Princes and Princesses

by Cartland, Barbara

  The train stopped but she made no attempt to move until the door was opened and she saw the Prince’s secretary bowing to her, hat in hand, and her lady’s maid had emerged from the next carriage and was waiting with her sable muff.

  With a smile that Lady Odele used automatically to enslave every man and woman she bestowed it on, she stepped out onto the platform.

  “Welcome to Charl, my Lady,” Mr. Brothwick, the Prince’s secretary greeted her.

  “Thank you,” Lady Odele replied and with the grace of a swan moved along the red carpet towards the entrance of the Halt.

  She was well aware that all the windows in the train were filled with faces eager to see one of the renowned beauties of England.

  Because she never disappointed what she secretly called ‘her public’, she turned round deliberately to speak to her maid, who was following behind her, so that those watching would have a glimpse of her fabulous pink-and-white skin, her blue eyes and her golden hair.

  “You have not forgotten my jewel case, Robinson?”

  It was quite an unnecessary question as Robinson was holding it tightly with both hands.

  “No, my Lady.”

  Lady Odele glanced at the train as if she had never seen it before, and thought that she could almost hear the ‘ooh’s’ and ‘aah’s’ of admiration her movement evoked.

  Then she turned to leave the Halt and was helped into the luxurious carriage that was waiting for her.

  It was only two miles to Charl Castle and Lady Odele did not trouble to bend forward, as new visitors to the great Castle always did, as it appeared standing above the valley, its hundreds of windows flashing in the sunlight and its great tower surmounted with a flag.

  Lady Odele had actually known Charl Castle for many years.

  Because she was fond of Lord Charlwood, whose family it had belonged to for four centuries, she had been glad for his sake when Prince Ivan had bought it from him and proceeded to spend a fortune on redecorating the interior.

  Although it must have been hard to part with a house that meant so much to the Charlwood family, the money the Prince had paid for it meant that the sixth Lord Charlwood and his wife could continue to live the gay social life they enjoyed without getting further and further into debt.

  One of the largest houses in England, Charl Castle was, Lady Odele thought, a perfect setting for Prince Ivan and she had wondered in the past why, when he spent so much time in the country where his mother had been born, he did not have a house of his own here.

  It was true that he owned houses all over Europe, a Palazzo in Venice, a Château in France, a Shooting Lodge in Hungary and a Villa in Monte Carlo, where Lady Odele had already determined that she must be a guest next spring.

  But first she knew was that Prince Ivan was planning several large scale pheasant shoots at Charl Castle to amuse the Prince of Wales, where he could also hunt with two of the best packs in the Midlands.

  She was sure too that there would be numerous large and small balls in the great ballroom where she would shine like a glittering star.

  Lady Odele was so intent on her thoughts that she was almost surprised when she realised that the carriage was already turning in to the great gravel sweep that lay in front of Charl Castle.

  She had a quick glance at herself in a little mirror that she carried in her handbag and saw that her nose needed no more powder and her lips were as red as they dared to be.

  She was aware that she exuded an exotic French perfume every time she moved and the huge spray of purple orchids, which had been waiting for her in the carriage when she arrived at King’s Cross Station looked very elegant pinned to her many-tailed sable wrap.

  There were six footmen waiting on the steps as she proceeded up them and the butler, looking like a pontifical Archbishop, was waiting in the hall.

  “Welcome back to Charl, my Lady,” he said with the same tone of sincerity that Mr. Brothwick had used.

  “Thank you,” Newton, Lady Odele replied. “It is delightful to be back again.”

  “His Highness is waiting for you in the Blue Salon, my Lady.”

  Lady Odele smiled secretly to herself.

  She knew that the Blue Salon, which was one of the smaller rooms at Charl Castle, was part of the Prince’s private apartments and no guests ever encroached on it unless specially invited.

  As she moved, she was conscious of the silk petticoats of her bustle rustling behind her and she was glad that, because it was still warm for the beginning of October, she had not been obliged to wear one of her thicker travelling gowns.

  The thinner one she had on was made of a material that clung to her fabulous figure and was warm enough, as over it she wore her famous sables.

  These had been given to her by a rich man who loved her passionately, but they did not compare in value to a stole and muff made of chinchilla that she had already determined should be one of the Prince’s gifts to her.

  She reached the door of the Blue Salon and Newton announced with a flourish,

  “Lady Odele Ashford, Your Highness.”

  The Prince, who had been reading a newspaper, rose as she entered and now Lady Odele was quite certain that her heart was beating quicker than usual.

  It was always the same when she saw the Prince again and she found that she had forgotten how handsome he was and how his dark eyes, which could glow with a passionate fire or appear cynical and slightly mocking, had that penetrating look that seemed to search into the innermost secrets of a woman’s soul.

  “Ivan!”

  The word was an exclamation of joy and he moved towards her with a grace that was untypical of Englishmen and lifted her hand to his lips.

  He kissed her glove conventionally, then with his eyes holding hers captive he drew the soft suede from her hand and kissed her palm.

