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ОглавлениеIT TOOK ANNABELLE four long days to acknowledge Ruby’s existence. At first she completely ignored her, preferring to communicate in her own way with her nanny.
The nanny, Brigette, was thankfully a dedicated and sensible woman. She’d spent all her life in Euronia and had been with the family since Annabelle’s arrival. The little girl trusted her completely, but once Brigette realised Ruby was here to stay and help with Annabelle it was clear she was glad of the assistance. She loved the little girl but felt frustrated that she wasn’t able to help more.
Ruby was patient. But Alex was hovering around her constantly, asking her questions, destroying her concentration and patience. Any time he appeared her senses went into overdrive. The timbre of his voice, the accent, could make her legs turn to mush.
She had to drive a little bit of her anger back into her head. Her anger that she was here for Annabelle—not for Alex. It didn’t matter that it might be irrational. It was the only thing currently keeping her sane.
He appeared at her shoulder, his scent drifting around her. She didn’t even turn around.
‘Alex, you need to leave me to get on with the job. That’s what I’m here to do.’
Annabelle was playing quietly in her room. Flitting between colouring at the table and drawing chalk pictures on her board. There was a television in her room, which she rarely watched, and a tablet on the chair next to her.
She was definitely an interesting study. She was a creative little girl. The drawers at her desk were filled with cardboard, paint, ribbon, glitter and glue. She was never happier than when she was covered in the stuff. But the life of a royal princess meant that she was continually being cleaned, tidied and paraded elsewhere.
The only time she showed interest in the tablet—which she could use easily—was when she watched clips of singing and dancing from films. Annie, The Sound of Music and Seven Brides for Seven Brothers seemed to be the favourites.
There was a mixture of melancholy and frustration that emanated from Alex when he watched Annabelle.
‘But I’m her parent. Aren’t you supposed to talk to me and give me a report?’
Ruby nodded and gave a little sigh. ‘I suppose... But I haven’t finished my full assessment of Annabelle yet. I can only give you my first impressions.’
She turned around to face him, conscious of the fact that she’d be subjected to his killer blue eyes.
‘This will take longer than I thought. I have to wait until Annabelle is ready to communicate with me—to work with me. I’m not going to force myself on her. She’s not that type of kid.’
The smile that spread across his face was one of complete relief. He put his warm hands on her shoulders. ‘That’s why you’re here, Ruby. You’re the first person who’s assessed Annabelle that has said that to me. You don’t care about the time span. You care about the child.’
Because you’re paying me to.
It was an uncomfortable thought racing around in her brain. She was used to working for the health service. She’d never seen private patients before. Every child she’d assessed had been given the best possible assessment. But the health services were pushed for time and it sometimes frustrated her. Here she didn’t have those worries.
Everything about this was a whole new experience. Staying in a palace. Knowing that after ten years she might bump into Alex at any second. The you’re paying me to thought had a tiny bit of self-preservation about it. It kept things in perspective. It kept her grounded. It reminded her why she was actually here.
Alex was still touching her shoulders. She was wearing a sundress and his fingers were in direct contact with her skin. The sensations that were currently running like little pulses down her arms were conflicting with all her previous thoughts.
‘Why don’t we do this somewhere else?
‘What?’
Do what somewhere else? She felt panic rush through her. How exactly had she been looking at him?
He lifted his hand from her shoulder and waved it towards the window. ‘I’ve not been a very good host. Let me show you a little of Euronia.’ He looked down at her sandals. ‘How do you feel about a walk?’
Her sandals were pretty, but flat and comfortable. Her curiosity had definitely flared. ‘I feel fine about a walk.’
‘Then let’s go.’
‘Don’t you need to let your security team know first, Alex?’
He smiled again and shook his head. ‘You know, you’re the only person that actually calls me that.’
‘What?’
‘Alex. No one else calls me that.’
She shook her head in disbelief. ‘What on earth do they call you?’
He shrugged. ‘Prince Regent or Your Majesty. If it’s someone I’ve known a long time they might call me Alexander.’
A different world.
She stepped right up to him, her nose only inches away from his. ‘But I know you as Alex. Always have. Always will.’
He smiled and gestured for her to follow him, and led her down a huge array of corridors and out through one of the back doors of the castle.
