Secret Child, Royal Scandal. Cat Schield

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СКАЧАТЬ staff required to keep the bridal party looking flawless and the photo shoot moving forward. Trailing the bride was a petite, slender woman with mink-brown hair and dual-toned brown eyes. Internationally renowned wedding dress designer Noelle Dubone had designed Brooke’s dress as well as the one worn by Christian’s sister-in-law, Princess Olivia Alessandro.

      Born in Sherdana, Noelle had moved to Paris at twenty-two to follow her dream of becoming a fashion designer. She’d done moderately well until three years ago when she’d designed the wedding gown for the bride of Italian prince Paolo Gizzi. There’d been so much media coverage surrounding the nuptials that Noelle became an overnight success. Movie stars, European nobility and the very wealthy became eager for a Noelle Dubone original.

      “Imagining your own wedding?” taunted a female voice from behind him.

      Christian turned and shot his sister a sour look. Ariana was looking too smugly amused for Christian’s taste.

      “No.” But the slim figure in blue-gray caught his eye again.

      Noelle Dubone. The one woman in the world who’d come closest to taming the wildest Alessandro prince. He hadn’t been worthy of her. She hadn’t deserved to be treated badly by him. That he’d done it for her own good was what let him sleep at night.

      “You should be,” Ariana countered, looking stylish and carefree in a knee-length, full-skirted dress with puffy long sleeves. A fashion trendsetter, her wedding attire shimmered with gold embroidery and straddled the line between daring and demure with strategically placed sheer panels that showed off her delicate shoulders and hinted at more thigh than the formal occasion called for. “The future of the kingdom rests in your hands.”

      Christian grimaced. “Father’s health has never been better and I don’t see Gabriel dropping dead any time soon, so I suspect I will have time to choose a wife and get her pregnant.”

      Just the thought of it made him long for a drink. But as his mother had pointed out numerous times in the months since Nic had abdicated his responsibility to Sherdana by choosing to marry an American, Christian was no longer free to overindulge in liquor and women. The idea that he had to start walking the straight and narrow path after being the party prince all his life was daunting. He’d misstepped all his life. As youngest in the birth order, it was what he did.

      Gabriel, as eldest, was the responsible one. The future king.

      Nic, as middle son, was the forgotten one. He’d gone off to America in his early twenties to become a rocket scientist.

      Christian was the indulged youngest son. His antics had provided the paparazzi tabloid fodder since he was fourteen and got caught with one of the maids.

      At twenty he’d been raising hell in London. He’d thrown the best parties. Drank too much. Spent money like it was being printed by elves, and when his parents cut off his funds, he’d started buying and flipping failing businesses. He didn’t care about success. He just wanted to have fun.

      At twenty-five several of his less prudent actions had blown up in his face, leaving him scarred and his heart shredded.

      Now at thirty he was expected to give up his freedom for the crown.

      “You only think you have time,” Ariana countered. “Mother showed me the list of potential candidates. It’s two-feet long.”

      “I do not need her help or anyone else’s to find a wife.”

      “Neither did Gabriel and Nic and look how that turned out.”

      Gabriel had eloped five months earlier in a grand, romantic gesture that had rendered him blissfully happy, but by marrying a woman who could never have children, he’d left his two brothers holding short straws.

      As the last born of the triplets, Christian had made it clear to Nic that it was his duty to step up next. In order for the Alessandro family to stay in power, one of the three princes needed to produce a son. But before Nic could begin looking for a potential bride from among Europe’s noble houses or Sherdana’s female citizenry, the beautiful American, Brooke Davis, had stolen his heart.

      And with their wedding today, it all came down to Christian.

      “I can find my own bride without Mother’s help.”

      Ariana made a noise unfit for a princess. “You’ve already been through half the suitable single women in Europe.

      “Hardly half.”

      “Surely there was one woman among all those you’ve spent time with who appeals to you.”

      “Appeals, yes.” Christian resisted the urge to search for Noelle again. “But not one I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

      “Well, you’d better find one.”

      Christian ground his teeth together and didn’t answer. He knew Ariana was right. The price one paid as a royal was to not always get to do as one liked. Gabriel had been lucky to choose Olivia to marry before he understood that he was in love with her. But right up until he and Olivia eloped, Gabriel had grappled with his duty to Sherdana versus following his heart’s desire.

      Nic had the same issue with Brooke. He’d known he needed to put her aside and marry a woman whose children could one day be king.

      But in the end both men had chosen love over duty.

      Which left Christian to choose duty.

      One of the photographer’s assistants came to fetch them for more pictures, putting an end to the conversation for the moment. Christian endured another tedious hour of being posed with his brothers, his sister, the king and queen, and various members of the wedding party. By the time the session was finished, he was ready to get drunker than he’d been in the five years since the accident that left him with a disfigured body to match his tarnished soul.

      What stopped him from making a beeline for the bar was Noelle.

      It seemed perfectly right to walk up behind her and slip his arm around her waist. Christian dropped a kiss on her cheek the way he had a hundred times, a habit from the old days that used to speak to his strong affection for her. For a microsecond Noelle relaxed against him, accepting his touch as if no time or hurt had passed between them. Then she tensed.

      “You look beautiful,” he murmured in her ear.

      She didn’t quite jerk away from him, but she lacked her usual grace in her quick sideways step. “Thank you, Your Royal Highness.”

      “Walk with me.” It was more a command than an invitation.

      “I really shouldn’t leave the party.” She glanced toward the bride and groom as if hoping to spot someone who needed her.

      “The photos are done. The bride has no further need for her designer. I’d like to catch up with you. It’s been a long time.”

      “As you wish, Your Highness.” To his annoyance, she curtsied, gaze averted.

      The gardens behind the palace were extensive and scrupulously maintained under the queen’s watchful eye. The plantings closest to the I-shaped structure that housed Sherdana’s royal family were arranged in terms of design and color that changed with the seasons. This was the most СКАЧАТЬ