The Princess Bride

by Rebecca Winters

  “Dealing with the demands of the island takes a lot out of a person.” Enrique narrowed his gaze as he spoke to Alejandro. “Something you would know little about, brother.”

  Jules waited for Alejandro to fire back a smart-assed comment. He took a sip of wine instead. When he finished, he wiped his mouth with a napkin. His dark eyes revealed nothing of his thoughts. “Sleep well, Father.”

  With that, King Dario departed.

  Silence filled the dining room. The servers seemed to have vanished along with the king. Jules counted to one hundred by tens in Japanese. When could she say good-night without drawing suspicions to herself?

  “I have work to attend to.” Enrique scooted his chair away from the table. “If you do not mind,” he said to her as if an afterthought.

  Perfect! Her entire body felt as if it were smiling. “I don’t mind.”

  “I was planning to hit the clubs,” Brandt said with eager anticipation in his voice.

  Yes! She couldn’t have arranged this any better if she’d planned it. “Take Klaus with you.”

  Brandt rolled his eyes.

  “Listen to your sister,” Alejandro suggested. “You’ll be thankful you have a bodyguard should things get out of hand.”

  “My brother knows the island’s club scene intimately.” Derision dripped from each of Enrique’s word. “He’s often at the center of the melees.”

  Jules didn’t like his tone. She often gave her four brothers a hard time and teased them, like any big sister, but she never spoke with such disrespect.

  “Please, Brandt,” she said. “Father would never forgive me if something happened to you.”

  “And vice versa.” Brandt directed a warm smile full of love her way. “I’ll have Klaus accompany me.”

  Relieved, she smiled at him. “Thank you.”

  Enrique remained seated in his chair, but he looked ready to bolt out any minute. She wished he’d go.

  “What will you do tonight, Julianna?” he asked.

  “Oh, I don’t know.” She forced herself not to look at Alejandro. “Read. Watch TV. I’ll find something to do.”

  She wiggled her toes in anticipation of what she would actually be doing.

  Enrique rose from the table. “Then I’ll bid you good-night and see you tomorrow.”

  Jules watched him exit the dining room. The atmosphere seemed less stuffy with Enrique gone. Her uncharitable thought brought a stab of guilt. He was her future husband. She’d best accept him as he was.

  Alejandro rose. “I’m going to say good-night, also.”

  “Will I see you later?” Brandt asked.

  “Not tonight,” Alejandro said. “I have a prior engagement.”

  Yes, he did. She bit back a smile. In two hours and twenty-two minutes she would meet him at a private dock. The map, a headlamp and everything else she needed were sitting inside a duffel bag she’d found in her closet this afternoon.

  “Blonde or brunette?” Brandt asked.

  Alejandro laughed at the innuendo. “I wish I could say differently, but unfortunately it’s not that kind of…engagement.”

  Jules tried to figure out what Alejandro meant. That he wished he were seeing a different woman or he wished he were meeting her under different circumstances? Not that he would or she could. But still…

  “You can meet me at a club later,” Brandt said.

  Alejandro glanced her way. “Maybe I will.”

  “No.” The two men looked at her with surprised expressions. Jules’s heart dropped to her feet. She hadn’t meant to say the word out loud. “I mean, do you know how long you’ll be, Alejandro? Brandt might not want to stick around one club waiting for you to show up.”

  Brandt shook his head. “Stop being such a big sister, Jules. He can text me when he arrives.”

  “Oh, right,” she said. “You know how often I go clubbing.”

  “You’ve never been to a club,” Brandt said.

  She’d never been allowed to go. She always wondered if her bodyguards were more concerned protecting her or ensuring she remained a virgin so her father could use that in marriage negotiations. “Exactly.”

  “Your sister’s correct, though,” Alejandro said. “I have no idea how long I’ll be. I may not make it.”

  Brandt shrugged. “More lovely ladies for me.”

  “Save some for us tomorrow night.”

  Her brother grinned. “You’re on.”

