’Twas snowing when they rode through Montvieux’s gates. Rowan thought that no place in Christendom could compare with the estate where he had been raised. He had never before appreciated its beauty, but in showing it to Bronwyn, he rediscovered its marvels again.
And he was very glad he had waited to take their vows in Montvieux’s chapel.
Their party was not small, Adhara and Niccolo having chosen to accompany them. Bronwyn’s parents thought to make a change, to begin anew, and Rowan suspected they would not be far from their daughter. It suited him well enough to have a family and a family’s love surround him, for, indeed, he grew used to their open affection.
He liked that he was included within their circle, just as he was.
Many of the servants from Ballyroyal came with them, includ
