Kathi Macias - Valerias Cross

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S hame on you! Valeria chastised herself as she serpentined through the secret passageway that led to her mothers boudoir. Had the agonizing thought of leaving the palace during the exciting winter social season reduced her, the emperors daughter, to a common spy? Absolutely! Overhearing snippets of her parents conversation in the hallway, she knew she had no choice; eavesdropping was her only weapon. Valeria was determined to discover why her father was so insistent that she accompany her mother to Egypt.

Near the end of the tunnel, Valeria broke through a maze of cobwebs to reach the secret entrance to her mothers room. She pushed the door, rusted shut by years of neglect, but it would not budge. As a young girl, she had frequently played in the tunnel, but a couple of years ago, she had put away her childish ways. Frustrated, she kicked the door repeatedly until at last it opened. A puff of dust blew into the room and settled over the Turkish carpet like a storm cloud, but there was no time to clean. The echo of her mothers singsong voice drifted down the hallway, warning of her imminent approach. Valeria scurried to a hiding place behind the damask draperiesjust in time! The door swung open, and her parents, Emperor Diocletian and his beautiful wife, Empress Prisca, entered the room.

Valerias heart raced. She knew she should not be eavesdropping, but it was too late to turn and run. Besides, she needed to discover her fathers reasoning for the trip, and then perhaps she could persuade him to allow her to remain at home and attend the winter ball.

After all, her mothers dressmaker in Milan had created a stunning velvet gown for the event, specifically designed to match the color of Valerias eyes, as well as the aquamarines in the bejeweled crown her father had presented to her on her fourteenth birthday. What more perfect occasion to show off her latest finery than the winter ball at the palace?

You simply must not tell her, she heard her mother protest.

But if I do not, the child will surely drive me mad, her father countered.

You are a mighty warrior, my dear. Surely you can withstand the harpings of a fourteen-year-old girl.

The emperor sighed. Truthfully, I would rather fight a battle with the most ferocious barbarian in the empire than to deny a request from our strong-willed daughter.

Behind the curtain, Valeria suppressed a giggle. Her incessant harassment of her father was obviously working. It should be only a matter of time until she wore down his resistance and he granted her permission to stay in the palace with the servants while he and her mother were away.

Prisca laughed. What right do you have to complain? You know she inherited her strong will from you. It has certainly served you well.

Alas, it benefits me as a man, and more so as the Roman Emperor, but Valeria is a young woman.

As the daughter of the mighty Roman Emperor, Valeria will marry a powerful man. She will need her strong will.

Diocletians voice reflected his good humor. Is that spoken from the voice of experience? Before Prisca could respond, the emperor teased, I love the way your eyes spark with fire when you are angry, my love.

Valeria muffled a giggle as she pushed the draperies aside to peek at her mothers reaction. She felt her face grow hot as she watched in horror; her father pulled her mother close and placed his lips on hers. She squeezed her eyes shut and scolded herself for spying on her parents during such an intimate moment. How she wished she could disappear!

A few moments later, her fathers sandaled footsteps sounding across the marble floor as he walked away, Valeria was showered with relief. Then she heard his voice boom throughout the bedchamber. Why not just tell her the truth?

Because I want our daughters childhood to be innocent and carefree.

Diocletian chuckled. In the meantime I will have to live in fear of her aggravating me.

So be it. I do not want our daughter frightened at such a tender age.

Valeria was even more perplexed now. She had to know what could be so dreadful that her parents wanted to protect her from it. Curiosity overcame her, and she stepped out from behind the curtains.

Valeria! the couple cried in unison. The shock on their faces was evident, as her mother jumped up from the divan and walked over to her daughter.

What were you doing hiding behind there? Prisca demanded.