He stopped himself.

Royce regarded him with a puzzled expression.

Finally her father continued. "You said it yourself, when we met at the abbey." His majestic voice wavered with emotion as it had when he embraced her. "You have been like a son to me, Royce."

Royce swallowed hard, his look of confusion dissolving into one of gratitude and pride. He bowed his head. "I am honored, sire."

"The honor is mine." Her father reached out to clasp his shoulder with one hand. "Sometimes it is possible for even a king to forgive."

Ciara felt tears gather on her lashes again-of joy and hope. "Then will you give us your blessing to marry, Father?"

Her father turned to her, his gaze searching. "I once promised you in marriage to a man you did not want. I will not do so again, regardless of Prince Mathias's request. Do you wish to have Royce for your husband?"

Did she wish to have him? Ciara dropped her gaze to the toes of her boots, furiously fighting a blush, realizing there was a great deal that was better left unsaid in front of her father. "I came to know him well during our travels, Father. I believe I could make the best of it." Lifting her head, she could not hold back a broad smile. "Aye, I wish to have him for my husband."

Her father nodded his acceptance of her answer, turned to Royce. "And you?"

"Your Majesty, earlier today, outside in the bailey, I made a vow to Christophe, and I give you the same promise." He looked at Ciara, his brown eyes darkening. "I vowed that I would protect her and care for her and love her all the rest of my life."

Ciara felt her heart soar, let her love for him shine through in her eyes.

"There is yet a problem," her father pointed out slowly, reluctantly. "In that Sir Royce is not of royal blood ..."

"Nay, Prince Mathias has remedied that problem for us." She turned a beaming smile toward her father. "You recall that I mentioned the band of neutral territory he wishes to create between our countries? With your permission, he intends to make those border lands a separate state and give them a name: the Principality of Ferrano."

She looked at Royce again. "And in honor of Royce's service to both the crown of Thuringia and the crown of Chlons, Mathias wishes to bestow those lands on him. Along with a new title-prince of Ferrano." Turning back to her father, she shrugged. "I had already made him a baron, you see, and Mathias could think of no other honor suitable enough to reward him for all his help."

"If you approve, Your Majesty," Royce emphasized. "The decision is yours."

"And of course, were Royce and I to marry," Ciara added, "our holdings would be joined, and our heirs would rule over both as one."