  Jules didn’t want to think about tomorrow and the life waiting for her as Enrique’s bride and future queen. She wanted tonight to last forever. She wanted it to start now.

  She rose from the table. “Good night, gentlemen. I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening.”

  “I hope you’re not too bored here alone,” Brandt said.

  “Don’t worry. I won’t be bored at all.” Her gaze met Alejandro’s for a moment. “Tonight is exactly what I need.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  TWO HOURS LATER, Jules stood in the walk-in closet in her room. The headlamp she wore illuminated the dark space. She wore sailing clothes two sizes too big, a short, dark wig and a cap. She clutched a map in her left hand. With a steadying breath, she searched for the hidden latch with a trembling right hand.

  She’d never disobeyed her father or anyone else for that matter. She’d never come close to doing anything illicit unless you counted eating an entire bag of chocolate in one sitting. But this…

  Her heart pounded against her chest.

  You’re in experienced hands, Princess.

  Alejandro’s words gave her a needed boost of courage.

  Jules’s fingers brushed across something. She sucked in a breath. The latch. She pressed the small, narrow lever. Something squealed. She stepped backward. A secret door opened to reveal a staircase.

  Her insides quivered with a mix of nerves and excitement and a little fear.

  She stood at the threshold and glanced down the pitch-black stairwell. The headlamp illuminated the narrow steps.

  Jules ventured forward onto the first step with a slight hesitation. Nerves bubbled in her tummy. She found a latch on the inside of the passageway and closed the secret door.

  The steep staircase led to a tunnel that looked as if it had been there for decades, possibly a century or more. She wondered what the tunnel had been used for in the past. Had other princesses used it to escape?

  Her feet carried her across a packed dirt floor. Weathered, thick wood beams reinforced the walls and ceiling. The map said the tunnel was two kilometers long. The distance felt longer with the inky shadows stretching out in front of her.

  Something gray darted across the floor at the edge of the headlamp beam.

  Her breath caught in her throat. She shivered with a sense of foreboding. Nothing like being in an underground tunnel with rodents for companionship.

  Not rodents, she corrected. Mice.

  “No rats in the palace,” she muttered. “No rats in the palace.”

  With the words as her mantra, Jules continued forward. Adrenaline quickened her pace. More creatures scurried across the floor or ran along the walls. Her nerves increased. She wanted out of here. Now.

  She came to a wrought-iron gate secured with a combination lock. She pulled the lock toward her and dialed in the digits written on the map: 132823. The lock clicked open.

  The sound of freedom.

  Jules opened the gate and stepped through with all the excitement of Christmas morning back when she was a child. She exited the tunnel and found herself in a grotto. No one would ever guess inside one of the rocks was a secret tunnel. She memorized the spot where she’d come out.

  Following a paved path, her apprehension rose. She had no idea where she was. Insects chirped and buzzed. But she saw no people, no other lights.

  Keep going.

  Alejandro had planned the outing so she wouldn’t get caught. A good thing, Jules knew. She trusted him for the reason she’d told him. She had no other choice if she wanted to sail. She couldn’t
have pulled this off on her own in spite of her bravado on the beach last night.

  She continued walking, unable to shake her uneasiness at being out here secluded yet exposed. Not that she was about to turn around. This opportunity was too important.

  Being out here alone, without servants, bodyguards, chaperones or family, was something she rarely got to do. She might be fighting nerves, but the experience gave her a little thrill.

  The canopy and walls of rocks gave way to a large field of grass with gardens on either side. The moonlight eased some of her anxiety.

  The path led her up a rise. She heard the sound of waves crashing against the shore. At the top, she stopped, mesmerized by the sight of the sea. The beach had to be below her somewhere, but she focused on the water. Light from the full moon shimmered like silver on the crests of the waves.

  Jules’s breath caught in her throat.

  So beautiful.

  As she descended the path toward the water, she noticed a light shining. A lone lamppost stood on a short dock with a sailboat moored at the end.

  Her pulse rate quadrupled, as did her excitement. She’d found the place without getting lost or caught.