The gardens were beautiful—colourful and perfectly groomed. She recognised the marble fountain from an old black and white picture she had seen of Alex and his future wife as children.
They walked across the immaculate expanse of green lawn towards the city. It was officially the smallest city in the world—not much bigger than an average town. But it had grown exponentially as the economy of Euronia had grown.
‘Did you play in these gardens when you were a child?’
He nodded. ‘Yes. There’s a secret maze in the forest over there. And my father ordered a tree house to be built and it took the carpenter nearly a whole year.’ He gave a little sigh. ‘Annabelle is still a little young to play in it. I don’t even think she’ll like it.’
‘Haven’t you ever shown it to her?’
He shook his head. ‘I’ve been too focused on other things when it comes to Annabelle. We haven’t got around to anything like that.’
Ruby nodded and bit her tongue. It was important that she find out about the relationship between Alex and his daughter. It wouldn’t do well for her to criticise, but she could already imagine the kind of recommendations she might make.
‘Well, if you show it to me some time maybe I can give you some suggestions on how to make it more appealing to a little girl.’
He gave a little nod as they approached a gate in the high walls. Alex keyed in a code and the door swung open.
‘Won’t that set off alarms everywhere?’
‘No. It’s my code. They’ll know it’s me that’s opened the door.’
The back entrance opened directly on to the sea cliffs. The breeze was startlingly stiff and she shivered. She should have brought a cardigan, but the light summer breezes on the castle balcony had been pleasing.
Her bright pink dress whipped around in the wind and Alex pulled off his jacket and put it over her shoulders. The first thing she noticed was the smell of his aftershave as she slid her arms into the jacket and pulled it around her.
‘Do you do this often?’
‘Of course.’ He raised his eyebrows. ‘Do you think I spend all my time holed up in the castle?’
‘I have no idea, Alex. I have no idea what you do at all.’
She heard him suck in a breath. She wasn’t trying to bring up the past, but if she wanted to help Annabelle she had to have a good idea about the environment in which she lived.
The walk into the centre of the city was pleasant. It was less than a mile and they browsed at the shop windows, with several of the shopkeepers coming out to speak to them. One gave Alex some cheese, another some ham wrapped in paper.
‘Your favourite,’ he said with a smile.
The clothing and jewellery shops were spectacular. No prices in any window. Ruby could only imagine how much things actually cost around here.
She was surprised at how relaxed everything was. The palace was much more formal. People nodded to Alex in the street, but no one seemed in awe of him.
They’d reached the casino in the middle of the city. ‘Would you like to sample some of the best cake in Euronia?’ he asked.
‘Is it better than the cake in Paris?’
Their eyes met. It was a moment. A second for them both to remember that night ten years ago in Paris. Both of them were smiling, as if it were an automatic reaction to the memory.
He leaned forward a little, the heat from his body emanating towards her. ‘The cake in Paris won’t even come close to the cake in Euronia.’
She lifted her head. They were so close. ‘Is that a promise?’
He slid his hand around her back and pulled out a chair for her. ‘Absolutely.’
The café Alex had chosen was opposite the casino. She’d seen pictures of the place on the internet. Just about every visitor who came to Euronia visited this café and watched the coming and goings at the casino.
‘Aren’t you worried you’ll get harassed here?’
He shook his head. ‘It’s Sunday. No cruise ships moor at Euronia on a Sunday and no bus tours run. Today’s the best day for me to take a walk around.’
The owner of the café appeared and nodded at Alex. ‘The usual coffee and cake, Your Highness?’ Alex nodded. ‘And for the beautiful lady?’
‘You should go and look in the glass cabinet. The cakes are amazing.’
Ruby stood up and walked over to the cabinet, spending a few minutes talking to the café owner before finally settling on a strawberry and cream sponge.
It was surreal. Sitting in the warm sunshine of Euronia with Alex.
These were the kind of things that had drifted into her imagination in the early days. Fanciful thoughts of what might have been.
Alex seemed happy here—more relaxed than he was in the palace, which was strange, as that was his home.
He drank his steaming coffee and devoured a piece of chocolate cake as soon as it appeared. He held out his fork towards her. ‘Try some.’
