First Princess of Wales [NOOK Book]

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The daughter of a disgraced earl, she matched wits with a prince.

It is the fourteenth century, the height of the Medieval Age, and at the court of King Edward III of England, chivalry is loudly praised while treachery runs rampant. When the lovely and high-spirited Joan of Kent is sent to this politically charged court, she is woefully unprepared for the underhanded ...
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Overview

The daughter of a disgraced earl, she matched wits with a prince.

It is the fourteenth century, the height of the Medieval Age, and at the court of King Edward III of England, chivalry is loudly praised while treachery runs rampant. When the lovely and high-spirited Joan of Kent is sent to this politically charged court, she is woefully unprepared for the underhanded maneuverings of her peers.

Determined to increase the breadth of his rule, the king will use any means necessary to gain control of France—including manipulating his own son, Edward, Prince of Wales. Joan plots to become involved with the prince to scandalize the royal family, for she has learned they engineered her father’s downfall and death. But what begins as a calculated strategy soon—to Joan’s surprise—grows into love. When Joan learns that Edward returns her feelings, she is soon fighting her own, for how can she love the man that ruined her family? And, if she does, what will be the cost?

Filled with scandal, court intrigue, and prominent figures of the Medieval Age, The First Princess of Wales has at its center a wonderful love story, which is all the more remarkable because it is true. Karen Harper’s compelling, fast-paced novel tells the riveting tale of an innocent girl who marries a prince and gives birth to a king.

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Publishers Weekly
Harper's (sort of) latest (after The Last Boleyn, but originally published in 1984 as Sweet Passion's Pain) breathes a lust for life into history's distant icons. Fiery-tempered Joan of Kent arrives in the court of King Edward III, but is ill-prepared for the complicated court politicking and attentions of debonair Prince Edward. From their first meeting, the two engage in a standoffish flirtation that continues even as Joan learns that Edward's family had a part in her father's long-ago execution for treason. She sets her sights on Edward as a target for revenge, but her thirst for payback turns into a passion denied fulfillment by circumstances that keep them apart. As the years pass, Joan marries another man and starts a family, her brother John is killed, and Edward leads the English army to victory in France. Harper keeps the tension taut as she weaves together the many subplots into a first-rate epic. Love prevails in a grand fashion at the end. (Dec.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307351968
  • Publisher: Crown Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 12/26/2006
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 624
  • Sales rank: 146,657
  • File size: 725 KB

Meet the Author

Karen Harper
KAREN HARPER is the author of the bestselling Elizabeth I mystery series and the novel The Last Boleyn. She lives in Columbus, Ohio, and Naples, Florida.

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CHAPTER ONE

On that rare and jeweled day, the great adventure of her life began. The lush blossoms and tender crops of fertile Kent gilded the May morning breeze with their mingled aromas, and nightingale songs floated from the nearby forest depths unutterably sweet. Her beloved home, the large, stone-walled house known in the English shire of Kent as Liddell Manor, reflected its gray stones and windows, beams, and brick chimneys in the encircling moat, but beyond the gardens and orchards, the great Kent Road to London beckoned eternally outward. At first in early dawn it seemed no one stirred, but soon enough the slender, blond girl knew, they would all be upon her: then she would go away to whatever lay out there and this gentle haven of peace and freedom would be hers no more.

It was not that she was afraid, she told herself determinedly as she stood barefooted at the window in a favorite short linen chemise she had long ago outgrown but still stubbornly slept in no matter how her maid railed at her about it. Joan of Kent, as the shire folk called her, had never been afraid of anything--not yet, at least. Besides, since she was granddaughter to the past King Edward I of all England, she had always known deep inside she should never be meek or afraid of anything, even if she were a woman. There had not been one thing yet, in all of her life here at Liddell, she had wanted to possess or to do that she had not had or done. That is, not until a fortnight ago when her eldest brother Edmund, lord of Liddell Manor ever since their father had died so long ago, had come riding home from king's service and told her she was leaving Liddell to be reared at court with the king's family.

Though the sun did not touch her recessed window yet, she pushed the casement open farther and leaned out on her elbows. Her flat stomach scraped a bit on the thick stone ledge and her bare feet swung free of the thin braided carpet on the floor of her little chamber, but this position gave her the full view of the fish pond and walled herb gardens below as she wanted.