  Jules hurried down the path, eager to hop onboard and set sail.

  A figure stood in the cockpit of the boat. A man. Alejandro. Her heart gave a little lurch of pleasure.

  He waved.

  Jules waved back.

  Alejandro reached below deck. The running lights illuminated—red on port, green on starboard and white on the stern.

  Exhilaration shimmied through her. She could forget about duty and obligation tonight. She could be herself and sail on the ocean like a bird set free from its cage.

  With Alejandro.

  He motioned for her to join him in the boat.

  Shoulders back. Chin up. Smile.

  This time it came naturally. No effort required. Jules turned off her headlamp. She no longer needed the light with the lamppost on the dock.

  Tingles filled her stomach. She couldn’t imagine sharing tonight with anyone else.

  As Julianna walked along the private dock with a clear spring to her step, the tension in Alejandro’s shoulders eased. He’d planned her escape from the palace with the precision of a military operation. His efforts had seemed to work. With one foot in the cockpit and the other on the rail, he waited for her to come to him.

  She stopped two feet away from the boat. “Your map was spot-on, Alejandro.”

  He liked the way his name rolled off her tongue. She might sound like the same elegant princess he’d met yesterday, but she looked nothing like the woman who had stared down her nose at him, cried in his arms on the beach and prompted him to rename his cat. The disguise had completely changed her appearance.

  He looked beyond her to the path leading up to the cliff, but only saw a few trees. Anyone who ventured out here on this late night would be trespassing. He’d picked this secluded spot for that reason. “Were you seen?”

  “Not that I know of,” she said. “Though I doubt anyone would recognize me if they saw me.”

  A satisfied smile settled on his lips. “You’re right about that.”

  Baggy clothes covered Julianna’s feminine curves and round breasts. A short, brown wig and America’s Cup baseball cap hid her luxurious blond hair. With all the makeup scrubbed from her face, no one would mistake the fresh-faced kid for fashion icon Princess Julianna of Aliestle.

  “You look like a teenager,” he added.

  “A teenage boy,” she clarified. “You picked an excellent disguise for me.”

  She sounded appreciative, not upset. That surprised him a little. Most women wouldn’t want to look like a boy. But then again, she hadn’t wanted to get caught. A good disguise had been necessary.

  “I had no problems, except Ortiz might want to reconsider his claim about no rats in the palace. I saw mice, and something…larger in the tunnel.”

  “Ortiz doesn’t know about the tunnels. Only the royal family knows of their existence and an architect long dead,” Alejandro explained. “The tunnels were built by pirates to hide treasure. When the king had them attached to the palace, a hand-selected crew was used. They were blindfolded and had no idea where they were working.”

  “How did the royal family find out about the tunnels?”

  He grinned. “Supposedly my great-great-great grandfather was a king and pirate.”

  She laughed. The intoxicating sound floated on the air and made him want to inhale.

  “You think that’s funny.”

  “A little,” she admitted. “But I’m not surprised you come from a line of pirates.”

  “Not a line,” he clarified. “One pirate.”

  Amusement gleamed in her eyes. “If you say so.”

  “I do.”

  “Aye, aye, Captain,” she teased.

  It was his turn to laugh. Alejandro liked knowing he wasn’t the only black sheep in his illustrious family line. He’d embraced the fact he had a pirate ancestor and thought others might, too. The island could capitalize on the colorful past except his father and brother didn’t want the knowledge made public. “Ahoy, matey.”

  With an eager smile, she inspected La Rueca from bow to stern. “Lovely boat.”

  “I’m pleased with how she turned out.” Alejandro touched the deck. He’d put everything he knew about boats and a fair share of money into her design. “Though she is untested in an actual race. The Med Cup will be interesting.”

  “You don’t sound concerned.”

  “I’m not.” If he were, he wouldn’t have entered La Rueca in the race. “I’m confident she can perform and be competitive with the right wind and crew.”

  Julianna looked at the boat’s name written in script on the stern. “La Rueca.”

