The Prince's Forbidden Love. Raye Morgan

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      He saw the hope that flared in her eyes and he hated to douse it, but it had to be done. He knew it was asking a lot to rest all the culture and peace of one country on the shoulders of one tiny twenty-one-year-old girl. But what was right and what was fair just plain didn’t matter. That was the way it was. Her situation was her situation, and if she didn’t abide by the rules he’d set up a lot of people might die. It had happened before. It could happen again. They couldn’t risk it.

      “You’re looking at this all wrong,” he told her helpfully. “You should be proud of the sacrifice you are making for your country.”

      Her eyes clouded and she wrinkled her nose. “Sorry. Ask someone else, please.”

      Was she going to cry? He tensed. If she started to cry it would be impossible to keep his distance and he knew it. But she looked up and smiled at him tremulously. And that was almost as bad.

      He had to turn away and begin pacing again. When she sat there looking so adorable, everything in him seemed to yearn toward her. And so he paced, gritting his teeth and searching for strength.

      He thought of the first time he’d seen her, when she was only fourteen years old. He’d spent a hard few days negotiating with her parents, the King and Queen, in order to convince them that the only way peace would be achieved would be for them to lock their daughter into a marriage contract that would cement the ties and keep the jealousies in check. With Emeraude and Diamante joined as one, the renegade House of Rubiat wouldn’t dare try another power-grab.

      They’d invited him to share their dinner, and, though he usually didn’t like to socialize with negotiating partners, he’d liked the two of them well enough, and respected them enough, to make an impulse decision to eat with them. They’d been talking pleasantly when Julienne had come into the room.

      “And here she is,” her father had said fondly. “The center of all our conversation these days.” He’d smiled at his daughter. “Prince Andre, may I present Princess Julienne?”

      He remembered rising and giving her a deep bow, while she curtsied in her charming way. He recalled smiling at her and thinking she was the cutest thing he’d seen in ages. For just a moment he’d wished he had a young sister about her age, someone he could take under his wing and mentor in the ways of royal life. And that was odd, because he’d never had a thought like that before in his life—nor had he since—and yet that was pretty much what very soon came to pass.

      She’d charmed him right from the beginning. She was such a sweet, lively girl, but with a spark of humor and a quick understanding that seemed to belie her young age. He’d liked her immediately.

      Only weeks later her parents had been killed when their light plane went down in the mountains. Andre became her guardian from the first, with the consent of all concerned. He’d been the architect of the treaty and it was up to him to make sure its elements were complied with.

      He’d brought her to Diamante Castle and treated her like one of the family from the first. King Harold, his father, was busy with affairs of state, his life’s work, which he’d thrown himself into with a vengeance once Nadine, his wife, queen and Andre’s mother, had been killed by a sniper years before. They rarely conferred. Harold was the sort of man who seemed weighed down by his work. To the casual observer, he was an old grouch. But not to Andre. Andre knew the tragic sorrow he carried with him at all times and he loved him for it.

      Still, his father never showed much interest in the young, lively and engagingly coltish girl who’d come to live with them, and it was up to Andre, despite the fact that they were less than ten years apart in age, to act the part of elder authority along with everything else. And the two of them had got on well together. He looked back on those days as some of the happiest of his life.

      As she’d grown older, he’d known it couldn’t last. And then came her eighteenth birthday and the dance—and the kiss.

      That was when he knew he had to call upon some inner well of strength to get through the next few years until she married. And here they were, with six days left. Was he going to make it?

      CHAPTER TWO

      “ALL right, Julienne,” Prince Andre said, sitting down on the couch again. “Come clean. How did you manage to escape from the convent?”

      She bit her lip and gazed at him levelly. “You see, just the concept of my having to ‘escape’ is offensive. I’m a grown woman.”

      He hardly knew how to counter that, because she was right. But that didn’t matter, so he ignored it.

      “You must have had help.”

      She hesitated, then nodded. “There’s a person who’s always available to help me. He drove me down.”

      He felt a flash of anger, but he stifled it. He looked at her, his gaze veiled. “I see. Is he waiting for you outside?”

      She hesitated. “I’m afraid he is. Should I …?”

      Andre felt every muscle tense. “Does he have a mobile?”

      She shook her head. “We don’t have cell phones at the convent.”

      A twenty-one year old woman without a phone. How was that possible?

      “Where is he?” he asked crisply. “I’ll have someone tell him to go back. I’ll handle your travels from here on out.”

      She hesitated, feeling a bit deflated. “But …”

      He turned and pinned her with a penetrating look. Her reluctance to do as he asked made him suspicious. “Is he your boyfriend?”

      “Oh!” She laughed at the concept. He was old enough to be her grandfather. “No, not at all. He’s an old man.”

      Andre frowned. “Older than I am?”

      “You?” She looked shocked at the concept. “You’re not old.”

      He grinned. He couldn’t help it. “Oh, Julienne, you have no idea.” His gaze met hers and held for a beat too long, and then they both looked quickly away.

      “And anyway,” she said, reaching for her lemonade, “where in the world would I get a boyfriend?”

      Yes, that had been the whole justification for sending her to be educated in the convent. Hopefully she was telling the truth, and things had worked out just as he’d planned. Lots of study, lots of peace and spirituality, and a complete lack of male companionship. Perfect. The only trouble was, she seemed to have picked up some bad ideas anyway.

      Julienne looked around the room nervously, wondering how she was going to cope with this questioning. So far so good—but she was used to the convent, used to quiet. She prayed and read and recited poetry and bible verses. And she dreamed.

      For the last few years she’d helped the sisters with the younger girls. She’d been old enough to go away to university, but when she wrote to her guardian about applying he didn’t respond.

      So she stayed at the convent and lived a simple, quiet life. Mother Superior had allowed her to СКАЧАТЬ