Aye, the servants had just finished gathering breakfast from the well-stocked fish pond, and speckled bream or spike-nosed pike would soon enough fill the bellies of the travelers before they all set out for London.

"Poor silly fish," Joan murmured aloud as she wriggled back inside and her feet touched the floor. "Saints, you do not have one bit more say in where you are headed than I do! It is out of a quiet pool and into a seething pot for all of us, I warrant."

The scolding voice behind her was crisp and shrill, but so familiar in its rich Scottish burr that Joan did not even flinch. "Lady Joan! My own dear lassie, skittering about barelegged and mutterin' rebellions. Aye, I caught yer tone and know yer wayward heart about this honor that's befallen ye!"

Joan just rolled her eyes at the wiry, lively old woman, Marta, who had been so many things to her for as long as she could remember--nursemaid, companion, taleteller, playfriend, almost a mother even, since her own lady mother so seldom came out of her room. Joan gave her luxuriant, nearly hip-length hair a wild toss off her shoulder with one hand and shot Marta a sweet and tolerant smile as she sat down hard on the edge of her plump feather bed.

"Now, do not scold, Marta, please. It is our last day here together--my last day--and I could not sleep."

"Stuff and nonsense, lambie. Ye ha' slept like a soldier fresh out a battle sin' ye were a wee lass. The lord be right, ye know. A young woman grown and ye such a beauty to still be here in this moated hermitage hidden out in the great Weald a green England--well. Lord willin', there be blessings and love out there at th' great royal court just yers fer th' askin'. My lambie, she'll have the whole royal court in whirls afore she be done there, this Marta knows for a truth!"

The warm smile faded from Joan's pouting lips as her eyes locked with Marta's. The old woman's taut-skinned face must have once been beautiful and she must have known firsthand about things like love and the ways of the high folk of the realm during the years she had been with Mother, of course, Joan reasoned. Marta had served Mother in Scotland at the time of her first marriage to the clan lord John Comyn and had stayed faithfully with her when he died, even during her lofty second marriage to Edmund, Earl of Kent, brother of King Edward II, the uncle of the present Plantagenet sovereign Edward III to whose court she was now banished.

A pox on it all, Joan cursed silently, and her high, clear forehead furrowed over her lavender eyes. People usually said banished from court, but she considered it exile to be sent to that far-off place! What if Queen Philippa were not pleased with her? What if they thought it improper that she loved to play her lute and sing? What if they expected her to sit and embroider all day when she wanted to be out free in the woods or gardens somewhere!

Marta's slender fingers touched her shoulder and Joan saw all the scolding was gone from the sharp eyes. "Lassie, Marta be missin' ye like her own wee bairn, but the time ha' come for ye. Yer blood be rich with that a kings, th' same blood and as good as that a the king's own children, and yer life is ready for a good turn a Lady Fortune's wheel. An' some fine, young lad will be lost forever when he sees th' bonny sort a maid an old Scot woman can rear in the green woods a Kent."

Joan's bare arms darted around Marta's thin body to give her a quick hug and then she pulled back. She had no intention of crying, not today, maybe not ever. Marta stroked the wayward blond locks where they tumbled in natural curls across the girl's shoulders and then the tender moment was gone.

"I have no intention of wedding for years and years yet, Marta. And fine lads bore me, though I would not mind some marvelous knight to be in love with me if I did not have to love him back--and if he would not be such a stern lord and master to me as Edmund is to his lady wife, Anne, now he is home."

Marta flipped a corner of coverlet over Joan's bare knees before she perched on the edge of the bed and began to comb out the night's snarls from her tresses. "I truly doan' think ye'll be seein' too many knights who'd wed wi' a lady to give her free rein like some willful palfrey, lassie. Mayhap afore ye wed, ye'll get your way, but Scottish clan lords or king's knights, they be all a the same cut a cloth, I warrant. Doan' ye go believin' all those fancy lover's songs that Roger Wakeley taught ye--no, nor those clouds-in-the-sky romances you like to read of King Charlemagne an' such."

"But, some of it must be true as true, Marta, or there would not be so many to sing or read! Edmund says courtly love and chivalry are in high style at court."

