by C. J. Miller
But looking at his handsome face in the soft lights of the patio, she had the impression it would be hard to forget a man like Casimir.
* * *
Casimir was glad he’d arranged an excuse to be in Acacia before tonight’s dinner party. His plan was unfolding as he had wanted, without as much manipulation as he’d expected. Tonight was about keeping the door open to his connection with Serena.
Convincing Fiona, the Countess of Provence in Rizari, to attend this party and bring him along had been easy. Making it clear that their relationship was platonic was trickier. He had been careful to keep their association on neutral ground. It worked out better for his plans for Serena. The princess had to see him as available.
Going through a traumatic experience, Serena’s heart would be guarded. Casimir would have to be diligent to breech those shields.
He had learned through a friend that King Warrington had been with his mistress that afternoon. Based on the king’s tardiness at tonight’s dinner party, he may still be with her. The idea disgusted him. Had Warrington considered Serena’s feelings before inviting her tonight and booking time with his lover earlier in the day?
The silver lining was that, for once, the situation was progressing to Casimir’s benefit. The king was missing in action and Serena had been drawn to Casimir immediately.
Casimir had to help her see that she would be miserable married to King Warrington. Though Warrington could give her some freedom, mostly because he cared only for her position and not for her, she would be bound by her marriage vows. Casimir sensed she was a woman who would keep those vows sacred. She would be loyal and true and consequently, she would be lonely and disappointed. The king would see no reason to stop seeing his mistresses on the side.
He wouldn’t treat Serena as an equal; he would devour her. He would exploit her, sleep with her, marry her and then keep her in his life in some superficial manner, maybe use her to give him legitimate heirs. He wouldn’t give her the respect and love she deserved. It incensed Casimir to think about it.
Granted, almost everything King Warrington did or said fueled Casimir’s anger. He wanted the man to suffer for what he had done. Killing his father, and dooming his mother to a life of misery, came at a heavy price and Samuel would pay it. That Samuel had killed, or arranged to have killed, his own father as well, spoke to the depths that Warrington would descend for power.
The doors to the patio opened and Samuel’s mother exited the dining room. Katarina strode toward Serena, looking regal in a red dress. Her dark hair bounced as she walked. Casimir recognized the glint in her eyes. She, like her son, was hungry for power and she would do anything necessary to secure an alliance with Acacia.
Underestimating Katarina’s ruthlessness would be a mistake. She held sway over her son and according to Casimir’s mother and rumors, she was vicious. Casimir wasn’t sure what role she played in the king’s and her husband’s deaths, but he guessed she was at least aware that her son had been responsible for it.
“Princess Serena, what are you doing out here?”
Serena blinked in the dark and rose from the bench. “Hello.”
“I was concerned when I saw you exit the dining room.” She glanced at Casimir and narrowed her eyes. “Do I know you?”
Casimir had been introduced to her twice before. Nice of her to remember. “I’m a friend of your son’s. My name is Casimir Cullen.” The word friend burned his tongue.
Katarina narrowed her eyes. Did she see the resemblance to his father? That resemblance had been difficult for his mother and she had made no secret of it. “Please excuse us. I would like to speak to the princess alone.”
Serena held out her hand. “If you think something improper was occurring, I must correct you. My guards are with me,” she gestured over her shoulders, “and Casimir saved my life.”
“Did he now? And how is that?” Katarina looked irritated.
Serena swallowed heavily and Casimir detected a tremor in her lips. She blinked and Casimir saw the tears shining in her eyes. Speaking about the night her father and sister had died was difficult for her.
“I was close to the princess during the massacre at her castle. I prevented one of the assassins from attacking her.” Short and to the point. No use drudging up the gruesome details of that night or saying “killing her.” Hearing him mention the tragedy had to be hard enough for Serena.
Serena looked at the ground and Casimir knew she was trying to compose herself. Grief was a brutal, unrelenting animal. He would have done anything in that moment to take away some of Serena’s pain.
Katarina folded her hands in front of her. “I see. Then allow me to thank you on behalf of my son for saving his bride’s life.”
Serena’s chest lifted and lowered as she took a deep breath. She seemed to be pulling herself together and when she lifted her head, her expression was calm. “Has His Highness arrived?”
“Not yet. Please, Serena, let’s have a little girl talk. What do you say?”
Before she could answer, Katarina turned to Serena’s guards. “You may wait inside.”
Serena straightened. “My guards stay with me.”
“The king has guards to protect his palace. You are not in danger while you are on the premises.”
“As you can imagine, after what I have been through over the past several weeks, I would feel better if my guards remained close.” Serena’s voice was saccharine sweet but there was no mistaking the edge in it.
“Very well.”
Casimir bowed to the women and strolled inside. Serena was timid in some ways, but when pushed, she wouldn’t hold back defending herself. He had thought Serena would be easy to manipulate, but seeing her strength in action was impressive. Made his plan harder, but notched up his respect for her.
* * *
Serena would not be shoved around by her future mother-in-law. Starting the relationship on that note would doom her marriage and Serena already had doubts about its future happiness.