  She felt herself quiver at the warm insistence of his lips. He drew her across the room to the sofa by the fire and sat down beside her.

  “How are you? You have had a comfortable journey?” he asked. “You were properly looked after?”

  His voice was deep and seductive and, as he spoke, his eyes flickered over her, taking in every detail, Lady Odele thought, of her face, her gown and the orchids that he had given her.

  “Everything was perfect, as it always is when you have arranged it.”

  “You look very lovely.”

  That was what she wanted him to say and she smiled at him beguilingly.

  He sat looking at her.

  Part of his fascination, she thought, was that he was unlike any other man who by this time would have been fondling and kissing her.

  He was controlled and the very waiting for his favours made them, when they came, more exciting.

  “Why did you want me to arrive before the rest of the party?”

  She told herself that she really should wait until he chose his own time to tell her why. At the same time she was extremely curious and she could not prevent herself from asking the obvious question.

  “You know that I wanted to see you,” Prince Ivan replied.

  Lady Odele gave a little sigh of satisfaction.

  “We have at least two days and even then Edward may find something on four legs more amusing than joining me!”

  The Prince laughed.

  “Then we will be very happy together and I have planned many amusements for my guests while, as you well know, the one thing that will amuse me will be you.”

  “Dear Ivan.” Lady Odele purred caressingly. “That is what I wanted you to say.”

  “I expect you would like to change after your journey. We will have tea in here and afterwards I want to talk to you.”

  Lady Odele raised her eyebrows.

  “Talk?”

  “After tea.”

  He rose as he spoke and Lady Odele knew that there would be no use asking him questions and no use doing anything but exactly what he wished.”

  It was undoubtedly one of his strange holds over women that he commanded a
nd they obeyed. He knew exactly what he wanted and did not allow his plans to be changed by anyone.

  He took her to the door. Outside the Groom-of-the-Chambers was waiting and Lady Odele found herself being escorted to her bedroom, where already her maid was unpacking the trunks that had been carried upstairs.

  It was nearly an hour later, for Lady Odele was not able to change quickly, when she returned to the Blue Salon, wearing one of the exquisite gowns that were designed especially for her by the great Frederick Worth in Paris.

  It had a bustle in a waterfall of gathered satin and frilled chiffon that made her look not like a swan but an exotic Bird of Paradise. Her fair hair haloed her Grecian-shaped head and its curled fringe was like a wave above her arched eyebrows.

  Very conscious of her beauty, she moved towards the tea table that had been set on the hearthrug, where the Prince, standing in front of the fire, was watching her appreciatively.

  ‘He loves me,’ she thought complacently.

  She had found, as she expected, that the bedroom allotted to her was in the same wing of The Castle as his private suite.

  She poured out the China tea, knowing, as she did so, that her hands with their long white fingers were being shown to advantage.

  “You have the best tea that I have ever tasted anywhere,” she remarked, “but then, Ivan, everything concerned with you is the best and no one can argue about that.”

  “That is what I wish it to be,” the Prince said. “I thought to myself as you came across the room that there is nobody in England who can boast your grace and beauty.”

  Lady Odele smiled.

  “I doubt that the Prince of Wales would agree with you. He is completely besotted by Mrs. Langtry.”

  “I am aware of that,” the Prince replied. “His Royal Highness and Lillie will be arriving tomorrow.”

  “You did not tell me that this was to be a Royal party!” Lady Odele exclaimed.

  “I did not say it was not,” the Prince countered.

  She knew that she had made a mistake in expecting him to discuss his guests or anything else that concerned him personally with anyone, not even with her.

  “I am, of course, delighted that they are both coming,” she said quickly. “I like Mrs. Langtry, even though most women are extremely jealous of her.”

  She looked at the Prince from under her eyelashes as she spoke and added,

  “And I too shall be very jealous of her, Ivan, if you find her more attractive than me.”

  The Prince did not reply that it was impossible. He merely smiled somewhat enigmatically and Lady Odele went on,

  “I shall console myself with the knowledge that most of the women you have liked have been fair. It is, of course, the attraction of opposites.”

  She glanced at the Prince’s dark shining head as she spoke and she thought that, despite the fact that his mother had been English, everything about his appearance was Russian.

  The Prince put his cup and saucer down on the table and said,

  “Now, I want to talk to you, Odele. I want your help.”

  “My help?” Lady Odele echoed in surprise.

  She had been wondering all the time she was changing what he wished to talk to her about, but, try as she might, she could not imagine for one moment what it could possibly be.

  Although he had asked her to arrive early so that they could be alone, she had not imagined that it was because he wished to make love to her before the rest of his guests arrived.

  She was aware that the Prince would not accept the discomfort of making love on a sofa in the afternoon in imitation of the Prince of Wales and a number of other gentlemen who inevitably copied his example.

  This was necessary only because at that time of the day the husband of the lady in question was usually at his Club and the lovers were unlikely to be disturbed.

  But such clandestine difficulties were quite unnecessary when Lady Odele was sleeping conveniently hear to the Prince’s suite and they would have the night ahead of them.

