Embrace Amidst Orange Blossoms
Blurb:It is the spring of 1622. Soldiers are arriving at the port of Seville from a gruelling war in the Netherlands. Amongst them Don Iago Borja, heir to the Estates of the Villa Sant’Angelo near the village of Cullera in the province of Valencia in eastern Spain. After a five year absence Iago is anxious to return home.
He is pleased to find his uncle’s ship the Santa Theresa in the harbor and more so when he is told he is sailing for Valencia. As the ship departs, Iago is delighted on discovering his uncle’s beautiful daughter, Elena, is also aboard.
However the scars of battle and a mental conflict of loyalty with his uncle have Iago wondering if love with Elena is possible?
Will Iago’s inner demons prove to be too large an obstacle or will he be able to overcome his feelings of guilt?
Author bio:Louise Roberts was born in Alexandria, Egypt in August 1951 to British parents by Maltese descent. Following the Suez Crisis in November 1956 her parents were compelled to abandon their assets and home, and leave the country as political refugees. Louise grew up and was educated in London, England and has always held a passion for history and English Literature.
In 1988 she immigrated to Sydney, Australia and presently lives with her family in the northern bushland suburb of Berowra, which is located just south of the Hawkesbury River.
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Laughing and music emerged from various tavernas which were scattered along the waterfront, but to her, the sounds seemed muted as she slipped in and out of her own private thoughts. She wondered about the future and what her Valencian family was like. She had heard about them from her father, and now she longed to meet them, especially Dorotea who was of similar age.
A sudden noise made her turn around. The crew had begun to make the ship ready for their departure at midnight when high tide was expected. Men were running up the ratlines to the yards. The Bosun was calling out instructions, as men ran barefoot for ‘ad and aft carrying bits of nautical equipment. Provisions were being brought up from the quay in large nets and were lowered into the hold by men pulling ropes which had been strung up through pulleys suspended from mast jibs. There were barrels of fresh water and casks of wine, barrels of salted fish, sacks of flour and grain, boxes of fruit and vegetables.
Elena was slowly becoming dizzy by all the activity, and although she wished to return to the safety of her cabin, she did not dare to move for fear of being knocked over by any of the mariners who were rushing about. If only her father would rescue her, as captain of the ship however he was far too busy somewhere else. She turned back to face the town, at least psychologically, it provided her with a temporary sanctuary from the hectic madness about her. She had been aboard since late afternoon when her grandparents had accompanied their granddaughter to their son-in-law’s vessel. Don Gregario had arrived a mere two days previously to arrange for his daughter, Elena, to accompany him to their family’s property in Cullera in the province of Valencia.
As she stared into the darkness she could see two men who appeared to be arguing. One of them seemed relatively young, perhaps not much older than herself. She could vaguely make out that he was well attired, and looked like one of the soldiers she and her grandfather had seen in the port a few days before. From what she could make out he appeared tall though of a stocky muscular build. The other man was much older and more rugged. He was looking over the young man’s horse. She surmised they must be arguing over a price for the animal.
Finally after a great deal of gesticulations on the part of the older man the transaction seemed to conclude. The young man rubbed the horse’s nose as if to say farewell. After removing the saddle and bags from its back, he swung them over his own shoulder, his distinct posture buckling from their weight.
As the rugged man moved away leading his new acquisition, she saw the younger man trudge up the gang plank onto the ship. Curiosity and unexpected excitement gripped her, making her heart race. She edged forward, leaning over the guardrail enabling her to glance amidships. Elena followed his progress as he stepped on board. Light from several lanterns which had been secured to the main mast shone onto the stranger.
She saw the Bosun stop momentarily from his duties and walk over to him. They seemed genuinely pleased to meet as they wrapped their arms about each other in a friendly hug. Another old mariner also approached his voice loud amongst the bustle of surrounding sounds to offer a welcome and to assist the young man with his baggage. Their exchanges were jovial and Elena could hear them laughing at some inaudible comment. She watched the Bosun shake the young man’s hand before he returned to his duties.
