A Royal Love Match
A ROYAL LOVE MATCH
BARBARA CARTLAND
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First published on the internet in August 2011 by Barbaracartland.com
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A ROYAL LOVE MATCH
Then Clive walked down the stairs and Alissia went with him.
She held his hand all the way down the stairs.
When they reached the front door, he bent down, and picking Alissia up, kissed her on both cheeks.
“You are a very brave and lovely young girl,” he sighed. “I do so hope when you are a little older we will meet again.”
Alissia put her arms around his neck and hugged him.
“I am so glad that Nanny was so clever and saved you by putting Mama’s cap on your head.”
“And you gave me your hair, Alissia. As I think it has brought me luck, I am taking it away with me in my pocket as a very special keepsake of a very special young lady.”
Alissia giggled.
“I like to think of you doing that.”
“I will put it away in a safe place and if I am ever in trouble again, I will expect you to come and save me.”
“I would love to,” answered Alissia coyly.
He kissed her on the cheek again.
Then he swung himself onto his horse.
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Titles in this series
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The Cross Of Love
Love In The Highlands
Love Finds The Way
The Castle Of Love
Love Is Triumphant
Stars In The Sky
The Ship Of Love
A Dangerous Disguise
Love Became Theirs
Love Drives In
Sailing To Love
The Star Of Love
Music Is The Soul Of Love
Love In The East
Theirs To Eternity
A Paradise On Earth
Love Wins In Berlin
In Search Of Love
Love Rescues Rosanna
A Heart In Heaven
The House Of Happiness
Royalty Defeated By Love
The White Witch
They Sought Love
Love Is The Reason For Living
They Found Their Way To Heaven
Learning To Love
Journey To Happiness
A Kiss In The Desert
The Heart Of Love
The Richness Of Love
For Ever And Ever
An Unexpected Love
Saved By An Angel
Touching The Stars
Seeking Love
Journey To Love
The Importance Of Love
Love By The Lake
A Dream Come True
The King Without A Heart
The Waters Of Love
Danger To The Duke
A Perfect Way To Heaven
Follow Your Heart
In Hiding
Rivals For Love
A Kiss From The Heart
Lovers In London
This Way To Heaven
A Princess Prays
Mine For Ever
The Earl’s Revenge
Love At The Tower
Ruled By Love
Love Came From Heaven
Love And Apollo
The Keys Of Love
A Castle Of Dreams
A Battle Of Brains
A Change Of Hearts
It Is Love
The Triumph Of Love
Wanted – A Royal Wife
A Kiss Of Love
To Heaven With Love
Pray For Love
The Marquis Is Trapped
Hide And Seek For Love
Hiding from Love
A Teacher Of Love
Money Or Love
The Revelation Is Love
The Tree Of Love
The Magnificent Marquis
The Castle
The Gates of Paradise
A Lucky Star
A Heaven on Earth
The Healing Hand
A Virgin Bride
The Trail to Love
A Royal Love Match
THE LATE DAME BARBARA CARTLAND
Barbara Cartland, who sadly died in May 2000 at the grand age of ninety eight, remains one of the world’s most famous romantic novelists. With worldwide sales of over one billion, her outstanding 723 books have been translated into thirty six different languages, to be enjoyed by readers of romance globally.
Writing her first book ‘Jigsaw’ at the age of 21, Barbara became an immediate bestseller. Building upon this initial success, she wrote continuously throughout her life, producing bestsellers for an astonishing 76 years. In addition to Barbara Cartland’s legion of fans in the UK and across Europe, her books have always been immensely popular in the USA. In 1976 she achieved the unprecedented feat of having books at numbers 1 & 2 in the prestigious B. Dalton Bookseller bestsellers list.
Although she is often refe
rred to as the ‘Queen of Romance’, Barbara Cartland also wrote several historical biographies, six autobiographies and numerous theatrical plays as well as books on life, love, health and cookery. Becoming one of Britain's most popular media personalities and dressed in her trademark pink, Barbara spoke on radio and television about social and political issues, as well as making many public appearances.