She hesitated, then leaned forward, opening her mouth. ‘Mmm, it’s delicious. You’re right. The cakes here are nicer than in Paris.’
He licked some chocolate from his lips and nodded towards her strawberry and cream sponge. ‘What? All of them?’
She raised her eyebrows at him and waved her fork. ‘I’m warning you—Prince or no Prince. Touch my cake and I’ll spear you with my fork.’
He threw back his head and laughed. ‘I’m sure you offered me a piece of your cake in Paris.’
She winked at him as she took another bite. ‘I might have. But I was trying to impress you then.’ She smiled and shrugged. ‘Those days are gone.’
‘You’re not trying to impress me now?’
‘No,’ she said solemnly. She reached one hand over to his. Her other one was poised carefully. ‘I’m just trying to distract you so I can steal some more of your chocolate cake.’
Her fork swooped in and she grabbed another piece.
He held the hand resting over his. ‘That’s what I like about you, Ruby. What I remember. A girl who likes to eat cake.’
She licked her fork. ‘It’s my best talent. It’s taken years and years of practice.’
She liked this. He was relaxed here. He was much more like the Alex she remembered. Around the palace he seemed so much more uptight.
‘How long has the casino been open?’ She watched the stream of people entering and leaving.
‘Almost three hours.’
She glanced at her watch. ‘But it’s only one o’clock in the day. I thought gambling would be a night-time kind of thing.’
‘Have you ever been to Las Vegas or Atlantic City?’
She shook her head. ‘So people gamble here all day?’
He nodded.
‘And is that good or bad?’
He fixed his blue eyes on hers. ‘You mean for the people, or for the place?’
She shrugged, ‘Both, I guess. I don’t really know that much about gambling.’
‘Neither do I. But tourism is one of the ways to bring money into Euronia. The new port means that cruise ships can easily moor here. We open up part of the castle for tours at different times of the year. We’ve spent money building five-star hotels that keep the rich and famous happy. And we have some of the most beautiful venues for weddings in the world. That, and the tax benefits, mean that Euronia thrives.’
She listened to his words carefully, hearing the underlying pride as he said them. Ten years ago there had been financial predictions that Euronia would have to be taken over by another country to remain viable. None of those predictions had come true.
‘Is that why you went to Harvard and studied business—to find a way to help Euronia?’
He gave a rueful smile. ‘If I’d had my way I would have gone to Harvard to study chemistry or physics.’
She sat back in her chair. ‘Really? You like that kind of thing?’
He nodded. ‘Of course I do. Doesn’t every little boy want to be an astronaut? I still want to. Science, maths or engineering—that’s what you need a degree in.’
She couldn’t help but smile. This was the Alex she’d met back in Paris. This was the guy who’d kissed her until her toes tingled. This was the guy she’d lost a tiny little piece of her heart to.
‘You really looked into this?’
‘Of course I did.’
She finished the last piece of her cake and licked the fork. It had been delicious. Now she knew this place existed she would try to take a daily trip.
He glanced towards her and it sent a tingle right down to her toes. A cheeky look, a flirtatious look, a maybe-none-of-those-things look, but there was no denying its effect.
It made her feel exposed. It made her feel as if all those fleeting thoughts, all those ridiculous daydreams about being here in Euronia, were being instantly read in her mind.
‘Now I’m sold on the cake here I want to come back.’
‘I’ll bring you any time you like.’
‘Good. Because I want you to bring us tomorrow.’
‘Us?’
‘Yes. You, me and Annabelle. I’ve watched her in the palace. Later on I’m going to watch her at nursery. But I also need to see how the two of you interact together.’
‘But you’ve seen her with me in the last few days.’
‘That was in the palace. This is different.’ She held out her hands. ‘This is normal.’
He raised his eyebrows at her. ‘My life isn’t normal?’
She sighed. ‘No, Alex. Your life isn’t normal. But Annabelle’s should be. She’s just a little girl. I want to see her come and eat cake or ice cream with her dad.’
If it was possible his tanned face paled. He took a few moments, and she could almost see the thoughts flickering across his face.
Alex had been so relaxed around her for the last hour. She was just praying that the palace portcullis wasn’t about to come down, slamming into place.
