Royal Seducer / Bossman Billionaire. Kathie DeNosky
farming. Some considered it archaic, but she saw it as quaint and charming.
“It’s magnificent,” she told him, gazing up from the car window.
“Do you know the history between our two countries?”
“Only that they’ve been rivals for many years.”
“It’s a fascinating story. Were you aware that both islands used to be ruled by one family? A king and queen with two sons. Twins, born only minutes apart.”
“Their names wouldn’t have been Thomas and Morgan, would they?”
He smiled. “In fact, they were. When the king died, the princes became ensnared in a battle over who would be become the next ruler. They each felt they deserved the title. When an accord couldn’t be reached, one challenged the other to a duel.” He paused for dramatic effect. “To the death.
“The survivor would reign as king. But their mother couldn’t bear the thought of losing either one of them, and begged them not to fight. She suggested a compromise. They could split the kingdom by each taking one of the islands. They agreed, but their discord was so bitter, they never spoke again.”
“That’s so sad.”
“To spite the other, each chose his own name for his island. Their subjects, as a show of loyalty to their respective kings, were banned from visiting the island on which they didn’t reside, or even communicating with its people. Many families were broken and businesses ruined.”
“What about the queen? Which island did she choose?”
“She refused to choose between her sons and was banished from both islands.”
She pressed a hand to her heart. “Oh, my goodness, how awful!” How could they banish their own mother?
“It took hundreds of years to put our history behind us,” he said. “That’s why it’s so important that we maintain accord between our two countries. Joining our resources could benefit both our islands. Both of our societies. Both of our families.”
“King Phillip feels the same way,” she assured him. “That’s why I’m here.”
“I’m relieved to hear that. Matters such as these have the potential to be very…awkward.”
“I’m a go-with-the-flow princess,” she said, which was true, for the most part. “However, I take my new role very seriously. Anything for the good of the country.”
He flashed her another one of those sizzling smiles. “Then I’m sure we’ll get along quite well.”
The car pulled up the drive to the gates, where a mob of press waited with microphones poised and cameras at the ready.
The gates swung open and guards in formal uniform stepped forward to control the crowd. The car continued on past a stone wall that seemed to extend miles in each direction, and what she saw on the other side took her breath away. Everything looked green and vibrant, and the castle itself was a towering edifice of stone and mortar and ornate stained-glass windows, all meticulously maintained and preserved.
“Welcome to Sparrowfax Castle,” Chris said.
It was clear, as they rounded the drive and she saw the royal family and what appeared to be the entire staff lined up awaiting their arrival, that they were pulling out all of the royal stops. That annoying knot of nerves coiled even tighter in her belly.
This sure seemed liked a lot of trouble to go to for a simple diplomatic visit. Yet she couldn’t let herself forget how important this was to her family and country, which would mean watching her behavior. Particularly biting her sharp Southern tongue that sometimes had a mind of its own.
As the car slowed to a halt, footmen in royal dress approached to open the doors. Melissa took the proffered hand thrust her way and rose from the back seat, feeling underdressed in her basic linen suit. The family was dressed and poised to receive royalty—which she had to remind herself, she was—and for the first time in her adult life she felt apprehensive about her suitability.
Chris’s parents, the king and queen, stepped forward to greet her. Though getting up in years, they appeared healthy and vibrant. Their other children, Chris’s brother and twin sisters, were as breathtakingly attractive as their sibling. What a privilege it would be, Melissa mused, to belong to such a beautiful family. It was a wonder that all of them had yet to marry.
Good looks, however, were only a fraction of a much larger picture. For all she knew they could be rude and unfriendly.
Chris appeared at her side, and though it was silly, his presence seemed to have a calming effect on her.
“All this for me?” she asked.
Her question seemed to perplex him. “Of course. You’re an honored guest. Your visit marks a new era for both of our kingdoms.”
Little ol’ me? She hadn’t realized her visit would be seen as quite that big of a deal. Her own family hadn’t put up close to this much fuss when she’d come home to her native land. In fact, there hadn’t been any fuss at all. Her return to Morgan Isle had been very hush-hush, to avoid a media frenzy.
But it wasn’t as though she was going to complain. What woman didn’t enjoy a little ego-stroking every now and then?
Chris offered his arm. “Are you ready to meet my family?”
She looped her arm through his, finding his solid warmth a decadent treat. And a comfort. He made her feel…safe.
She smiled up at him and nodded. Back in New Orleans she sat at the very top of the social food chain. But none of that carried much weight here, where she was known only as the illegitimate daughter of the late King Frederick.
And she suspected that for the rest of her life no one would let her forget it.
Chapter Two
Within five minutes of meeting her, Chris suspected that he and Princess Melissa would get along quite well.
Though he typically preferred blondes, Melissa’s dark hair and eyes and her warm complexion were unexpectedly exotic and appealing. She was not only attractive and seemingly pleasant, but as had been suggested by King Phillip, she had a resilient personality and a sharp wit. Traits some might find undesirable, but a necessity for the type of arrangement they were considering.
He walked her over to his family to start the introductions. It had already been determined how everyone was to behave. It was imperative they make her feel welcome.
“Melissa, I would like to introduce you to my parents, the king and queen of Thomas Isle.”
Melissa curtsied and said, “It’s an honor, Your Majesties.”
His mother took her hand and said warmly, “The honor is ours, Melissa. We’re so happy that you could visit us.”
“I hope we find it mutually beneficial,” his father said, his tone serious.
“I’m certain we will,” Melissa answered with a warm smile.
The king cast Chris a sideways glance, one that conveyed the message don’t screw this up. Despite his past resistance when it came to the idea of settling down, even Chris couldn’t deny that an alliance with the royals of Morgan Isle would be a smart move. Politically and financially.
“Meet my brother and sisters,” Chris said, introducing them each in turn. “Prince Aaron Felix Gastel, and princesses Anne Charlotte Amalia and Louisa Josephine Elisabeth.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you all,” Melissa said. She shook each of their hands, and just as planned, they all greeted her warmly. Aaron was simply relieved that it was Chris in this position and not himself, though at thirty-one he should have been ready for the responsibility.
Louisa, the younger fraternal twin by five minutes, greeted Melissa with her usual bubbly enthusiasm.