Page 2 of The Uprising
Some couples were lucky in love, while others had to go through hell to be together.
Most never even suspected love like this existed.
Sylvia had explained that people rarely met their Twin Flame because they weren’t on earth simultaneously. She said you were fortunate to meet someone from the same soul group, but it was unusual to meetthe one.
As romantic as it sounded, Cara had learned the brutal way that the path to Twin Flame union, although breath taking, was not for the fainthearted. Twin Flames mirrored each other’s soul. They were karmic teachers, and there was much to learn.
Cara was relieved they were nowin union, as the mystics called it, and all of that dreadful heartache was behind them.
Wasn’t it?
Willow Manor, York, 1536 - Tudorville
Cara blinked as she gazed out the window and admired the dense woody mass of willow trees that anointed the stream and snaked through the estate to the rear of the regal Tudor manor house. The autumn sunlight cast a glittery sheen onto the luminous green of the hedgerows and reflected off the gently bubbling water.
Here she was back in Tudorville with no warning. One minute she was quietly working at the kitchen table at Rose Cottage, salivating at the thought of George’s delicious spaghetti, and the next, she was transported to her favourite room in the Cavendish family home, Willow Manor.
Cara’s eyes moved away from the window and surveyed the library. Her gaze rested on the oak writing desk with the ornate dainty drawer handles. The delicately carved legs stood in one corner of the elegant room, next to a book-lined wall and overlooking the vast gardens.
Happy memories of writing her correspondence pirouetted through her mind, and she took several deep breaths. Despite her agitation at abruptly being pulled back in time, a sudden comforting wave of déjà vu washed over her. She adored Willow Manor, and besides, she would finally get to be with their children again. Nerves wrestled in the pit of her stomach as she wondered what they had been up to since she left.
She had hoped her time travelling days were over and her and George’s karmic challenges resolved. She’d prayed that their Twin Flame mission was complete.
Well, so much for that. She would have to make the best of it. How wrong she had been. There’d been a phone call and thenwhoosh, the vortex swept her back five hundred years. Was it the call that reactivated her time travel? There had been an instant sense ofhere we go again,but that was it.She’d known in her bones she was about to go, and there had been no time for even a quick goodbye. She'd forgotten how unsettling and disorientating time travel was.
The library door swung open, interrupting her reverie, and George Cavendish entered in a flurry; the handsome features she adored composed into an uncharacteristically disgruntled expression. His furrowed brow framed his brown eyes, and Cara’s heart leapt at the sight of him. She’d missed Tudorville George. She glimpsed an official-looking letter clasped between his fingers.
Cara stood and quickly covered the distance between them, launching herself into her beloved’s arms. ‘There you are. I’ve missed you.’
George embraced Cara with one arm. A look of amusement played over his face while he attempted to hold his wife steady, and the thick parchment of the letter flapped about over her shoulder. ‘You’re a funny one, my love. It can’t be over ten minutes since I left you. You’re acting as though you haven’t seen me for a year.’
‘Yes, I suppose I am. Silly me. What the devil is going on?’ Cara said, almost too scared to ask, but determined to discover as much as possible about the current state of affairs in Tudorville.
‘Well, I must say everything was splendid until this letter arrived, delivered by the king’s own messenger, no less.’
Mention of the king was enough to turn her skin white and send icy shivers whistling down her spine.
‘The king? What does he want of you now? Pray tell me all is well, and it’s only an exchange of pleasantries.’
‘Alas, it is not. I wish it were so, but we suspected it would only be a matter of time before one or both of us would be summoned back to court. We were discussing it only the other day, remember? Once a courtier, always a courtier... You know that.’
‘Knowing it and accepting it are two completely different things. I had fervently hoped that it wouldn’t be the case for us. I dared hope we might be free of the king and his circle of foul friends, forever. It would be too soon if I ever saw him again. He was going to have you killed.’
‘There, there, don’t fret, all is well. There’s no need for us to get in a spin.’
Cara appreciated his calm solidity.
‘Would you like the good or the bad news first?’ he continued, still holding her close, his eyes twinkling.
‘There is good news? In that case, let’s hear the bad first, I think...and be done with it.’
‘King Henry VIII has summoned me to court on what he calls a matter of critical importance to our country’s safety—and I must leave immediately.’
‘Oh lord, I feared as much. The king only ever wanted you at his side. I’m surprised he’s got by without you until now.’
‘Well, as you say, I almost lost my head. We both almost lost our heads to be precise, but six months have passed. I confess I too wondered whether we might never return to royal favour.’
‘Did you hanker for it, my love? Do you miss being at court? Did you secretly yearn to be back in the political hotbed?’