He gave a slow nod and lifted his bright blue eyes to meet hers. He didn’t get it. When he looked at her like that it was magnetising. She couldn’t pull herself away if she tried.
She hated it that after ten years he could still do that to her. Still make her feel as if she was the only person around. Make all the noise and people around them just fade into the background.
Her mouth was instantly dry. She wanted to lick her lips, but was afraid of what that might suggest. It might let him know exactly what she was thinking. And none of her current thoughts could ever be acknowledged between them.
There was one way to break this spell.
‘Tell me about your wife, Alex. Tell me about Annabelle’s mother.’
There. He looked as if she’d just sucker-punched him. Truth be told, she really didn’t want to talk to Alex about his wife. She didn’t need to hear how beautiful or wonderful she’d been—the press had already let the world know that. She especially didn’t want her stomach to clench so hard she might be sick.
But this was it. This was the way to stop her thinking about her prince. Her prince. She was still doing it. It was natural.
And this was a natural question to ask Alex. If she wanted to assess Annabelle properly she had to know the family circumstances.
‘What do you want to know?’ His voice was hoarse.
She signalled to the waiter. ‘Can we have some water, please?’ She needed to do something with her own scratchy throat.
The sun was shining down on them, warming her arms and legs. This should be perfect. She was sitting in the most gorgeous setting. From this café she could look across the square at the port and see million-dollar boats bobbing on the sea in front of her. Across from her was the guy she’d thought about for the last ten years.
But she’d just managed to ruin the mood completely. It was time to stop things being personal—it was time to be professional.
‘What happened with Sophia? I’ve seen pictures of the two of you sitting on the fountain at the castle as children. You obviously knew her for a long time?’
He ran his fingers through his dark hair. She was conscious of the furrows in his brow, the lines around his eyes.
He took a deep breath. ‘Sophia was my oldest friend. Even though she lived in a neighbouring country our fathers were constantly doing state business together. She was always here.’
Ruby sipped the water the waiter had brought. Nothing would get rid of the dryness in her throat. ‘And...?’
He looked at her, then quickly looked away again—almost as if he was embarrassed to speak about Sophia in front of her.
She licked her lips. She wanted to tell him that she only needed to know about Annabelle. But her insides were churning. This was the moment when she’d hear the things she’d always known.
His voice had the slightest tremor. It was only because she was listening so intently that she noticed.
‘Sophia came to me after everything had happened. After my father had had the stroke and I’d been made Prince Regent.’ His hands went back to his hair. ‘Things were a mess. I was totally consumed by finances, by looking for new opportunities for Euronia. But Sophia was sick. I knew it as soon as saw her.’
He sat back in his chair. His body was rigid. One hand clenched in a fist.
‘I was furious. She hadn’t told me anything.’ He fixed his eyes on a point over her shoulder. ‘The speculation was right. She had breast cancer. It was terminal. Sophia came and told me after she’d tried a number of treatments. She’d already made her mind up that she didn’t want to do that any more.’
There was a sheen across his eyes and it made Ruby’s heart ache for him. But down in the pit of her stomach there was something else. A tiny smattering of jealousy that he’d felt so much for this woman.
‘So you got married?’
She tried to make it sound casual. But her voice was tight and she knew it. She just hoped he wouldn’t notice.
Alex gave the slightest nod of his head.
‘Sophia came to me. She told me her diagnosis. She told me the one thing she wanted in the world was to have a baby before it was too late. I couldn’t say no to her. I just couldn’t. I loved her. People had speculated for years that we would marry—but it never entered our heads. Sophia had plans—she had big plans. She was so creative...she loved art and design. But she also had a really inquisitive nature. She was torn between design and journalism. She loved to write. She had sketches and sketches of dress designs.’
He sighed,
‘And then...’ he lifted his hand ‘...the cancer.’ He shook his head. ‘It was as if all her dreams just evaporated. She’d already made up her mind before she came to see me. If we had a child together it would seal the fate of our two kingdoms. Sophia was an only child. When she died her whole dynasty would die with her. She didn’t want that to happen.’ His voice steadied. ‘Neither of us wanted that to happen.’
He pressed his lips together.
