by Lynn Kurland
She sought out a comfortable chair in the solar and sat down with a contented sigh. She leaned back and let her thoughts briefly wander. They did, directly to the vision she’d once had of Colin’s bride. It was proof enough that one could never judge too quickly by the outer aspect, for despite his gruff exterior, Colin of Berkhamshire had a gentle and quite tender heart. And Aliénore, though gently visaged, had the heart of a true warrior, brave and fearless. Perfectly matched, they were, and perfectly happy. And now a new little life to guide and protect.
What a fortunate little lass she was.
And how fortunate her parents were to have her and each other.
A new family, bound by love, with years of happiness to look forward to.
Berengaria smiled, content.