In 1991 she became a Dame of the Order of the British Empire for her contribution to literature and her work for humanitarian and charitable causes.
Known for her glamour, style, and vitality Barbara Cartland became a legend in her own lifetime. Best remembered for her wonderful romantic novels and loved by millions of readers worldwide, her books remain treasured for their heroic heroes, plucky heroines and traditional values. But above all, it was Barbara Cartland’s overriding belief in the positive power of love to help, heal and improve the quality of life for everyone that made her truly unique.
“All the most beautiful paintings and sculpture, all the most inspiring poetry and all the most uplifting music comes from only one source and that is Love.”
Barbara Cartland
CHAPTER ONE
1651
The nursery was filled with sunshine.
Nanny was sitting at the table ironing the ribbons that decorated the nightcap her Mistress wore at night.
Seated in the bay window, Alissia, aged nine, was making a drawing of flowers from the garden that were prettily arranged in a vase in front of her.
She intended to paint a particularly special picture as a birthday card for her mother who she adored.
Elizabeth Dalton, however, was not very strong and she had to spend a great deal of time in bed.
She was sleeping at this moment, which was one reason why Alissia was upstairs with Nanny.
They had already been out for a walk in the garden, enjoying all the beautiful flowers and planning a surprise for her mother’s birthday.
Their house was on the other side of the river Avon from Pershore, a village in the County of Worcestershire, famous for its large Abbey.
Elizabeth Fenwick had lived there all her life and when her father died the estate became her inheritance.
It was only a few months before his death that she met Bruce Dalton who was roving around England.
She was to learn later that he was a Scot.
He was, although no one was aware of it, reporting back to Scotland concerning the strength and location of Oliver Cromwell’s Regiments in the South of England.
However, when he first saw Elizabeth he lost his heart – as well as his ambition to undermine Cromwellian rule.
In the House of Lords in 1649 the Monarchy had been abolished and Cromwell’s Army had forcibly ejected a large number of Members of the Long Parliament from the House of Commons.
And early that year the King of England, Charles I had been tried by Parliament and executed in London.
It was two years later that Oliver Cromwell was named Lord Protector.
With Scotland subdued and largely in the hands of the all-powerful Ministers of the Presbyterian Kirk, he set about trying to give his Government a civilian rather than a military aspect.
Bruce Dalton found himself increasingly popular with the people of Worcestershire and he learnt that many of them wanted to bring back the Stuarts who they looked on as their rightful Rulers.
As soon as Elizabeth became engaged to him, her father died, leaving her the house and the estate on which she had been brought up since she was a baby.
Bruce was frightened now he was happily married that his identity would be discovered by the Cromwellian troops as they were always nosing about looking out for trouble.
He had called himself Bruce Dalton and it was in that name that he was married to Elizabeth.
He was, however, although it would have been a great mistake for anyone to find out, the second son of the Earl of Dalwaynnie.
The Earl was known to be an admirer and supporter of the Stuart Kings and it was essential, if Bruce was to remain in England, that no one should find out that he was his father’s son.
He was completely and blissfully happy with his beautiful Elizabeth.
The only sorrow was that they only had one child, Alissia, who was now nine years of age.
Their family life was very quiet and there had been no obvious difficulties to overcome.
Bruce had been so happy he had almost forgotten his beloved Scotland.
Soon the supporters of the Stuart King in Scotland decided to seek the restoration of Prince Charles, the only son of Charles I, now aged just eighteen, to the throne in London.
They had recognised Charles Stuart as their King in Scotland immediately after the execution of his father.
Bruce had been sent moving descriptions of him from his relations,
“He is a tall man – dark, slim and graceful,” they wrote. “He is charming to meet and we are all thrilled by his courage.”
They finished by saying,
“We are determined that he should be recognised as our lawful King, and you must help us, dear Bruce, in every way you can.”
They wrote more fully to him month by month.
Prince Charles had agreed to sign the Covenant, swearing to establish the Presbyterian Kirk in England.
He had arrived in Scotland in April 1650, managing to avoid the ships of the Commonwealth and landed at the mouth of the River Spey.
