The Monarch's Son. Valerie Parv
start to mist and automatically lowered her lashes. “This morning he told me he misses his mother since she died.”
“Just over a year ago now,” Lorne supplied tautly, his raw tone confirming Allie’s suspicion that he didn’t want her around because she reminded him of what he had lost. She felt even worse when he added, “Your talk of koalas stirred memories for my son.”
She lifted her gaze to him, not caring if he saw the moistness in them. “I assure you it wasn’t my intention. He’s a delightful little boy. I wouldn’t have said anything to hurt him deliberately.”
The prince’s features hardened perceptibly. “If you had, you would have me to answer to.”
She released the breath she had been unaware of holding. “Is there any way I can make it up to him?”
“There’s a way,” he said shortly. “Nori obviously likes your company. I spend as much time as I can with him but affairs of state are no respecter of vacations. You could agree to become his companion and ensure he enjoys his holiday a lot more.”
Indecision gripped her. Lorne was asking her to stay for his son’s sake, not for himself, she understood. But what about his disturbing effect on her? From first meeting his impact on her had been considerable. Of course, he would be busy working and she wouldn’t have to see much of him, she told herself. The thought should have reassured her, but for some reason it had the opposite effect. “What about his tutors or the nanny someone mentioned, can’t they help?” she asked.
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