Cienna's Amulet, A Christmas Romance (Raymara Barwil Romance) (5 page)

“Miss what?”

“Just go to the castylly -- quick!”

The crowd made encouraging noises and he walked on through the caves, feeling concerned. Joseph had never been the same since the attack in Spain last year.  Please don’t tell me he’s ill or...worse...

After walking for five minutes, Miguel stopped at the large mahogany gates of the entrance to the castylly, and turned back to the crowd that was gathered in the huge courtyard space behind him. He noticed the fireflies lighting up the sky; this was most unusual. Even for a feast night. The old flower fairy stepped forward.

“Go on boy, it’s alright, you’re here now,” she said, pushing him gently forward.  One of the gates opened, and Joseph stood there, looking full of life and dressed in his finest robes of purple with gold lining.

“Joseph, what’s going on?” said Miguel. “Where’s Cienna? Is she okay?” Joseph smiled and nodded, “Come in, dear Miguel.” He gestured at the crowd in front of him, raising his palm for them to wait, then closed the gate behind himself and Miguel.

“Cienna, he’s here,” called Joseph. Miguel turned to see Cienna emerge from a chamber door. She looked resplendent in a floor length, pure white satin dress with long lace sleeves. Her long black curls were adorned with a
jewelled tiara and her ring was glowing as she smiled at Miguel.

“Miguel, you came here to ask me something didn’t you?” said Joseph, “You know that sometimes our communication can happen even if we don’t want it to. I have heard how your heart has cried out for my daughter since you left.”

“Joseph, it’s true. I love her and cannot live without her. I came to ask you for her hand, if she will have me, that is.”

Joseph turned to Cienna. He had seen how sad she was when he had come to her on the night of New Year’s Eve, and after he questioned her she confessed how she felt about Miguel. He was glad she had told him the truth as he had known about the attraction from the moment Miguel had first laid eyes on his daughter after moving to Cornwall. As air faeries, they shared a telepathic bond and the close relationship that Miguel and Joseph had, had made this bond stronger than Miguel had
realised.

“Cienna, do you wish to share your life with this man,” asked her father.

“Yes,” she gasped as Miguel ran to her and they embraced. They declared their love to each other amidst tears of joy.

Joseph smiled and clapped his hands together. “Well, let’s not keep the crowd waiting -- let’s go outside for your soul bonding ceremony. Miguel, we have been preparing since I knew you were on your way.  The new moon is in the perfect position and the forest is ready. Take your bride to be by the hand.”

Cienna and Miguel turned, hand in hand, to follow Joseph out of the castylly. Cienna stopped and looked up at Miguel. His face was shining with joy. “I never did ask you,” she said, “What is your
soon?”

Miguel placed her hand on the left side of his chest, covering it with his own, “Although I have had powers since I was born, my heart has always been numb. I never felt anything here until I met you. When I am around you, my magical powers fade because the magic of the love you have brought into my life is the greatest power I will ever know. You are my amulet, my soon, Cienna.”

As Cienna felt Miguel’s heart beating, she saw her ring glistening between his fingers.

Damawyn... I’m experiencing the love you wanted me to feel and it truly is magical. The more I love him, the more I know I can…

THE END

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Merry Christmas!

Another Christmas Romance by Raymara Barwil:

Give a Little Love, A Christmas Romance

SOMETIMES WE MAKE OUR OWN MIRACLES...

Abby's all but lost her sense of Christmas spirit. It took years, but it
finally happened. After seeing one too many people claim that the charity they gave during the holidays somehow covered them for the whole year, Abby just gave up on the whole notion of people doing the right thing for the right reasons.

But when a mysterious man with wild curls and an old pea
coat passes her by and starts doing what no one else is willing to do, Abby finds herself waking up to a whole new world of possibilities. How far it takes her, or the man who holds her at arms' length while still beckoning her on, may just depend on a Christmas miracle.

Unless, of course, they both step up and take the miracle into their own hands . . .