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Yes, these people were furious that their country had been neglected, but this slip of a girl had been kicked out of the country and denied her child.

      ‘We thought you…we thought…’

      ‘There have been many lies spread about the Princess Kellyn,’ Rafael said strongly. ‘Those lies need to be redressed. As many things in this country need to be redressed. You people are from the village. What I want from you is a list of your immediate concerns and your suggestions as to what can be done to address them. Can you get that to me as soon as you can? I need to go further—get things moving throughout the whole country—but of course you people are our neighbours and maybe your concerns have to take priority.’

      ‘When will you be leaving again?’ one of the men asked, but the belligerence had gone out of his voice. He was clearly unsure.

      ‘I won’t be,’ Rafael said, and his voice was clear and calm and sure. He put a hand over Kelly’s. If she was to help…

      If she was to stand by his side…anything was possible, he thought. The bleakness that had been with him since he’d heard of Kass’s death lifted for the first time. These people needed his help. He could do this.

      ‘There will be occasional trips abroad,’ he said, and it was a struggle now not to let this strange sense of exultation enter his voice. ‘Made out of necessity. I know there was anger that I left last week, so soon, but my priority was to restore Princess Kellyn to her rightful place. Now that’s been done, both of us will be based here. Ready to listen to what you need of us.’

      ‘My role is mother to Prince Mathieu,’ Kelly said, suddenly sounding nervous. ‘You understand that my brief marriage to Kass hasn’t fitted me for any other role. But I’ll be supporting Prince Rafael in the background.’

      There was a murmur of approval. And sympathy. And… excitement?

      ‘We understand it will take time for you both to find your feet here,’ one of the men—the leader—said at last. He moved forward to shake Rafael’s hand. ‘We’ve heard enough tonight to content us. We’ll make this list and we’ll get it to you as soon as possible. And we look forward to working with you.’ He glanced across at Kelly. ‘With both of you.’

      They walked out into the grand entrance, to the huge sweep of carved steps, to see the deputation off. The men climbed into their several cars and departed. Rafael and Kelly stood side by side until they were out of sight.

      ‘Thank you,’ Rafael said softly as the sound of the cars faded. ‘You saved my hide. They were all ready for a spot of anarchy.’ He moved away a little so he could see her. ‘Wow,’ he said softly. ‘Wow and wow and wow. You took their breath away. You took my breath away.’ He frowned. ‘But I thought you didn’t bring a dress.’

      ‘It’s part of my past,’ she said. ‘It seems I still have a wardrobe of dresses here. Mostly chosen by Kass.’

      ‘Kass never chose that.’

      ‘No.’ She ran her hands self-consciously along her sides and the luxurious silk felt smooth and lovely under her hands. ‘I chose this.’

      ‘You like clothes,’ he said on a note of discovery.

      ‘For my pains. I try not to.’

      ‘Don’t try,’ he said urgently. ‘You’re beautiful. The people will love you.’

      ‘You’re saying I should wear the clothes Kass chose for me?’

      ‘Of course I’m not. You could come to Manhattan with me,’ he said. ‘When we get this place sorted. Money’s not an issue—the royal coffers have an amount set aside that is purely for personal maintenance of the immediate royal family. That’s us. It’s enough to make you think that maybe buying a lottery ticket might be a waste of time. You and Matty could take a few days and come play on Fifth Avenue.’ He grinned and looked her up and down, his smile enough to make her blush—really blush. ‘Matty and I would love to watch you enjoy yourself setting yourself up for your new life here.’

      ‘What about Anna?’ she asked curiously, trying to get her colour under control. ‘Isn’t she due here?’

      ‘She should be here tomorrow,’ Rafael said. ‘I’ve organized the stuff from my development workshop to be freighted over and she’s supervising. But don’t worry about Anna. Any shopping we’re organising, she’ll have her hand up before me.’

      ‘Oh.’ She wasn’t quite sure what was happening here. The appreciation in his eyes was warm and intimate. Yet he spoke about Anna with matter-of-fact directness.

      ‘Why aren’t you in your attic?’ he asked, cutting across her train of thought.

      ‘I saw you out here.’ She hesitated. ‘I felt…I don’t know. Maybe if I can help I will. Just occasionally,’ she added hastily as she saw the leap of hope in his eyes. ‘Not on a regular basis.’ She bit her lip. ‘I…maybe I’ve been a bit mean. I am grateful to you. For Matty,’ she said softly. ‘I do need to thank everyone here. You’ve all done a lovely job of bringing him up. He’s a darling.’

      ‘And so responsible,’ Rafael said.

      ‘He doesn’t need to be responsible.’

      ‘As long as I’m responsible. Or you’re responsible. And look at us. We even look like royals.’

      ‘I’m play-acting,’ she said, ‘to help out. I’m going back to my attic tomorrow.’

      ‘That’s a damned waste.’

      ‘It shouldn’t be.’

      ‘You don’t need me.’

      ‘No?’

      For a long moment he stared at her as if she’d just asked a question that was really dumb. She gazed back at him, bewildered. But then…

      But then things started clicking into place.

      It had been five years since any man had looked at her like Rafael was looking at her, but she knew the signs. He was staring at her as if he were hungry. As if she were…

      Desirable?

      ‘No,’ she said and held up her hands as if in defence.

      ‘It’s all very well to say no,’ Rafael snapped, stepping towards her so fast he was suddenly way too close. ‘It’s the last thing I want. Or it should be the last thing I want.’

      ‘What?’ she said, confused.

      ‘You,’ he said and the world stood still again.

      ‘I…don’t,’ she said at last, somehow taking a step back, and he shook his head as if trying to clear a fog.

      ‘Yeah. Maybe I’m being dumb. Go to bed, Kelly.’

      ‘You’re sending me to bed?’

      ‘I’m sending you away,’ he said, exasperated. ‘I need you to go away.’

      ‘Like Kass.’

      ‘No!’ And, before she knew what he was about, he’d seized her hands and tugged her close. ‘That’s just it. Don’t you see—I’m not the least like Kass. Kass represented everything about this place that I hate. Royalty. The perfection of it… Do you know my father was thrown from his horse and maimed? He was crippled but as well as that he had a massive scar running down the side of his face. He lost the sight of one eye. Until then, he’d worked like a navvy in this place—that the Principality hasn’t bankrupted itself until now is solely down to my father’s economic acumen and the fact that the old prince never bothered to interfere. But as soon as my father was injured he wasn’t permitted any part of the running of the place. He was simply struck off. It just killed him—his injuries, but more—the fact that he was useless. My mother and I could do nothing. And here I am, being useful again. Useful. And here you are and you’re Kass’s bride…’

      ‘Hey…’

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