Marta yanked at a tangle and Joan grimaced. "Style an' love. By the rood, it be just a game they play and doan' ye forget it. A wise marriage, a landed lord to gi' ye sons, that be what ye need. Ye keep your mind straight on that, my lass, and I doan' want to hear sometime that my Lady Joan I reared from a wee bairn been swept off her two solid feet by some Lancelot ye're always prattlin' about!"

"Saints, Marta. It is not prattling. I just think all that heartache over love in those Camelot romances is immensely amusing, and besides, I love to set it to my lute and sing it. Do not fear I shall ever be all fond and silly like Guinevere to moan and pine for a knight I cannot have. I shall be well enough content to marry--in several years after I have had my fun--and if my lord agrees to my freedom."

Joan whirled her back to Marta so the woman could begin the task of plaiting her hair into two long braids to be coiled over each ear. Edmund said it was more in style to gather the hair in two huge netted cauls without braids, but her hair was so bountiful it would all bounce loose after one jog in the saddle and what would watchdog Edmund say then?

Marta bit back her tart reply at Joan's last flippant words. Aye, Edmund, Earl of Kent was right, much as it hurt Marta to admit it. The lass had been badly spoiled, allowed mayhap to run the grounds too freely since he was off to king's service and Joan's other older brother was being reared in the powerful Lord Salisbury's household far to the north. Only in the last year had Edmund married the Lady Anne and settled her at Liddell Manor, but Joan paid scant heed to Anne's meek pronouncement of proper demeanor for a lady.

And, then there was the dark shadow of Joan's mother, the long-widowed Lady Margaret. The tragic loss of two husbands had taken a grim toll on the once lovely, laughing, and strong-willed woman Marta remembered so vividly from her wedding day to the great Scottish Lord John Comyn whose family had always been full loyal to England in the terrible war between the last English king and the Scottish king, Robert the Bruce. The uniting of Margaret, English daughter of Lord Wake, to the Comyn clan was one political marriage that had been happy, and Marta fervently prayed at night on her bony knees that her Joan might have the same good fortune. Even when Lord Comyn died, the newly somber Margaret had found happiness a second time and it was only at her second husband's disgraceful and tragic death that the Lady Margaret had broken.

Marta surveyed her handiwork, the two huge coils of wheat-colored hair she had arranged at the sides of Joan's head. The old woman smiled fondly and her eyes misted. Surely, despite the polish and sophistication the lass lacked, here was a Plantagenet beauty indeed, one to rival King Edward's own fair daughters. It would be years before Joan's rose-and-cream skin would need any touch of court cosmetics like pomades or lead paste, or the eye colors Marta had heard Edmund speak of to his wife Anne. Joan was fair of skin, with glowing cheeks and the full pouting lips men found desirable no matter what feminine look was supposed to be in style. Joan's head was a lovely oval shape, her cheekbones high, her brows beautifully arched with no need for plucking; her nose was straight and elegant with a slightly pert turn at the end, her lashes darkly fringed for such a fair blonde; and her eyes, the most haunting color of spring violets or of highland heather, seemed to darken when she was angered, which was a bit too often this last month since her lord brother had made clear his plans for her.

And the lass's body showed every promise of lush temptation that would attract many a man, Marta thought, as Joan helped her carefully settle a clean linen chemise, wool kirtle, and squirrel-lined surcote over her newly coiffed head. The kirtle, dark blue for riding, was made of perse, a fine light wool suited to this early May day named for the Feasts of St. Philip and St. James in the year of 1344. The kirtle was long-sleeved to ward off road dust; it buttoned from elbow to wrist with tiny, metal studs forged in the shape of rosebuds. As was the current Plantagenet style, the gown draped itself closely to Joan's slender form, accentuating the swell of her high, firm breasts. The oval collar was scalloped and embroidered with tendrils of entwined ivy leaves much like those which covered the outer walls of Liddell Manor and graced the family coat of arms, behind a white, antlered hart.

Low on Joan's waist, Marta helped her settle a narrow leather belt tooled in intricate designs and studded with metal ivy leaves. From the belt hung a lady's dagger. The lass was tall for a maid, long-waisted and leggy, and she wore the four new kirtles and surcotes Edmund had ordered for her well, Marta thought proudly. The sorts of garments Joan had been pleased to romp around the grounds in these last fourteen years, like this sort of chemise she insisted on sleeping in--well, all of that was over now, too.

"Marta, what are you doing with my sleeping chemise? Give it to me."

