Kathleen Creighton - The Rebel King

And then…the man turned. The shaft of ice stabbed through her again, then melted instantly in the heat of fury "Bloody hell. What's he doing here?" she hissed, turning her face to Nikolas's shoulder. "Who invited him?"

"I did," he said, smiling crookedly and lifting an eyebrow as he looked down at her. "I know you're angry, dearest, but I also know you will forgive me, in time." His eyes softened, and the smile faded. He lifted her hand to his lips. "My wedding gift to you, my love. You gave me back my father. Now, I return the favor."

He turned, keeping a firm hand on her elbow, to greet King Weston and his companion.

The tall, tanned, silver-haired man shifted his flute of champagne hastily to his other hand in order to shake the one Nikolas offered him, but his vivid green eyes came right back to Rhia. He looked slightly dazed, and, to her utter amazement, uncertain as he shook his head and said wryly. "Well, Rhee, looks like you've grown up a bit since I saw you last."

She drew an uneven breath. She could feel her husband's hand, strong and steady on her elbow, feel his warmth and love all around her…enfolding her. She could hear his words, telling her what she'd needed for so long to hear. She took another breath, and felt the tension inside her ease.

"Hello, Dad," she said, and walked into her father's arms.

University Medical Center, Silverton

Zara, Duchess of Perthegon, and her husband, Lord Walker Shaw, stepped past the security guards at the door and advanced into the room on tiptoe, eyes shining, faces wreathed in smiles. Dr. Shaw shook Nikolas's hand while Zara, being a creature of tradition, dropped him a quick curtsey before she bent to kiss Rhia's cheek.

"Dear, you look absolutely beautiful. And so does this little angel." Her voice had dropped to a whisper in deference to the newborn princess sleeping soundly in her father's arms.

"She is beautiful, isn't she?" Rhia hadn't been able to take her eyes off of her daughter from the first moment she'd laid eyes on her. "I think she looks like her daddy, don't you?"

"Oh, no," said the King of Silvershire, gazing down at his daughter with a besotted grin. "She's absolutely the image of her mother-thank God."

"I don't think I've ever seen so many flowers." Zara said, gazing around at the room, which had begun to look more like a hothouse than a hospital room. "Who are they all from?"

"Oh, everyone-those over there are from Prince Charles and the Duchess…that obscenely huge one is from my father, naturally." Rhia rolled her eyes. "He seems to think money spent equals love."

"For some people, it does." Dr. Shaw remarked.

"Well…anyway. Those little pink rosebuds are from Chase and Sydney-they were here earlier. Sydney's baby is beautiful, too, isn't she?"

Zara nodded. "We saw them as were coming in. Yes, she's just adorable. Whatever else you can say about Reginald, he was a very handsome man."

Her husband gave a warning cough. Rhia rushed on. "Oh-and these right here are from Russell and Amelia-oops, I mean. Their Royal Majesties, the King and Queen of Gastonia." She grimaced apologetically; she was still getting used to the protocol of titles. "They're coming for the christening, by the way."

"Did you check the bouquet for rubber snakes?" Zara asked tartly, and her husband chuckled.

"She's still ticked because Lord Carrington got her with a water balloon the last time he was here. Personally, I think it's great that even a king can have an inner child."

"Well." Zara said, touching a finger to the sleeping baby's downy head, "we'll leave you three alone-we just stopped by to say hello and greet the new arrival. We're on our way to the opening of the Alzheimer's and Dementia Center at Perth Castle. King Weston is supposed to cut the ribbon. I hope-"

Nikolas nodded. "He's been here already. Stopped by on his way to the ceremony as well."

"Oh, good. Okay, then, I guess we'll see you at the christening." Zara dipped another curtsey as she turned to go, then paused in the doorway. "Speaking of which, have you two decided on a name yet?"

Rhia and Nikolas looked at each other. Nikolas nodded.

"Yes, we have," Rhia said, drawing a breath that quivered with happiness. "It's…Sarah."

Zara looked startled for a moment, then brightened. "Oh- Sarah. That's lovely. Is it for anyone in particular?"

Rhia looked into her husband's eyes and smiled. "For serendipity," she whispered.

In addition to abolishing by royal decree the restrictions of gender on the laws of primogeniture governing inheritance of property and titles, in the first year of his reign, King Nikolas the First established Sihershire's first democratically elected parliament. He also appointed a special committee to draft a new constitution for the country, to include articles providing for the future of the monarchy. Popular opinion being in favor of retaining Silvershire's monarchy as a cherished part of its history and traditions, provisions are being considered whereby future rulers may be chosen or deposed according to the will of the people.

has roots deep in the California soil but has relocated to South Carolina. As a child, she enjoyed listening to old-timers' tales, and her fascination with the past only deepened as she grew older. Today she says she is interested in everything-ait, music, gardening, zoology, anthropology and history, but people are at the top of her list. She also has a lifelong passion for writing, and now combines her two loves in romance novels.