by Romy Sommer
She gave in first and sat on the edge of the bed.
That was better.
“When I met you, I had no expectation whatsoever of becoming Arch Duke. I had a great life in California and I wanted you in it. My job has changed but nothing else has. I still want you in my life. I need you in my life.”
“But it’s not just a job, is it? It’s a way of life. And I made it pretty clear from the beginning that I didn’t want to be married.”
“That’s not how you felt the first day we met,” he reminded her gently.
A storm raged in her eyes. “Stop saying that! That wasn’t me. It was the medication.”
“Of course it was you. It’s not like you were on Rohypnol. You still had free will and you chose to marry me. And somewhere underneath all the attitude, I believe you’d make the same choice again, if you’d only give yourself half a chance.”
“However I may or may not have felt when I married you, I definitely don’t want to be married to the ruler of a country. I’ll make a really lousy Princess. I’m way too selfish.”
“I have a selfish streak too. I couldn’t care less what kind of Princess you are, as long as you’re a good wife.”
She arched an antagonistic eyebrow. “And what constitutes being a good wife?”
“Be my friend and my lover. Be honest with me. Exactly as you were the week we spent together in Vegas.”
The flicker of her eyes as she looked away was barely perceptible. “Haven’t you heard the phrase what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas? Nothing that happened that week was real. It was a bit of fun and now the fun is over.”
“It doesn’t have to be. Look at this as another adventure.”
She bit her lip. “So if it doesn’t work out, I’m free to leave?”
That wasn’t quite what he had in mind. “You won’t want to leave.” He had to keep faith in his family’s legacy. He didn’t believe in sorcery but there hadn’t been an unhappy royal marriage in Westerwald since the seventeenth century, and that wasn’t going to stop with him.
He sucked in a deep breath. “I know what I’m asking you is pretty big. I know you don’t trust what’s between us, and I’m asking you to take a leap of faith. You’re going to need to learn to trust me.”
“Why should I?”
He’d promised her the truth. Even if it killed him to admit it. “I wasn’t raised to rule. Not the way Rik was. I’ve pretty much done whatever I wanted all my life and never applied myself to anything. I don’t know that I can do this.”
He’d never admitted it out loud. Not even to his mother in that emotional, turbulent encounter before she’d done what Rik had done, what Phoenix had done: turned tail and run.
“Then don’t. Surely there’s someone else who can take the job?”
He shook his head, breathing out slowly. Too many nights these last two months he’d lain in bed at night in a cold sweat wondering how long it would be before they found him out to be a fraud. Worse, that he’d make a terrible decision and fail the people of Westerwald.
“I’m the last of the line.” He paused to make sure he had her attention. “But when I’m with you I feel like a better person. As if I can do anything. I need you by my side – at least until the coronation is over. I’m not only asking for me. I’m asking for all of Westerwald.”
She frowned, confused.
“My family’s name is mud right now. Since Rik has been proven to be illegitimate, everyone in the world now knows my mother was pregnant with another man’s baby when she married my father. That their marriage was solid and happy for thirty five years no longer matters. The secrets and lies have done their damage.” To more than just the nation. Those secrets had destroyed his faith and he still hadn’t recovered. He doubted Rik had either, wherever he was. Their mother had known the DNA tests would be done. She’d known, and she’d done nothing to fore-warn any of them.
He pushed away the unwanted thoughts and played his last card. “There are a lot of people calling for the monarchy to be abolished.”
She crossed her arms over her chest again. He was more easily able to resist the effect this time. These were serious matters and it was hard to get aroused with the weight heavy on his shoulders.
“That’s a good thing, isn’t it? If they get rid of the whole Arch Duke thing, you can go back to California and the life you want to live.”
The temptation tore at him. If only he could walk away, go back to the States with Phoenix and pick up where they left off. It wasn’t the first time the turmoil had raged inside him, but the battle had never been so hard fought.
After a long moment, he shook his head. “It doesn’t work that way. My ancestors have ruled this region for nearly a thousand years. There is no way I’m going down in history as the Prince who lost it all. The monarchy will not fail. Not on my watch.”
“So what does this have to do with me?”
“If I can get through the coronation and win the people to my side, then when the government re-opens in September and the republicans call for a referendum on the monarchy, they won’t have a leg to stand on.”
She set her hands on her hips. “I repeat: what does any of this have to do with me?”
“The press are all over me at the moment. One whiff of another scandal and there’s a chance the referendum will go ahead. Getting a divorce would definitely constitute a scandal. However, dating a pretty girl will boost my image. It’ll give the people hope and show them there’s a future and not just a past. So I’m asking you not to file the papers. I’m asking you to stick around and be my girlfriend for a while.”
She resumed her pacing and he understood she needed time to think. He left her to it, and moved to the kitchen to open the bottle of wine he’d brought, pouring a generous glass. He needed the alcohol, even if she didn’t.