  “The Spinning Wheel.”

  “Interesting name.”

  He stared at her slightly annoyed. “I already caved on the kitten. Are you going to challenge me on my boat’s name, too?”

  “No, but I’m curious if it has a special meaning.”

  “Most boat names do.”

  “What’s the meaning behind yours?”

  Alejandro remembered how persistent she’d been about the kitten’s name. He had to tell her something. “La Rueca is a reminder that I haven’t been spinning my wheels when it comes to boatbuilding.”

  “Spinning your wheels?” she asked.

  Wanting to put an end to this topic of conversation, he lowered his one foot to the floor of the cockpit, reached back and started the outboard motor. He left it running in neutral. “Now is not the time.”

  “Later?”

  “Do you always pester so much?”

  “I’m sorry.” Julianna raised her voice to talk over the idling motor. “Occupational hazard.”

  “Of being a princess?”

  “Of having four younger brothers who never tell me anything unless I pester and pry. They are the only males, men, I’m allowed to be alone with for any extended period so they get the brunt of my curiosity.” She looked around, not meeting his eyes. “Being out here with you like this…”

  His annoyance disappeared. He appreciated her honesty. He also acknowledged the risk she was taking.

  “It’s okay. I’m not used to having a sister around.” Though he didn’t feel brotherly toward Julianna at all. “This is new for both of us.”

  She smiled softly. “I hope La Rueca turns out to be everything you wish for.”

  “Thanks. It’s looking pretty good.” And it was. A new sailboat design, a full moon and a beautiful woman to share a sail with tonight. She was so easy to talk to. He liked how she laughed.

  Remember, sister-in-law. Julianna belonged with Enrique, not Alejandro. The realization left him feeling adrift.

  Time to set a new course. They’d spent enough time talking. The longer they were out here, the more likely they were to be caught.

  Alejandro extended his arm from the cockpit. “Climb aboard.”

 
; Julianna’s hand clasped and melded with his. Heat shot up his arm. The reaction startled him, but he didn’t let go. Truth was, he liked how her hand fit in his.

  Her disguise might fool others, but not him. He knew she wasn’t a teenager but a grown woman with lush, feminine curves. He’d held her in his arms and smelled the sweet fragrance of her shampoo. He wouldn’t mind doing that again.

  She stepped onto the boat and released his hand. As Alejandro flexed his fingers, she inhaled deeply. “I love the salty air.”

  “Wait until you get a taste of the sea spray.”

  “I’m looking forward to it.” Gratitude shone in her eyes. “Thank you for going to so much trouble. Not many people would do this for a total stranger.”

  “It’s my pleasure.” And it was. Julianna looked so young, eager and pretty. Very, very pretty. “Besides you’re not a stranger. You’ll be family soon. My sister-in-law.”

  Alejandro said the words more for his benefit than hers. He waited for her to respond, but she didn’t.

  Julianna stared up at the clear, starry sky. The moonlight made her ivory complexion glow. Enrique didn’t seem to understand the lovely princess from Aliestle. She was more than a showpiece, more than her dowry. She was a stunning, intelligent woman… Alejandro wondered why King Alaric had picked Enrique to be her husband. His brother had some admirable qualities, even if they disagreed over how best to help their country. But Julianna could do so much better.

  “The weather is cooperating with us tonight.” Her voice sounded lower, a little husky…sexy. Desire skimmed across his skin. “Lucky,” she added.

  Getting lucky tonight would be the perfect end to a midnight sail. Not that she would. Or he…

  Yes, he would. The thought brought a lump of guilt to his throat.

  “Let’s get underway. I’ll cast off.” He motioned to the wheel. “Are you comfortable steering while we motor away from the dock?”

  “Yes.” She made her way toward the wheel. He moved out of her path, but her backside brushed him.

  Heat burst through Alejandro. What the hell?

  He didn’t understand why he kept reacting to Julianna. She was his ticket to an independent life. He needed to control himself. A mistake could cost him his freedom from his father and the monarchy.