“I know you are adjusting to your new position, but I should warn you, being alone with a man who is not my son is asking for trouble.”
It annoyed Serena to be spoken to condescendingly as if she were a teenager and the implication, that she had been doing something wrong by talking to Casimir, pissed her off. Her emotions were on a hair trigger, admittedly, but she thought Katarina had crossed a line. “Casimir is a man of honor. I am not ashamed to be seen with him in any context.” Maybe not naked with him in bed, which would certainly be inappropriate, but she was dressed and in view of her guards and the guests at the dinner party. But now that she was thinking about being naked with Casimir, she had trouble putting it out of her mind. Despite the coolness of the night air, heat flamed up her back and a new tide of arousal washed over her. Utterly distracting.
“I don’t say these things to chastise you, but if you read up on the history of the royal family of Rizari, you will find the implication of any disloyalty is not taken lightly.”
How would King Warrington react if she spoke to or flirted with another man? Behead her? “I will look into that.”
Katarina lowered her head, but Serena did not mistake the gesture for subservience. She would need to watch her back when it came to Katarina. Serena hadn’t planned to make an enemy of the king’s mother, but if she felt attacked, she would defend herself. She wished her sister was around to ask about the queen. The thought brought another wave of loss crashing over her.
“I will have my son send over some literature.”
“Speaking of your son, do you know where the king is?” Serena asked. Why invite her to a dinner party and then stand her up? He had to know she’d traveled a distance to be in attendance.
Katarina looked into the dining room. Stalling for time to manufacture a lie? “I know he had an important meeting this afternoon. Perhaps he lost track of time.”
“I see. That does not bode well for our relationship.”
“You cannot expect the ki
ng to be someone he is not.”
What did that mean? Expecting him to show up for plans he’d made wasn’t expecting too much. She was the princess and she had cleared her schedule. Serena had been second all her life. Everyone whom she’d loved had put her behind something or someone else more important. She could not live with being her husband’s second, at least not in his heart.
“I will keep that in mind in the future.” Serena walked away from Katarina, feeling daggers being shot at her back.
When Serena reentered the dining room, the same sense of dread and anxiety volleyed through her. Relying on her coping mechanisms, she found a chair in the corner of the room and sat, watching. Her gaze was drawn to Casimir. He was the most handsome man in the room. Apparently, the other women thought so as well. They fawned over him, touching the sleeve of his suit coat, practically stroking him to win his attention.
After several moments, he glanced toward the patio. Her heart thumped hard. Was he looking for her? Checking on her? He looked around the room and when he saw her, he said something to the woman he was speaking to and strode to Serena.
“Pleasant conversation with the king’s mother?” he asked.
“I’ve been warned that you could sully my reputation.”
“She said that?” He sounded incredulous.
“Not in those words. But apparently, I should have eyes and words only for women friends and the king. The king who is not yet here.”
Casimir’s eyes darted left and right. “Is this your first time in the palace?”
She must have made him nervous with her negative observation about the king. She had been thinking about Casimir so much, building him up in her head, she’d forgotten that she didn’t really know him. He had no reason to trust that she would not relate anything negative he said back to the king. She felt embarrassed for putting him in that position. “It is my first time in the palace. It is beautiful. My one complaint is that I can’t hear the sea.”
“The sea is a distance from the palace.”
“I won’t live here,” she said, thinking of the future.
“The king might be surprised when his bride moves to the beach,” Casimir said.
She hurried to explain, trying not to make him think less of her. “I used to fish and swim laps in the Mediterranean Sea and walk along the shore where the waves met the sand, letting the water cool my feet. I can’t give that up.” Not forever. She wished she were in her beach house now, listening to the water with Casimir.
“Marriage in any context is a negotiation.”
Except that in her case, she had none of the power and it entailed a lot of personal sacrifice with little personal gain in return. Acacia needed Rizari far more than the other way around.
On their first meeting as intended fiancés, the king was late. Was this an indication of how she would be treated during their marriage? Serena had a sense of foreboding. On the heels of that emotion was anger that the king thought so little of her. Would he have been late if he were meeting with Danae? Or perhaps the king was dreading this marriage as much as Serena was and looking for a way out. But if he offered an alliance without marriage, she would be turning Acacia over to King Warrington without any legal protection. That didn’t sit right with her.
Her father had always told Serena that she should not accept subpar treatment from anyone. She had tried to be pleasant and accommodating, despite the challenges she was facing. But the well of pleasantness was about to run dry. The last several weeks had depleted it.
A woman stumbled over to them and slid her arm around Casimir. She kissed the underside of his jaw. “I am so glad to see you. You make these dull parties fun.”
The woman took a big swallow from her glass of wine and glared at Serena. “Who are you?” The question sounded borderline hostile.
Casimir took a step away from the woman. “This is Princess Serena Alagona of Acacia.”
“Nice to meet you. Are you the one who’ll marry Samuel?”
Casimir shifted on his feet, clearly uncomfortable, but Serena was intrigued by this intoxicated woman and what she had to say. “Nothing has been decided, but our countries are negotiating.”