When he returned to the room, Phoenix stood at the window, looking down over the town to the river below. He could see it as a ribbon of silver even from here. She faced him. “Why me? If you want to avoid scandal, there are other women far better suited to playing your girlfriend. What if the paparazzi rake through my background? It’s not as if I have the most lily white past.”
“Because you’re my wife. I don’t want anyone else but you.” He practically growled. Didn’t she get that she was special? That there was no other woman for him? “Your past won’t matter. Everyone will adore you.”
“How do you figure that?”
“You make friends easily. One smile and every waiter who’s ever served you falls in love with you.”
“What if the press find out about our marriage?”
A marriage was less scandalous than a divorce, but he knew that wasn’t what she was asking. She was wondering how she’d be able to get out of the marriage once it went public. He sipped the wine, but it did nothing to remove the bitter taste from his mouth.
What had happened to the starry-eyed Phoenix who’d said ‘yes’ when he went down on his knees? Or had she been nothing more than a product of a bad mix of champagne and medication?
“They won’t find out.” He said it with a great deal more certainty than he felt, and it worked. She uncrossed her arms. He grinned at the sign of weakening.
“It’s no wonder we don’t have royalty in the US. It’s so darned complicated.”
The exhilarating rush of victory surged through him.
“I’ll stay in Waldburg for a while, at least until your coronation. But…” She held up a hand, commanding his attention. “I have three conditions.” She held up her index finger. “I want this marriage kept secret. Don’t think you’re going to keep me here by leaking the news to the media. I want you to promise you’ll do everything in your power to keep it between us. I don’t mind being your girlfriend but that’s as far as it goes.”
There went that plan, shot down in flames. “I promise.”
Second finger. “I’m not moving into any palace and I’m not giving up my job. If … and only if … the truth leaks out
and you need a convenient wife on hand, will I give up any of my freedom.”
He frowned. That was not part of his plan but he’d live with it … for now. But he was definitely done with sneaking in and out the pantry window.
She raised a third finger. “The moment your coronation is over and your popularity is secured, I reserve the right to leave.”
He would never force her to do anything against her will, though the mere thought of losing her again choked him. Slowly, he nodded.
She smiled. “Then we can get a nice quiet divorce and you can find yourself a more suitable princess. I’m sure there’ll be more than enough willing maidens to help you get over your heartbreak at being dumped.”
Not bloody likely. “That won’t be necessary. You won’t want to leave.” He set down his wine glass and crossed the room.
A smile lifted the corner of her mouth. “Still so cocky?”
“You bet.” He swept the suitcase and its contents off the bed and tumbled her onto it. As his lips met hers, he felt her shiver in response. “And now we’ve agreed you’re going to be around for a while, it’s time we start on the adventure part of this arrangement.”
The light through the window turned an ashen grey.
“So what’s on your agenda today?” Phoenix ran light fingers down over Max’s bare stomach.
“The usual. Meetings with business people who want me to do something for them. Meetings with politicians who want to stop me from doing things for other people. And meetings with officials to talk coronation plans.”
“Sounds like fun. Not.” She lay with her head on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing. Their legs were entangled and he stroked a hand through her hair.
“But this evening I’m going to meet the cellar master of a vineyard in the hills to talk wine. Why don’t you come with me?”
“Go out in public? Tonight?” Phoenix sat up so quickly she nearly bumped her head on the overhead bookshelf. What had she agreed to? She wasn’t ready for this.
“It’s not that public. And I have a surprise for you I guarantee you’ll enjoy.”
“I’ll have to ask Rebekah for the evening off. I don’t think she’ll be too pleased. You won’t believe how busy this town is getting.”
“Text me as soon as you have her answer. Or I could stop by and ask her myself?”
“Don’t you dare!”
The more tequila they’d drunk last night, the less veiled Rebekah’s hints had become about meeting Phoenix’s boyfriend. Phoenix had no idea how she was going to break this news to her.
She rolled to kneel astride Max. “And please make sure you keep your phone switched on for a change.”
“I promise.” He pulled her down to his chest and kissed her, thoroughly enough that she completely forgot there was something else she wanted to ask.
It was another half hour before either of them paid the least thought to the new day. Only when the grey dawn light spread across the bed, did Max reluctantly rise and start to dress.
“You’re going to have to hurry if you don’t want to be seen,” she cautioned.
He buttoned up his shirt, and then bent down to kiss her. “If we were in the castle, I wouldn’t have to sneak away every morning.”
She shook her head. “If we were in the castle, I’d be the one doing the sneaking. And with all the staff and security you have up there, I can only imagine the gossip. Not a great way to avoid scandal.”
“But what a sweet scandal that would be.” He smiled. “You’ve never struck me as a woman who worries about what other people think.”
“It’s not my reputation I’m concerned about.” She stretched languidly, and re-arranged the pillow beneath her head. “Now go. I need my beauty sleep!”
The door clicked behind him, and Phoenix chuckled softly as she burrowed back down into the duvet. She was dating a prince. Dad would have got a real kick out of that.
As for all the stuff she should have told him, like Scarlett O’Hara, she’d think about it tomorrow.