Elena froze as the stranger and the old sailor walked toward where she was standing. As they approached, she could now see that she had been right in her assessment of his height and build, but now she could also make out he had certain handsome features. Her eyes remained fixed on him as they came nearer to the doorway which led to the cabins beneath the stern quarterdeck. Although she had thought he had not seen her, when they arrived at the entrance, he stopped, looked up at her, removed his hat in a sweeping motion, and bowed low.
Even though it was just a mere instant that their eyes had met in the dim light, she could feel a strong sensuality about him which sent ripples of pleasure through her skin and her nipples hardened. Her breathing became shallower. She felt a warm wetness between her thighs and her pulse quickened when she saw his face clearly in the light of the doorway lantern. Although he was smiling at her, she sensed something was not quite what it seemed. The uncertainty of her earlier carnal reaction made her shiver as though cold, making her long for the warmth of her cabin. Elena downcast her eyes and made a simple short curtsey in response. When she looked up again, he was gone.
The gardens of the Alcazaba, a Moorish word describing a citadel, were delightful with a vivid display of flowering shrubs and fruit trees amid the stone walls of the ancient fortress. It had been built by the Moors in the eleventh century on the remnants of a Roman structure. Its position at the top of a hill commanded magnificent views of the town and the sea. At its base a Roman theatre added charisma to an already magnificent structure.
Iago and Elena had walked leisurely to it with Magdalena acting as chaperon at a discreet distance. Although within view, so as not to be vulnerable to unwanted attention and with the protection of her mistress’s companion.
The sun had risen just after seven that morning and it was promising to be another warm day. A light scattering of white soft clouds added welcomed shadows from time to time, keeping the heat at bay. As they viewed the impressive buildings, fountains and palaces, her arm held through his absent-mindedly whilst talking about their aspirations.
“What will you do when you return home?” Elena asked sincerely.
“At this stage I am uncertain. Your father has always wished I would take command of the Santa Theresa as I believe he wishes to retire, but I too am tired of adventures.”
“My father would retire? I find this hard to believe.” Elena responded in an amused tone. “He knows nothing of the word. As long as I have known him he has always been at sea.”
“Then perhaps it is why he wishes to give it up and enjoy his daughter’s company for his remaining ancient years.”
“He is not that ancient, Iago. Don’t let him hear you describe him such.”
“I have no intention of saying it to his face. I respect him far too much to dishonor him so, but the truth of it cannot escape him or us.”
“So you would captain the Santa Theresa?”
“There was a time I had considered it but that was before I met you. I will wait until I can assess my options at home. As I said to you before I need to see what awaits me before I can make a decision on my future.”
“I hope I will be part of that future?” Elena said longingly, pulling him close to her.
Iago stopped walking and turned to face her. He lowered his head as she looked up at him and kissed her gently on the lips. Their eyes open, staring deep into each other’s souls he answered “Nothing in this world would be able to tear me away from your company.” And as the words left his mouth he was overcome with a burning urge to make love to her there and then. He looked about and espied a seemingly deserted alcove. He then glanced around searching for Magdalena. Comfortable that she was a safe distance, he guided Elena to the private sanctuary, and then holding her tightly to his person let his hands explore her body.
Elena was delighted at the risqué venture her cousin was plying and she eagerly encouraged him by gripping his hand and placing it between her legs. He needed no further persuasion to lift up her skirts and stroke her swollen vulva through her soft curls. She fumbled at his lacings, undoing his breeches, exposing his very hard and erect penis. Iago gasped, drunk by the pleasure of the moment, as she guided him to her. His hands moved to her buttocks lifting her to level his height so that she could position herself onto him. She wrapped her legs about his waist for support and drew him closer. Her arms about his shoulders pulling him in as far as she could, whilst all the time their lips were locked in a never-ending embrace. The excitement and the passion of their love-making and the ambiance of their surroundings, all intermingled into a climatic ecstasy. They held each other for what seemed an eternity. The urgency of their love-making had left them exhausted and perspiring. Their kissing subsided becoming gentler, taking a moment or two to compose themselves before stumbling from the shadows laughing at their madness.
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