Forever Knight: Thornton Brothers Time Travel (A Thornton Brothers Time Travel Romance Book 2) by Cynthia Luhrs Page A
Authors: Cynthia Luhrs
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her up. Ever since she’d woken up in the past, she’d been cold. Elizabeth had felt silly wearing the cloak inside, but here in the hall, seated away from the fire, she was grateful and didn’t care who looked at her funny. She pulled the cloak tighter, wishing for a nice, chunky scarf and gloves, or better yet, electric heat. With it this cold inside, she dreaded to think what it must be like outside.
“Come with me, mistress. We’ll go up to the battlements where we can see everything.” Rabbie offered his arm.
Elizabeth brought the cup of wine with her. It wasn’t hot chocolate, but it would have to do.
“Lead on.” The winding steps took them to the very top of the castle.
“The view is spectacular.”
Forest and land, occasionally dotted with small houses, lay before her. No commercial development of any kind. The lack of strip malls was a plus for being in the past. Rabbie sat on the wall, his legs dangling over the edge. She peered over, watching everyone coming and going, the men gathering around as Robert and the frog, as she had come to call Lord Radford after their meeting, prepared to find out who was the better man.
While she looked around, what was wrong with the entire scene finally hit home. While her mind told her she had fallen through time, it was difficult to believe. But looking out over the grounds—there was no paved parking area outside of the castle. No paved roads. No cars. She stood still, listening.
Over the sounds of metal, voices, and animals, she heard nothing but the wind. No modern-day noises. No cars, no horns, no planes in the sky. Not a single ringing cell phone. She’d kept trying to convince herself she truly had landed in the past, but it was the lack of the roads that finally convinced her beyond any doubt. Rabbie caught her arm as she swayed.
“Take care, mistress. My lord would not be pleased if you fell over the edge.” He looked over. “Your head would split open like a melon.”
Boys. Bloodthirsty, no matter the century.
“Thank you for looking after me.” Stepping back, Elizabeth racked her brain. Finding herself trapped in the past meant she needed to know everything she could about this time.
“Excuse me. What’s the date today?” She’d been too afraid of the answer before to ask. Now, accepting she was here, Elizabeth needed to know.
The boy shrugged, more interested in what was going on below. The guard passing by spoke slowly as if she were a rather stupid child.
“’Tis Wednesday, the thirteenth of November.”
“And what is the year?”
The knight and the boy blinked at her, the guard taking a step back, like she had escaped from the funny farm and he wasn’t sure what her next move might be. The man looked over the wall, down at the men assembled below, before looking at her.
“It is the Year of Our Lord 1333.”
She clenched the cup and took a deep gulp, draining the red wine. “Thank you. I guess I forgot.”
They looked unconvinced, but let it go as a shout rose up, drawing their attention. The men were on their horses, the excitement in their voices rising up as they called out, making their choice for the winner. Men shouted, horses’ hooves thundered, and Elizabeth barely paid attention, still stuck on the date. It was 1333. A very long time from 2016. She’d guessed she’d landed in medieval England, but to hear the date out loud, so many things now made sense. Castigating herself for not paying more attention during history or taking an interest in world news, Elizabeth opened every file cabinet in her brain and rifled through the contents, looking for any scrap of information she might have stored away regarding this time period.
As she was sifting through various tidbits, a shout filled the air. She looked down to see the frog had won the horse race. Robert’s voice carried, clear and deep.
“We have each won a wager, therefore we shall have a third to decide the winner. Would you agree,
“Come with me, mistress. We’ll go up to the battlements where we can see everything.” Rabbie offered his arm.
Elizabeth brought the cup of wine with her. It wasn’t hot chocolate, but it would have to do.
“Lead on.” The winding steps took them to the very top of the castle.
“The view is spectacular.”
Forest and land, occasionally dotted with small houses, lay before her. No commercial development of any kind. The lack of strip malls was a plus for being in the past. Rabbie sat on the wall, his legs dangling over the edge. She peered over, watching everyone coming and going, the men gathering around as Robert and the frog, as she had come to call Lord Radford after their meeting, prepared to find out who was the better man.
While she looked around, what was wrong with the entire scene finally hit home. While her mind told her she had fallen through time, it was difficult to believe. But looking out over the grounds—there was no paved parking area outside of the castle. No paved roads. No cars. She stood still, listening.
Over the sounds of metal, voices, and animals, she heard nothing but the wind. No modern-day noises. No cars, no horns, no planes in the sky. Not a single ringing cell phone. She’d kept trying to convince herself she truly had landed in the past, but it was the lack of the roads that finally convinced her beyond any doubt. Rabbie caught her arm as she swayed.
“Take care, mistress. My lord would not be pleased if you fell over the edge.” He looked over. “Your head would split open like a melon.”
Boys. Bloodthirsty, no matter the century.
“Thank you for looking after me.” Stepping back, Elizabeth racked her brain. Finding herself trapped in the past meant she needed to know everything she could about this time.
“Excuse me. What’s the date today?” She’d been too afraid of the answer before to ask. Now, accepting she was here, Elizabeth needed to know.
The boy shrugged, more interested in what was going on below. The guard passing by spoke slowly as if she were a rather stupid child.
“’Tis Wednesday, the thirteenth of November.”
“And what is the year?”
The knight and the boy blinked at her, the guard taking a step back, like she had escaped from the funny farm and he wasn’t sure what her next move might be. The man looked over the wall, down at the men assembled below, before looking at her.
“It is the Year of Our Lord 1333.”
She clenched the cup and took a deep gulp, draining the red wine. “Thank you. I guess I forgot.”
They looked unconvinced, but let it go as a shout rose up, drawing their attention. The men were on their horses, the excitement in their voices rising up as they called out, making their choice for the winner. Men shouted, horses’ hooves thundered, and Elizabeth barely paid attention, still stuck on the date. It was 1333. A very long time from 2016. She’d guessed she’d landed in medieval England, but to hear the date out loud, so many things now made sense. Castigating herself for not paying more attention during history or taking an interest in world news, Elizabeth opened every file cabinet in her brain and rifled through the contents, looking for any scrap of information she might have stored away regarding this time period.
As she was sifting through various tidbits, a shout filled the air. She looked down to see the frog had won the horse race. Robert’s voice carried, clear and deep.
“We have each won a wager, therefore we shall have a third to decide the winner. Would you agree,
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