By Request Collection Part 3. Robyn Donald
shock.’ He tightened his hold and drew a deep breath that expanded his chest mightily. ‘But I’ve come to know you, Luisa. You’d never go behind my back with another man. You’re honest, genuine and caring. You wouldn’t behave like that.’ The words fell like nourishing rain in her parched soul.
He believed in her?
Her hands trembled with the shock of it.
‘I know Lukas too,’ he continued. ‘We’ve worked together for years. How could I believe the worst, knowing you both?’
‘I—’ Words failed her. Such trust, when Raul had been so badly hurt before, and in the face of such evidence, stunned her. She’d expected a myriad of questions at the very least. Her heart swelled.
‘I thought after Ana—’
‘Forget Ana. I was a fool ever believing myself in love with her. But I got over her years ago. This is about you and me, Luisa. No one else.’
Raul’s intense stare pinioned her, even as relief flared deep inside at the knowledge the other woman was no rival for Raul’s affection. She’d worried about that so long! A burgeoning sense of lightness filled her.
‘Luisa.’ Her name was a sudden hoarse rasp that startled her. ‘I want you to stay. Here, with me. Don’t go to Sydney.’
The trembling in her hands intensified as tenuous joy rose. He believed in her! He wanted her!
It took a moment to realise why.
Disillusionment was bitter on her tongue. She tried to pull away but his grasp tightened.
‘Because of the baby! You want your heir.’ That was why he’d changed his mind about her going. This was about bloodlines. How could she have thought otherwise? She knew to her cost how important royal blood was in this place. Her heart spasmed in distress.
‘Of course I want to be with the baby and you.’
She shook her head, a lead weight settling on her chest. The pain was worse now, more intense after that single moment of hope. She almost cried out.
Despite her efforts to make a place for herself here, Luisa knew she was too impulsive, too casual, too ready to bend the rules to make a good monarch’s wife.
It wasn’t Luisa he wanted, just her unborn child.
‘Please let go of me. This won’t work.’ She didn’t know how she summoned the strength to speak calmly, when inside it felt as if she were crumbling.
For what seemed an age he held her, his gaze sharp on her face. Then finally, when she’d almost given up on him responding, he released her and turned away, his shoulders hunching.
Instantly Luisa missed his warmth, his strength. She looked at her hands, where he’d gripped her so tightly, and it hit her she wasn’t trembling any more.
Stunned, she looked to Raul, the distracted way he shoved a hand through his hair. She stared, not believing what she saw.
It was him. He was shaking all over.
‘Raul?’ Luisa’s voice sounded hollow, as if it came from far away. She didn’t understand what was going on. Her big, strong husband shook like a leaf.
‘Raul! What is it?’
He didn’t answer and she reached out a tentative hand to his shoulder. She felt the tremors running through his large frame.
‘Raul!’ Fear welled. Was he ill?
‘I can’t. I …’ His head sank between his shoulders.
Frantically Luisa tugged at his upper arm, turning him towards her. She rose onto her knees and shuffled closer.
‘What is it? Please, tell me.’
Finally he swung his head towards her. He was haggard as she’d never seen him, his flesh drawn too tight across the bones. Only his eyes looked alive in that spare face. They glittered, overbright.
‘I can’t lose you, Luisa.’ His voice was a whisper of anguish that tore at her. ‘God help me, I can’t let you go. When you said you had to get away I knew I couldn’t force you to stay any longer. But …’
‘Raul?’ She gulped. ‘I don’t understand. What are you saying?’
Luisa stared, dumbfounded, at the man she’d heard give speeches in four languages, charming, persuasive Raul, struggling to get his words out. Her grip eased on his arm and her hand slid up in a soothing caress.
‘I need to look after you, Luisa. You and our baby.’ Her heart somersaulted at the sound of those words: our baby.
‘We’ll come to some arrangement.’ Much as the idea of part-time parents pained her, she knew their baby needed them both.
‘I don’t want an arrangement.’ He lifted his head, the glitter in his eyes different, almost dangerous. ‘I want my wife and child. Here.’ He reached out to grab a rolled up paper from the foot of the bed. ‘This will prove how much I want you here.’
With fumbling hands he thrust it at her, almost ripping the thick parchment as he hastened to unroll it.
‘It’s all in Maritzian.’ Despairingly she skimmed the document, too distracted to concentrate properly. All she took in was the column of seals and signatures at the bottom, beginning with the flourish of Raul’s formal signature and the royal dragon seal.
‘What is it, Raul?’ She’d never seen him like this, so agitated she wanted to cradle him close.
‘It authorises a change in the royal succession from the moment I’m crowned. On that day you’ll become Queen.’
She frowned. ‘That’s no change.’
He shook his head. ‘Queen, not royal consort. You’ll be my equal, my partner in ruling the kingdom.’ His gleaming gaze met hers and the force of it warmed her very soul. ‘How else can I prove what you mean to me? How much I need and trust you?’
Her eyes widened. ‘But you can’t do that! I’m not … not … I don’t have the experience. I wouldn’t know what to do. I—’
He grabbed her hands and held them tight. ‘You’ll learn. I’ll teach you.’ He kissed her palm and shivers of delight ran through her.
‘But Maritz isn’t ready for this. I’m not good at—’
‘Maritz will adapt. You’re capable and honest and caring. You’ll make a perfect queen. For my country. For me. For our child.’ His gaze dipped to her belly and heat sizzled through her.
‘But I break all the rules.’
‘Sometimes they need to be broken. There’s more to life than protocol, you know.’ He smiled, a slow, devastating smile that heated her from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.
‘You’re a princess to make anyone proud. Already our people respect and care for you, because they see how you care about them. You’ve helped them when it counted. You’ve helped me. You’ve changed my life and taught me hope.’
Luisa’s brain whirled. It was too much to comprehend.
‘Can you forgive me, Luisa? Enough to stay and give me another chance?’
She watched him swallow hard and searched her heart for a response. She loved him but was that enough to face the future? To build a life together even in the light of this momentous gesture of faith?
If he hauled her into his arms and swept her away on a tide of passion it would be easy to say yes. She yearned for that. But life wasn’t so simple.
‘It’s not about forgiving the past. It’s about the future.’ She drew a difficult breath, wondering if he’d understand. ‘I want a real marriage. A happy family. I want my child to enjoy being a child, with