The news of Prince Charles’s arrival had made the Council of State in London determined to invade Scotland before a Scottish Army could march into England.
Nine months later Bruce received a letter to say that the Prince had been crowned Charles II at Scone near Perth on 1st January 1651.
It was where all the Kings of Scotland had been enthroned for centuries.
Finally Bruce was informed that in July the Prince was marching South with an Army of thirteen thousand men, English and Scottish, to lay claim to his inheritance.
While Bruce was still wondering what he should do about it, the Prince had advanced as far as Worcester.
Bruce had managed in the last few years to become friendly with the local supporters of Cromwell.
But now he was in a dilemma.
Every drop of his Scottish blood told him that he should join up with Prince Charles and fight for him as he would have done had he been in Scotland.
But Elizabeth was ill and could not leave her bed.
His beloved Alissia was only nine.
How could he leave them alone and unprotected to join Prince Charles at Worcester?
Yet he knew it was what he should do.
While Bruce was worrying over this problem, torn by his love for Scotland, his own country, and yet tied by his position in England, the battle started.
Prince Charles understood, Bruce knew, that he was seriously outnumbered by the serried ranks of the Army of the Commonwealth.
‘What on earth am I to do? What the devil am I to do?’ Bruce asked himself a thousand times.
Yet he knew, however much he loved Scotland, his duty lay with those who were dependent on him, his wife Elizabeth and his daughter Alissia.
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Upstairs in the nursery the maid, Mary, brought in the afternoon tea on a tray.
“Is there any news, Mary?” asked Nanny eagerly.
Mary put the tray down on a side table and started to lay a cloth over the table where Nanny was working.
“They’re all sayin’ as things be very bad,” replied Mary. “And the men be praying that Prince Charles will escape ’cos if ’e’s taken prisoner there’s no doubt they’ll kill ’im like they killed ’is poor old father.”
She spoke with a bitterness that made Nanny look quickly towards Alissia.
Then she said to Mary in a whisper,
“Be careful what you say. Children have long ears and, if they’re questioned, it’s best they don’t understand the danger of what they says.”
Mary nodded to show that she understoo
d.
Then putting the tray down in front of Nanny, she went out of the room.
“Come and have your tea, Alissia,” called Nanny.
“I’ve very nearly finished drawing these flowers,” answered Alissia, “and when I paint them I do hope Mama will be very pleased.”
“I know she will, and you paint very well indeed, dearie, she’ll be right proud of the card you’re makin’ for her birthday.”
“I wonder what Papa will give her,” Alissia mused, getting up from her seat by the window and walking across the nursery. “Last year he gave her a gorgeous brooch and she was very very pleased with it.”
“Of course she was, and I would expect she’ll have somethin’ even prettier this year.”
Nanny started to pour out the tea for herself.
Alissia had a cup of milk and helped herself to the honey sandwiches that cook had made for her.
“If Mama was well,” said Alissia, “we could have a lovely party. But Papa told me last night he thought she was too weak for one this year.”
“She must take great care of herself. I’m sure in a day or two she’ll be sittin’ out in the garden and then you can paint some of the flowers there when you’re with her.”
“She must not see my birthday card until Monday,” insisted Alissia.
“No, of course not,” agreed Nanny.
As she spoke the door opened and Mary said in a voice which sounded strange,
“The Master says you’re to ’ide this ’ere gentleman, Nanny, and ’e says that Cromwell’s men are not far behind ’im.”
Nanny jumped to her feet.
Coming in through the door was a man wearing the uniform of a Scottish soldier.
He was in a dishevelled state and there was blood running down over the fingers of his left hand.
He was a young man and not much older, Nanny guessed, than eighteen or nineteen.
He was very tall and good-looking and seemed to tower above Nanny as she exclaimed,
“You’re wounded, sir!”
“It is really only a slight scratch,” the young man answered. “But my horse was shot from under me. I am Clive More. I have managed to escape, but I don’t think they are far behind me.”
“Then come in here, sir,” Nanny urged, opening the door of her bedroom. “Undress quickly and get into that there bed.”