Her second wedding was more consistent with Elizabeth’s dreams. On this glorious December day, she put her hand in that of a handsome knight and a man of honor. Her heart was filled with joy. Amaury wed her for herself, not for Beaupoint. He wed her against his own conviction that matches should be practical: he wed her because he loved her.
Elizabeth could find no fault with that.
They walked to exchange their vows in the chapel at Beaupoint, and though her parents would not stand beside her, they had been laid to rest in that very chapel. Elizabeth felt that they witnessed the marriage and knew that her father would have approved of Amaury as a choice.
It was perfect that she had chosen her mother’s most glorious gown for this day. The ribbon with Beaupoint’s colors was both braided i