"Foolish lass. Sit ye carefully on the bench an' we'll get on yer new riding boots."

"I will put the boots on. I will not have you kneeling on this floor, but give me my chemise, Marta!"

Joan made a grab for it, and the material ripped at the hem as she pulled it from the woman's grasp. "I am taking it, Marta! Oh, now look at it, and I hate to mend. Saints, just go finish the packing, and I shall put this in last. Dear brother Edmund hates for me to be late at midmorning meal and just to think I used to skip it entirely when I had half a notion to!"

Marta bent over the remaining open wood and leather coffer which would go by packhorse with the traveling party carrying Joan's worldly goods to court. "'Tis said at great Edward's court the fashion for bed be naught but bare skin, my lassie, an' I believe Lord Edmund told ye that clearly enough the other eve."

"I care not. This is what I sleep in. It is comfortable and warmer. There will probably be dreadful drafts in Windsor Castle or Westminster or Sheen or wherever they all live. I know I shan't have my own room and bed anymore--Edmund says three or four queen's ladies to one room--but I do not care a whit. I shall set my own styles, you will see, Marta."

Marta kept her eyes on her packing and her mouth shut as she heard Joan flop down on the bench at the end of her bed and struggle with her stiff new boots of imported Spanish leather. Aye, Edmund has spent a pretty penny on the new wardrobe for the lass; yet all his preaching, his veiled threats even, had not put a halt to the maid's willfulness.

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Reading Group Guide

1. The First Princess of Wales is filled with colorful and intriguing characters, both at the heart of the story and at its edges. Which were some of the ones that stood out for you? Why?

2. “Joan just rolled her eyes at the wry, lively old woman, Marta, who had been so many things to her for as long as she could remember–nursemaid, companion, taleteller, playfriend, almost a mother, even” (page 5). Discuss Joan’s relationship with Marta. How would you best characterize it? Did it change as they each got older? If so, how?

3. Joan and Edward’s first meeting at King Edward’s court is anything but ordinary (pages 35—40). What did you make of their encounter? What did their meeting say about each of their personalities? Did it foreshadow any part of their long relationship?

4. Marta thinks, “If Joan of Kent, young though she be, were head of this family rather than her two elder brothers, the restful white hart on the family crest might well be a white, raging whirlwind” (page 10). Do you think Joan was wild? Compare Joan to Princess Isabella; which of the two seemed more reckless? Is “wildness” a good or bad quality to possess in The First Princess of Wales?

5. After the brutal murder of her husband, Joan’s mother, Lady Margaret, retreats from her family, shunning Joan in particular. Why does she do this? What are some of the effects this behavior has on Joan? Discuss their relationship. Joan’s young daughter, Bella, shares similarities with Joan in terms of her role in the family. What are some of these similarities?

6. “It is all vast, Lady Joan, vast and busy out there. Step out a moment if you wish. All will be as it will be, one way or the other, whatever you do” (page 34). What do Morcar’s words to Joan mean, both in that moment and through the book? Did Joan believe in fate in the same way Edward did? Why or why not? What did you think of Morcar and his prophetic astrological charts?

7. Family, and familial duty, is at the center of The First Princess of Wales. Talk about the important, and sometimes detrimental, role family has on the main characters.

8. In thinking of Joan after their first meeting, Edward reflects, “She, for a certainty, would not be meek or willing. She, like his most prized destrier or precious female peregrine falcon, would take some handling and some taming” (page 53). Can you think of some examples where Edward attempts to “train” Joan? Was he successful?

9. After her first meeting with Edward, Joan chastises herself for thinking about him: “Pure, rank foolishness to fathom love in so short a span, so impossible a circumstance” (page 110). Why doesn’t she let herself fall for him? What’s behind Joan’s continuous efforts to deny herself what she truly wants?

10. Joan and Edward’s physical encounters are usually described with terms such as “assault,” “defense,” “conquer,” “surrender.” Why did the author choose these words of battle to describe what were romantic interludes?

11. As Joan and Isabella prepare to ride in the tournament dressed as men, Joan thinks, “It would be . . . a statement to anyone who tried to rule and control her and Isabella’s lives” (page 218). Did Joan succeed in making such a statement? What are examples of Joan’s similar actions? Did they have the desired effect? Why or why not?