The woman leaned forward and giggled. “I could tell you some hot stuff about Samuel. Most of the women in this room can. We’ve all slept with him.”
Serena hid her disgust and pretended she wasn’t repulsed by the idea of a slutty king who had invited his conquests to a dinner party with his future fiancée. “That’s a lot of women.”
Another giggle. “Not all at once. I mean, not usually more than one at a time. But sometimes.”
Serena’s hopes for a monogamous and meaningful relationship drifted further out of reach. King Warrington had been engaged to her sister. Was this woman speaking of the distant past? Could the king have been wild in his youth? Serena desperately wanted something to explain his behavior so she wouldn’t be doomed to a life of unhappiness. “The king enjoys spending time with a lot of women?”
“Sure. Of course. You’ll see. I’m sure you’ll receive the royal treatment, you know, one-on-one with him. But maybe not every night. He is easily bored.”
Was this a palace or a house of ill repute? “I see.”
She had been thinking that perhaps she could make this arrangement work, and maybe it was this woman’s intention to run her off, but after an altercation with the king’s mother and now this, Serena wanted more than ever to be home.
“That’s enough sharing. We can swap stories some other time,” Casimir said, leading the other woman away.
Everyone in this room must think Serena was an ignorant moron. If the women had slept with the king, were they laughing at her? The king might be tied to her in marriage, but would that mean anything to him?
She turned to her guards. “I’d like to leave now.”
They would not question her. As she moved toward the door, she tried not to think about what a spectacular failure this evening had been for her and her future with King Warrington. She had not made a connection with him. If anything, the experience had driven spikes between them.
She was on the front steps of the palace when she heard Casimir’s voice. “Your Grace, please wait!”
Her guards stepped between her and Casimir. “It’s okay.” She wasn’t mad at Casimir. Embarrassed by the king’s behavior and feeling like a fool, yes.
“Serena, those are wild tales about the king. He likes to have a good time. Don’t let a little provocation from his friends upset you. They are probably just having some fun at your expense.”
“He didn’t show up tonight.” Even if the stories the woman had related about Warrington’s bedroom behavior weren’t true, his absence couldn’t be disputed.
“He is being a fool,” Casimir said quietly.
“Seeing you again was the only thing that salvaged the night.”
She shivered and Casimir removed his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.
“I hate seeing you upset,” Casimir said. “And yet every time I am near you, you seem to be in that state. Let me do something that will make you happy.”
Serena felt the air sucked from her lungs. Was he planning to kiss her in front of the palace of Rizari? With her bodyguards standing around her?
“I will meet you in Acacia tomorrow,” Casimir said. “And I will bring a surprise.”
Not a kiss, but a promise of tomorrow. “Okay, tomorrow, then.”
* * *
Serena was too warm. She had her windows opened and the overhead fan running, but heat seemed to pour from her. Anger for one man and desire for another made her blood run hot.
King Warrington had humiliated her. She hadn’t been looking forward to the evening, but it had turned out worse than expected. With as much anxiety as she had about her social awkwardness and lack of finesse, her usually low expectations of social gatherings hadn’t been met.
Serena would rather focus on Casimir. When she thought of him, she felt white-hot desire. The em
otion could be completely inappropriate given the recent deaths in her family, but it persisted. Having located Casimir, she’d thought thanking him for what he’d done for her would give her some closure about that night. But instead, she found herself longing for him more intensely. He had slipped his suit jacket over her shoulders and she had forgotten to return it to him. It was hanging on her bed post, which felt wild and forbidden. The pockets were empty, but the jacket smelled of him, like sandalwood and spices.
She rolled to her side, adjusting her sheets. Closing her eyes, images of her father and her sister’s bodies on the floor of the ballroom struck her. Nausea rolled over her. She opened her eyes. Maybe television would lull her into a mindless state.
She heard music as if caught on the wind, the light strumming of a guitar and the melodic sound of a man’s voice. Casimir’s strong, yet soft voice. Where was that coming from? Was she hallucinating at this hour? It was 1:15 a.m.
Looking out her bedroom window, she saw one of her guards patrolling her front yard. She knew at least two others were on the premises. Tugging a short robe around herself, she took the stairs to the main floor. On her wraparound porch stood Casimir, playing an acoustic guitar and singing quietly. She watched him for a moment, taking in how gorgeous he was. His dark silhouette was framed against the moon and the sea.
She memorized the image, thinking she could sketch it later.
Her heart was thumping as she walked outside. He continued playing, but had stopped singing.
“What are you doing here?” she asked. The wind blew and she shivered.
“We made plans to see each other today. Since it’s past midnight, this counts,” Casimir said. “I couldn’t wait longer. I needed to see you now. I was serenading you.”
Her knees felt weak. She had never had a man anxious to see her. She held on to the back of one of her porch chairs.
She glanced at her guard, surprised he had allowed Casimir onto her porch.
Her guard’s shoulders tightened. “Do you wish to be alone, Your Grace? I overheard you agree to see him at the palace.”