The early dawn had already begun to colour the sky a dusty pink. Nowhere near as spectacular as a Vegas sunset but just as awe-inspiring. Or maybe it was because he was in a mood to be inspired. He hadn’t felt this relaxed and happy in months.
Max strode in through the main gatehouse, past the security booth where the guard gaped at him open-mouthed as he passed. In the inner courtyard Claus stood, dishing out fervent instructions to the group of men surrounding him. As he caught sight of Max he waved the men away and hurried over, relief written all over his face. “Where the hell have you been?”
“I went out for a walk.”
“After midnight? Alone? And you’re only getting back now? Are you insane? I have half the town out searching for you.”
Max felt guilty and puzzled in equal measure. “Why on earth would you do that? I’m not under house arrest am I?”
Claus wiped a hand across his eyes. He looked tired and strained, Max realised. Probably the way he’d looked before he’d found Phoenix again.
“Your brother did a midnight runner on us. As soon as the guards picked you up on the external cameras, they thought it was happening again. And the cabinet will kill me if I let anything happen to you. We’re under strict instructions to escort you wherever you go.”
“Rik disappeared from here?” But of course he had. Their mother had come here after the funeral and Rik had come to talk with her … and there was that unprotected pantry window…
Max smothered a smile. He’d keep his brother’s secret a while longer. “You didn’t seriously think I’d abandon my responsibilities, did you?”
Okay, he didn’t really want the answer to that. Only a few short hours ago, he’d given it serious consideration. He faced Claus. “New ruler, new rule: I’m free to come and go as I please. Unescorted, if I choose. And if the cabinet don’t like it, you send them to me. You’re all going to have to learn to trust me.”
Twice in one evening. He was getting good at this.
“And another thing. If I choose to go out clubbing at two in the morning, or throw wild parties, or hold orgies in the Great Hall, then I’m going to do that too, and no-one’s going to stop me.” Not that orgies were likely to endear him to the public, but damned if he was going to live in any way other than true to himself.
Claus laughed. “You always were the trouble maker when we were kids. Nice to know the old Max is still in there somewhere.”
The thanks should all go to Phoenix. She was the one who’d brought him back to life. He’d been at serious risk of becoming old and boring before his time. Another reason why he needed her at his side if he was going to be any good at this Arch Duke gig.
Claus’ eyes twinkled. “May I ask one favour?”
“Depends what it is.”
“Don’t forget to invite me when you decide to throw that wild party.”
Max laughed. “It’s a deal.” Actually, that wasn’t a bad idea … he’d think about it later. “Now if the fuss is over, I need a shower and breakfast before my meeting with the Archbishop to go through the schedule for the big day. Are you joining us?”
Claus nodded, falling into step beside him. “The car will be ready and waiting to take you down to the cathedral at eight.”
Max paused mid-stride. “It’s less than a mile. We’re not seriously driving?”
“It’s the most secure way to get you there.”
“No-one has tried to assassinate or execute a member of this royal family in three centuries and Westerwald is hardly a breeding ground for terrorism. New rule number two: I’m not going to drive everywhere surrounded by armour-plated glass. I want the people of this country to see I’m as down to earth and human as the rest of them, and that I have the same problems and issues as anyone else.”
Though he doubted most newlywed men had to beg their reluctant brides not to do another runner.
They entered the castle’s inner yard, beneath the ancient iron portcullis that h
adn’t moved in several hundred years, where modern surveillance cameras and infrared detectors now did the job instead.
“And while we’re at it, rule number three: We’re going to clean up our act. This government does not need to waste precious tax money on carbon-burning fuel, and I’m going to set the example.”
And just like that he had his answer. He could do this. Every doubt he’d had about his fitness to rule, or his willingness, was gone. There was no chance he was going to evade his responsibilities. All those things he and Rik had so often talked about, about bringing Westerwald into the 21st century, and about changing the world, that was all up to him now.
Claus laughed. “Albert is going to have an apoplexy. But I like it. I can already see the papers calling you the Green Prince.”
It sure beat being known as the Runaway Prince.
“You look exhausted. Have you seriously been up all night searching for me?”
Claus nodded.
“Go catch a few hours’ sleep before we leave. This castle has enough empty rooms for you to doss down in.”
“Thanks, I will.” Claus yawned and walked away, then checked himself and turned back. “And have you seriously been walking all night?”
Max grinned. “Would it be more believable if I said I spent the night with a woman?”
“Definitely more believable. I’m glad to see you haven’t lost your touch. But, you know, you could simply send a car to bring her up here to the castle.”
If only. He paused in the doorway and faced his friend. “About that ring… I looked into it and it’s not the one we were looking for.” And with that Max headed into the private apartments, past the sleepy guard and into the dark, voluminous Great Hall.
Chapter Eight
Phoenix glanced at her watch. Two minutes to six and Max’s text had said he’d be here as soon as her shift ended at six. She removed her apron, primped her hair in the café’s little restroom, and even added a touch of frosted pink lipstick to her lips.