12. “Power and victory assailed her: the king, doting on her, gazing fondly on her, yet unknowing of her true intents and purpose” (page 239). What did you make of Joan’s plan to seduce the king? What of her other attempts at revenge? Was it surprising that none succeed in the way she intended?

13. See the description of the clothing Joan and Isabella planned to don for the torch festival (page 242). The author includes many detailed passages about clothing in The First Princess of Wales. What does clothing represent in this story?

14. The book is filled with the lyrics to the lutenists’ many songs, including those of Joan. What does music mean in The First Princess of Wales? Why is it such a potent form of communication?

15. Queen Philippa admonishes Joan: “Love fades, poor Joan, and then there is only duty and remembrance” (page 578). Do you agree with the Queen’s words? What was the Queen trying to tell Joan?

16. Why do you think Joan and Edward’s love endured for as long as it did? Did their eventual marriage seem like it was well deserved? Why or why not?

17. In the author’s note, the author draws a comparison between Joan and Edward’s epic love affair and that of today’s Prince of Wales, Charles, and his wife, Camilla Parker Bowles. Do you agree with this comparison? What other sets of star-crossed lovers, British royalty or otherwise, can you compare to Joan and Edward?

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  • Posted August 3, 2010

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    If realism and history mean anything to you, don't bother with this one.

    Sometimes I pick up a book by an author that is so bad, I know I'll never read anything else that person writes. This was one of those books. Ms. Harper has almost no knowledge of the 14th century, nor of the motivations, customs, and mores of people who lived in that time Add to that a main character, Joan of Kent, who was so unlikable, I spent the entire book trying to figure out what the Black Prince could have possibly seen in her that made him want to have sex with her, much less marry her. Really, don't bother if your looking for anything besides pure fantasy. It wasn't even good romance.

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  • Posted February 6, 2010

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    A Good Read!

    I must surely be on a Karen Harper binge! After reading "The Queen's Governess" by Karen Harper last week I decided to read another or her titles, "The First Princess of Wales". I was not disappointed. Although this paperback, published n 2006, sports a hefty 624 pages I have finished it in several days of "bedtime" reading. I have never been a fan of romance novels but it appears that I must be becoming one! I remember when I managed bookstores that I would cast derisive looks at the Harlequin Romance series when they arrived to be shelved. Now here I am reading a book whose title was once "Sweet Passion's Pain"! arghhhh!


    This book tells the story, albeit, highly fictionalized, story of Joan of Kent (29 September 1328 -

    7 August 1385)- beloved of Edward, the 'black prince' of Wales15 June 1330 - 8 June 1376). Set during the tumultuous period when threat of war with France was always on the immediate horizon, the tale includes all of the "biggies": love, betrayal, seduction, intrigue, family feuds and war.


    I have read reviews of this book that say that it is "over-written"& "historically flawed". I can agree with both of the assessments to a degree. The book is written in a very easy to read style - there are no

    pedantic interpretations of history here - and I have read as real historical fiction. In that light I found this book to be an easy, delightful read - and yes, a romance at that. I do think that it offers a true flavor of the period although the hero and heroine are depicted rather as the quintessential lover's -as if Ms. Harper distilled the essence of what a romantic hero and heroine might be.


    Was this book worthy of any rewards? No. Was it worthy of a few idle hours of escape? Definitely! If your are looking for a truly historical account of Joan of Kent and her love Prince Edward, look to another venue - but for escapism and distraction I think this is a fine, most enjoyable journey of a read! Ms. Harper even postulates an interesting and amusing historical reason for the term "knights of the garter"!

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    This was a wonderful book! It's been a while since I read a book that I loved, and this one meet all of my criteria for being a classic. There are plot twists, characters developing, and a very satisfying feeling at the end. This book made me wiki the characters because I fell in love with them and wanted more. While the author made some changes for the sake of the book, she was fairly historically accurate. LOVED this book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 19, 2007

    Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!

    I loved this book from the beginning and could not put it down once I started reading it. Wonderful romance and intriguing plot!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 1, 2007

    Loved it!

    Now I know not everyone will agree with me, but I really fell in love with this book. Harper depicts Joan of Kent as a lovely, intelligent and independent woman who stuggles with her conscience and the courtly world around her. I found the novel very romantic and finished it in one very long night :). I would highly suggest it to anyone who enjoys the intrigue of royalty, a strong heroine, and a classic romance.

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