by Karin Tabke
Rhodri turned to her, and dropped to one knee. He took her hands into his. “Will you have me, Lady Mercia?”
Joy filled her so completely that Mercia thought she would burst. She threw herself into his arms. “Aye. I will have you, from this day and every day that follows!”
He grabbed her up to him and kissed her. Long, hard and intimate, giving no care to those who stood and gaped around them.
When they separated Rhodri shouted, “Call a priest! I will see this night a wedded man!”
And so it was to be. Lady Mercia of Wendover found her prince. And he, prince Rhodri of Dinefwr, sworn to never love, discovered on the frigid beaches of Wessex, the one woman who would become his princess and change his world forever.
They returned to Dinefwr, where they began a dynasty that endured for centuries.
