- Shopping Bag ( 0 items )
Want a NOOK? Explore Now
Two brothers. One woman. Three hearts at war.
Katrin of Courtenay's husband is dead—and she doesn't mourn him. He was cruel and controlling, and she doesn't need a husband to hold her northern keep. But her vengeful uncle, the King of England, has other ideas: intent on marrying her off, he's ordered his Viking-bred warrior to return her to court.
On the journey, the Viking captures her interest, and for the first time Katrin understands passion. But her guard is honor-bound to deliver her to the king, and so it is settled—she must wed the mysterious Rafael le Senay, the Baron of Belmaine.
A forced marriage to a stranger slowly becomes something more, and Katrin realizes she is in love with Rafael. But with the shadow of her former lover hanging over her, and Rafael's powerful brother making dangerous plans, can Katrin negotiate the delicate balance between survival and happiness?
101,000 words
Northumbria
1005 A.D.
She'd murdered her husband when she prayed for his death. In secret, Lady Katrin of Courtenay had known God would call her to account for it.
Gripped by the vise of terror, her heart thudded against her ribcage. Her belly roiled and her hands were ice. No doubt she would die as she deserved: devoured by wolves, condemned by her own choices. Yet, divine judgment or no, she couldn't resign herself.
Who would tend to their welfare without her—these precious folk who looked to her for safety?
She should never have returned alone to this keep she'd abandoned for the best of reasons. She should never have ventured so far beyond the uncertain shelter of her temporary walls, burrowed deep in the protective wood, and the swords that warded them. An act of sheer madness, when her lands crouched quivering beneath the twin menace of encroaching Scots and savage raiders from Denmark.
And if venture to these tragic ruins she must, why hadn't she taken heed from the fire-blackened gates swinging inward into shadow, the silence that mocked her hesitant hail, the uneasy nicker of the goat in its pen? Instead, reckless, she'd dismounted—a man's impulse rather than a woman's—to seek the kindly steward who guarded the shell of her burned-out home. She'd barely lit a torch when her palfrey shied and bolted.
Now too late Katrin spied the wolf, lean and dangerous, slinking around the charred stable into the failing light of day. When his brethren slid from hiding, her heart sank to her boots. Six of them, for God's love!
Her entire body ignited with the charge of flight. Well, that was a woman's impulse, but come too late.
She thought desperately of her hunting bow, but it was strapped to her saddle, and the mare had fled. She had her belt-knife, but scarcely wished to allow the circling beasts close enough to use it. The wolves grinned at her as though they knew it, barely held at bay by the smoking torch.
Clenching her lip between her teeth, she thrust her flaming brand toward the nearest wolf. The monster bared yellow fangs, but inched back. Better.
Seizing her advantage, she edged sideways until her back bumped the stable. Now they couldn't creep up behind her, perhaps she could sidle to the door and let herself in. It wasn't as solid as she preferred, with her on one side of it and six wolves on the other. But she prayed it would be enough to hold them.
Aren't these God's creatures, driven by the spur of hunger? Who isn't hungry, in this accursed land?
But hunger made them cunning, just as it had for her. When she dared to creep toward shelter, the lead wolf crouched, its snarls deepening. She thought the wolves sensed what she was about, and were clever enough to thwart her.
A gust of wind caught her rope of hair and flung it forward. The cord loosened, and a skein of red-gold curls unraveled across her face, blinding her. Swiftly she stripped it back, and tasted the bitter knowledge of her fate.
She would die here, in the bailey of this gutted ruin where she'd come as a reluctant bride. The castle was destroyed, her few retainers left cowering in the forest lodge where she, too, should have remained. God knew what dire fate had befallen the faithful steward and his wife. Her life, with its grim daily struggles for food and the strength to hold her meager lands, would be over. She'd spent her brief years uselessly, like a candle burning in an empty room. Now that struggling flame would be blown out.
VivianaIzzo
Posted July 11, 2012
I admit it, it took me significantly longer to finish and get into the book than I would have initially thought. Especially as it’s a short book/story. Katrin views herself as strong and independent woman. Unfortunately, she’s living in a time where women have few if any rights. However, that in it itself isn’t justification for how she goes about ‘surviving’. Perhaps there is where my issue with this book lies. She believes that exploitation and deception is a woman’s tool for survival, which doesn’t make me like her very much. This book is divided into two parts. The first part we get to meet Katrin, find out about past and learn who the main characters are. We, the reader will feel bad for what Katrin has had to endure and may even understand her and her actions. Again, I had difficulties with how she went about certain things. Part two is where I was able to finally get into the story as we get to meet Rafael and see how their story develops. He, in fact is my favorite part of this book. This is where the “romance” in historical romance is truly showcased. I found myself warming up to Katrin and even liking her towards the end. She does grow as a character, which is always a good thing.
Overall, a pleasant quick read.
Please visit Reading Between the Wines Book Club for this and other book reviews.
By Royal Command is a wonderful, heart-touching love story. Laura Navarre has written a beautiful Historical romance. She wrote the language in this novel so authentically that I felt like I truly was back in England during the Dark Ages. I fell in love with this story of Katrin trying to gain her freedom and true love. Katrin is a young woman that I enjoyed, she was strong-willed, independent, and definitely no whiney girl. I loved seeing this kind of strength in a character, especially in a young woman who's only seventeen where men ruled. I also love the way Navarre described her romance scenes, she has an amazing way of showing her readers love, not lust. Laura Navarre has a beautiful talent for writing love-felt romance.
Katrin was fourteen when her uncle, king Ethelred of England, married her off in an unwilling union to Maldred of Courtenay. Katrin is seventeen now, and Maldred died a year ago. Katrin hasn't shed any tears over the death of her cruel husband and she finally has freedom until her uncle, king Ethelred sees he can still use her for his bidding. King Ethelred sends his Viking sword-theyn to bring Kartin back to England to wed her off again for his gain.
Katrin is to be wed to Rafael baron of Belmaine. But the king has a more devious plan. He’s after Borovic, the earl of Argent, who is Rafael eldest brother. The king’s plan works after Borovic sees the Beautiful Katrin. He goes insane with want for her. Borovic has sworn to Katrin that she will be his and in his bed. Katrin will have to use all her wits to protect herself and her marriage to Rafael, who she has fallen in love with.
By Royal Command had me rooting for Katrin to have the life and love she deserves. Katrin and Rafael’s romance is one I also was rooting for. I recommend By Royal Command as a Historical with a fairytale romance.
Anonymous
Posted August 11, 2012
No text was provided for this review.
Overview
Two brothers. One woman. Three hearts at war.
Katrin of Courtenay's husband is dead—and she doesn't mourn him. He was cruel and controlling, and she doesn't need a husband to hold her northern keep. But her vengeful uncle, the King of England, has other ideas: intent on marrying her off, he's ordered his Viking-bred warrior to return her to court.
On the journey, the Viking captures her interest, and for the first time Katrin understands ...