  Therefore his desire to see her at teatime, Lady Odele was sure, did not concern their love for each other.

  But what else could it be?

  She had racked her brains for an explanation not only on the train but almost every minute since she had arrived at Charl and had found no answer.

  Now she moved from behind the tea table to sit in a more favourable light by the window, aware, as she did so, that her movements, her hair and the discreet glitter of diamonds in her ears were all exceedingly alluring.

  “You know, dearest Ivan,” she said softly, “if I can help you, I am always ready to do so, but I cannot imagine what it can be. You have made me curious to know how can be possible for me to be of assistance.”

  “That is what I am going to tell you and you know, Odele, that because we mean so much to each other, you are the only person whose advice I would ask for in this particular difficulty.”

  Lady Odele draped her hands elegantly on one side of her lap and raised her blue eyes in an attitude of almost childlike attention.

  It seemed to her as if the Prince was feeling for words.

  Then with his usual determined unhesitating manner, which was mitigated by the depth of fascination of his voice, he said,

  “My wife died last week.”

  Lady Odele was startled.

  She had forgotten the Prince’s wife, as everybody else had.

  The Princess was never mentioned, but now that she thought of her, Lady Odele remembered that she had been Hungarian and had been injured many years ago, soon after they were married, in a riding accident.

  It was averred, although the Prince never spoke of her, that she was in fact mad and was shut up in a nursing home in Hungary.

  “It was, of course, a merciful release,” the Prince went on quietly. “She had not recognised anyone for years and it would be pointless to pretend that even her closest relatives will mourn her death.”

  “So you are free,” Lady Odele said softly.

  It flashed through her mind that the Prince might be making her a proposal of marriage. Then she knew that even to think of such a thing was quite ridiculous.

  However outrageously those in the Social world behaved in private, there was one commandment that they always obeyed, one hard and fast rule that was never broken,

  “Thou shalt not cause a scandal!”

  Odele knew that even if the Prince went down on his knees and offered her himself and everything he possessed, she would refuse without even a moment’s hesitation.

  However much she loved a man and she told herself that she loved Ivan perhaps more than she had ever loved anyone, her place in the Social world came first.

  Edward was not only in many ways a kind and generous husband, but he was a favourite of the Prince of Wales and considered a ‘good chap’ amongst the other Stewards of the Jockey Club and the members of White’s Club.

  To leave him would mean social ostracism from everything that made her position in life important and amusing. No one, not even Ivan, could compensate for the loss of that.

  The Prince was now saying,

  “Now that, as you say, I am free, I have made a big decision and this, Odele, is where I want you to help me.”

  “What is your decision?”

  “I must marry again!”

  So he was thinking of marriage.

  Lady Odele drew in her breath, wondering how she could refuse him without losing him.

  “As you are aware,” the Prince continued, “I have no children. My wife was actually with child when the accident occurred that left her a lunatic for the rest of her unhappy life.”

  For a moment his voice was hard.

  Then he went on more softly,

  “But now I want an heir and if possible other sons and daughters to inherit my fortune and to give me what I know will be a new interest.”

  Lady Odele did not speak because she found it difficult to know what she should say.

  “I have though
t over the idea carefully,” the Prince carried on, “and I realise that in my large acquaintance of friends I know very few women of the right age.”

  “What age is that?” Lady Odele asked, thinking that her voice sounded very unlike her own.

  “That is another thing I have thought over carefully,” the Prince said. “I want the mother of my children to be pure and innocent of love except for what I shall teach her.”

  Lady Odele stared at him in astonishment.

  Could Ivan really have said ‘pure and innocent’? It certainly seemed strange from a man who was notorious over the whole of Europe for his love affairs.

  She thought of the hundreds of beautiful women who had thrown their hearts and their bodies at his feet only too eagerly.

  Then, as if she realised that she must now say something, she commented almost tartly,

  “In which case your wife will have to be very young.”

  “Exactly,” the Prince agreed.

  “A young girl on the threshold of womanhood?”

  “That is the person I have in mind.”

  “Are you telling me that you have already asked someone to marry you?” Lady Odele enquired.

  Despite her intention to remain cool and calm, she could not restrain the note of indignation that crept into her voice and the sharpness that invaded the liquid beauty of her eyes.

  The Prince shook his head.

  “That is the trouble I know exactly what I want, but, as you must be aware, Odele, I never meet young girls. They appear not to exist in a world that is filled with sophisticated beauties like yourself.”

  Lady Odele gave an almost audible sigh of relief.

  Now she was beginning to understand why he had turned to her for help.

  “You wish to marry an English girl?”

  “As you know, I find the English an attractive race,” he said, giving her a meaningful look with something very intimate in it, “and I like the way Englishwomen who are well-bred have a pride and a self-control that is hard to find in the women of other nations.”

  “You are also half-English.”

  Lady Odele knew as she spoke that he was intensely proud of his English blood and had followed his father in being completely alienated from everything that was Russian.