Royal Sins. Maisey Yates

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      A political alliance. That was what this potential marriage had been called. As Tarek knew nothing of politics he’d been more than willing to investigate the possibilities of the union.

      But no. Seeing her now... It would not stand.

      “Take her away from my sight,” Tarek said.

      She looked up, her expression smooth yet shot through with steel. “No.”

      He arched a brow. “No?”

      “I cannot leave here.”

      “Certainly you can. The same way you came in.” It was he who could not leave. He who could not go back and seek the solace of the desert.

      He, who had been kept in isolation for most of his life, who now had to find a way to rule a population of millions.

      She tilted her chin upward and he could see her regal bearing, the aristocratic lines of her profile. And he realized he had not bothered to hold on to her name.

      He was certain he had been told when, two weeks previously, he’d been informed a princess from a European kingdom would be coming to offer herself in marriage. And yet, his brain had sifted through and retained some things, but not others.

      Her name was not essential, and therefore it had been dropped.

      “You do not understand, my sheikh,” she continued, her voice steady, echoing in the vast throne room.

      He rather liked this room. It was very like a cave.

      “Do I not?” he asked, still unaccustomed to the title.

      “No. I cannot return to Alansund without this union secured. In fact, it would be best if I did not return at all.”

      “And why is that?”

      “There is no place for me. I am not born of royalty. I am not even native to the country.”

      “Are you not?”

      “I’m American,” she said. “I met my husband...my late husband, the king, when he was at school. Now he is dead. His brother is in his place, and is set on taking a wife. One who isn’t me, thank God. But he has determined my value is in a dynastic marriage abroad. And so...here I am.”

      “Your name,” he said, because he was tired of not knowing it.

      She blinked. “You do not know my name?”

      “I have no time for trivialities, and as I am not keeping you, your name did not seem important. However, now I will have it.”

      She tilted her chin upward, her expression haughty. “Forgive me, your highness, but my name is not considered a triviality in most settings. I’m Dowager Queen Olivia of Alansund. And I had thought we were going to discuss the merits of marriage.”

      Tarek shifted in his seat, lifting his hand and smoothing his beard. “I am not entirely certain there is any merit to marriage.”

      She blinked her large luminous blue eyes. “Then, why am I here?”

      “My advisors felt that it would be beneficial for me to speak to you. I am not certain.”

      “Is there another woman you prefer?”

      He wasn’t certain how to answer the question. Because it was a foreign thought. Women had never been a part of his life. Of his exile. “No. Why do you ask?”

      “You do require an heir, I would assume.”

      She was not wrong in that. He was the last of the al-Khalij family. All that remained of a once-mighty bloodline. Curse his brother for not taking a bride. For not procreating when he had the chance. Now it would fall to Tarek, and nothing in his life had prepared him for the task. Quite the contrary, he had been told that family would be nothing more than a weakness to one such as him. He had been trained to cast off the lusts of the flesh. In order to protect his country he’d had to become something more than a man. He’d had to become a part of the rock that grew out of the dry, impassable desert. Asking him to become blood and bone again was a tall order.

      But now he was all that stood between Tahar and her enemies. All that stood between his nation and ruin. He had long been the sword for his people, but now he was the head. A duty he could no more shirk than the previous assignation.

      “Eventually.”

      “With all due respect, Sheikh, the delay in producing an heir is what finds us both here today. I failed to have a child with my husband when I could have, and your brother failed to do so, as well. Therefore I find myself displaced. My brother-in-law is as uninterested in taking me as his bride as I am in becoming her, and you are here on the throne permanently when it should likely be a nephew of yours assuming the position. If I’ve learned one thing over the past year, it’s that delay in procreation can be quite a costly error.”

      Tarek leaned back, his muscles aching. This past month in the palace had done nothing to acclimatize him to modern furnishings. He found the positions they required him to hold unnatural.

      His original assessment of this queen, Olivia, was that she was fragile. He was beginning to wonder if he had been blinded by appearances. He knew better than that.

      A man who had spent as many years out in the desert as he had knew better than to trust his eyes alone. Mirages were more than the stuff of legend. As he well knew.

      In the desert you were far more likely to find sand than any respite from the heat. Still, when news of Malik’s death had been brought to him by the leader of the Bedouin tribe he spent some of his time with, he had been reluctant to return.

      What could he offer the country as a diplomat? This country that was a part of his soul. A nation left devastated by his brother’s rule. By the loss of his parents all those year ago to an assassin’s bullets.

      This country he had sworn to protect at all costs. Because it was all that remained. The throne, the protection of Tahar, were the very reasons his parents had lost their lives.

      Which was why he had to return. Why he had to rule. Why he had to continue on. Why he had to heal this nation left broken and in ruins by Malik.

      And why, no matter how distasteful it might seem, he had to consider the merit of taking a bride. One who would fill in the gaps he could not.

      “On that you present a well-made point. And yet, I have other options. At the very least I have proved I am much more difficult to kill than my brother.”

      She arched her pale brow. “Is anyone actively trying to disprove that? Because my own safety is paramount in my mind. If you have enemies, I find it won’t do to put myself, or any potential children, in that sort of situation.”

      “I appreciate your self-interest. However, my brother’s death was nothing more than an accident. There are no enemies. Any detractors he might have had he dealt with harshly. None remain.”

      “The manner of ruling ensures that many in fact remain. It’s just they are silenced. Hopefully, you do not СКАЧАТЬ