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She felt the blood drain, leaving her pale and trembling. She tried to speak, but no words came.
A short time later Lord Falcon, William, and Diana, along with the servants, came in search of their errant houseguest. They found her still standing on the terrace, her hands linked with Chandler’s.
“The carriage is here to take you to London,” Lord Falcon began.
“Miss Andrews won’t be leaving, Father.” Chandler never took his gaze from hers. “I’ve convinced her that one of life’s greatest adventures awaits her here at Falcon’s Lair.”
“I see.” A slow smile spread across the old man’s face. To Felicity he said, “I told you happy endings are the best, my dear.” Signaling to the others, he led the party indoors, where they continued to stand at the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring at the couple on the terrace.
Chandler and Felicity never moved. Yet a shimmering light seemed to surround them. William explained to Diana that it was probably a trick of the sunlight.
Soaring above Felicity and Chandler was a magnificent falcon. It turned its head one time, as if studying the man and woman, then catching a wind current, opened its great wings and lifted high into the air.
There were many who swore it continued climbing until it reached the sun. The story was repeated until it became just another of the many legends that surrounded Falcon’s Lair.
But it couldn’t top the legend of the family’s boldest adventurer, Chandler, who returned from the Amazon to find Felicity, the woman of his dreams, awaiting him. Together they founded a dynasty destined for greatness.
It is said their love burned brighter than the sun and will continue to burn for all eternity.