‘You probably already know this, but when Sophia’s father dies Annabelle will be Queen of Leruna. If he dies before Annabelle comes of age I’ll be Regent to the two principalities.’
His lifted his eyes and met her gaze full-on. The implications were huge. He was telling her he’d made a pact with his childhood friend. They’d married. They’d had a child together. They’d cemented their relationship and safeguarded the future of two countries. How noble.
She was trying hard not to be bitter. And there was still a tiny flicker of hope. He hadn’t said Sophia was the love of his life. He’d said he loved her. That was different.
Ruby felt her voice wobble. ‘She was really young to have breast cancer, Alex.’
‘I know.’ He paused. ‘She had the gene.’ It came out in a whisper.
Her breath caught in her throat. ‘Sophia had the gene?’ Everyone had heard about ‘the gene’ by now—the mutation linked with breast and ovarian cancer. ‘What about Annabelle?’
He shook his head. ‘I had her tested. She’s not affected.’
Her breath left her in a whoosh. ‘Oh, wow. You must be so relieved.’ She toyed with the glass of water in her hands. ‘I know it’s a silly question, but was there nothing else they could do? It’s just that...wouldn’t the pregnancy have made a difference to her cancer? I thought they recommend that you don’t get pregnant if you have that type of cancer?’
His face was serious. ‘Sophia was very single-minded. She knew that she would die eventually. Having a child was the most important thing to her in the world. She could have had some type of chemotherapy while she was pregnant—but she refused. She did have some immediately following delivery. But she was so weak. So tired. She only took the treatment to prolong her time with Annabelle. Once she realised how sick it was making her, and how it really didn’t make any difference to the outcome, she decided to stop everything. She wanted some time with Annabelle.’
‘And did she have time with Annabelle?’
Ruby was trying to work out the impact on the child. Annabelle couldn’t have been much more than a baby. Was there any chance that what had happened then might have had an impact on her future? It seemed unlikely. There was lots of debate as to when a child formed its first memories. Most researchers thought it happened around the age of three. But Ruby had seen a lot of things in her work that had made her question that.
‘She had a few months. She spent every possible second with Annabelle. By the end she was just too tired, too sick. Annabelle was in her arms when she died. She was only eleven months old.’
‘It must have been devastating for you.’
‘She was my childhood friend—the person I grew up with. If my father hadn’t had the stroke, if Sophia hadn’t had breast cancer, lots of things might have been different.’
Something flickered across his eyes. A tiny moment of recognition. An awareness. A regret.
‘I’m sorry, Ruby,’ he whispered.
Tears filled her eyes. It was an acknowledgement, however brief, of what had happened between them. He was laying everything out on the table for her. It was just the two of them. No one else to interrupt. No one else to interfere.
He reached over and touched her cheek—just as he had all those years ago in Paris. He tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.
Silence. For the longest time. Lots of words unspoken.
His fingers stroked across her cheek. So many things wanted to spill out of her. But her frustration was dissipating. The years had passed. She couldn’t be angry with him any more. She’d lived a whole ten years of her life without him. He’d always been in the background of her mind. No matter how hard she’d tried to push him away. But her memories of Alex were memories of one New Year’s Eve and a moment in time.
The Alex she saw in front of her now was the one that really existed. A father. A prince with the responsibilities of a country—two countries. Someone who’d set aside his career ambitions to fulfil his duty to his country. Someone who’d just told her that he was sorry. That meant more than anything.
She’d been harbouring an illusion for the last ten years. Trouble was, the reality was better than the dream.
She felt a rush of blood to her cheeks, but Alex had reached across the table and taken her hand.
‘Thank you, Ruby. Thank you for doing this for me. Thank you for doing this for my daughter.’
She stood up quickly. His daughter.
‘It’s time to go. I need to get back and plan for the nursery with Annabelle and her nanny.’
He was being kind. He was being sweet. He was thanking her for doing her job.
Her job. The one he was paying her to do.
If Alex was disturbed by her abruptness he didn’t show it. He just signalled to the waiter and left some money on the table.
Her cheek was burning from where he’d touched her. It almost felt as if he’d left a mark on her skin.
She needed some distance. She needed some space.
Most of all she needed to remember why she was here—to assess a little girl. Nothing more. Nothing less.
