Winter Wedding For The Prince. Barbara Wallace

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СКАЧАТЬ it’s been done before or not isn’t the point,” he replied. “Other generations didn’t have tabloids or your wonderful internet.”

      Good point. Today, secrets couldn’t last forever. Eventually the truth would come out, and when it did, there would be challenges. Corinthia would be plunged into a protracted legal battle that benefited no one.

      “I take it you’ve already thought of trying to change the law,” she said.

      “Of course, but again, this isn’t the old days, when the king could change the laws on a whim. The ministers would want to know the reason for the change.”

      “All hail increased democracy,” Rosa muttered. There wasn’t much more that could be done, barring Armando remarrying and having children of his own, and a monk dated more than he did. The Melancholy Prince, the papers called him. The title fit. While Armando had always been serious, Christina’s death had added an extra layer. It was as though he was suspended in permanent mourning. He never attended anything that wasn’t an official event, and those he attended alone. Other than his sister, Rosa was the only woman in his life.

      The prince had returned his attention to his coffee, studying the untouched contents from beneath thick lashes as if they contained the answer. Rosa couldn’t help but indulge in a moment of appreciation. If he decided to date again, Armando’s return to the dating world would be a welcome one. Even if he wasn’t the future king of Corinthia, he was a man worthy of desire. Granted, he wasn’t the most beautiful man in the country; his Roman features were a little too pronounced, although not so much that they looked out of proportion. Besides, she always thought a strong man should have strong features. Fredo, for all his self-importance, had had a weak chin.

      The muscles in Armando’s chin twitched with tension.

      “You know King El Halwani,” he started.

      “That’s a silly question.” Of course she knew the man. The sultan of Yelgiers was a frequent visitor. Corinthia and the tiny principality had a long history of economic and political relations. “What does he have to do with anything?”

      “His daughter, Mona, is of marrying age.”

      “Is that so? I didn’t know.” Rosa’s insides ran cold. Surely, he wasn’t...

      “A union between our two countries will be a tremendous alliance.”

      Did he say will? The chill spread down her spine, ending in a shiver.

      Apology darkened his eyes to near black. “I called him this morning and suggested we discuss an arrangement.”

      “You—you did.” Rosa set down her cup. The coffee she’d been drinking threatened to rise back up her throat.

      Armando, remarrying.

      She shouldn’t have been surprised. Royalty lived a different kind of life than commoners like her. Marriages were arranged for all kinds of reasons: trade relations, military alliances. Why not to secure an heir?

      The news still made her queasy. It was too quick. Armando wasn’t the type to make rash decisions. For crying out loud, he’d waited a year before proposing to her sister, and they’d fallen in love at first sight. For him to wake up and decide he was going to marry a virtual stranger was completely out of character, looming scandal or no looming scandal. At the very least, he would have asked her what she thought.

      But he hadn’t. He hadn’t sought her opinion at all. So much for being his right hand. Apparently the familiarity she thought they had developed over the past three years had been in her head.

      She forced a smile. Pretended she was excited for his news. “I’m sure the people of Corinthia will be thrilled. As will your father.”

      “I’m not doing this for my father,” he replied.

      “I know. You’re doing it to protect your sister.”

      “No, I’m doing it for Corinthia.” His voice was sharp, the way it always was when his will was questioned. “I’m first in line. It is my responsibility to do whatever I can to ensure Corinthia has a long and peaceful future.”

      “Of course. I’m sorry.” If there was anything Armando took seriously, it was his duty to his country.

      Leaving Armando, she stood and walked toward the windows. The crown prince’s suite overlooked the south lawn. The famed topiary menagerie remained green, but the grass had gone brown from the winter, and the flowerbeds were empty. Across the street, a pair of business owners were filling their outside window boxes with fresh evergreen—a Corinthian Christmas tradition. When they finished, a single white candle would be placed in the center, another tradition. Greens for life, light for the blessings of the future.

      Apparently, Armando’s future involved a bride.

      What did that mean for her future then? For three years, it had been the two of them, prince and assistant, tied together as they both began lives without their spouses. Being there to help Armando had given her strength and purpose. She’d been able to rebuild the layers of self-esteem Fredo had destroyed.

      What now? A new queen would mean new staff, new routines. Would she even have a place in Armando’s life anymore? The grip on her chest squeezed tighter.

      She watched as a merli poked at the barren grass looking for seeds. Poor little creature wasn’t having much luck. She could identify. She felt a little like she’d been left wanting, too.

      The thing was, she had always known there was the chance Armando would move on with his life. The news shouldn’t be this disconcerting.

      Then again, he should have told her. They were supposed to be friends. Family. They’d held hands at her sister’s bedside and cried together. She let him drink her coffee, for God’s sake. Why hadn’t he told her?

      “When are you making the announcement?” she asked. It would have to be soon if Armando wanted to draw attention from his sister. Depending upon how far along in her pregnancy Arianna had been when she met Max last month, there was a good chance the princess would start to show soon.

      Behind her, she heard the soft clap of a cup against the coffee table, but she didn’t turn around.

      “We’re making the formal announcement on New Year’s Day.”

      What? When she thought soon, she didn’t mean that soon. No wonder she couldn’t breathe. In three and a half weeks, everything she’d come to know and rely on was going to change forever.

      “Is everything all right?” she heard him ask.

      “Of course,” she lied. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

      “It truly is the best solution.”

      “I know.” He had no reason to defend himself any more than she had the right to be upset.

      Clearly, that didn’t stop either of them from doing so anyway.

      * * *

      She was upset with him. Armando could tell because when she spoke, every third or fourth word had an upward inflection. Not that he was surprised. From the moment he made his decision, he’d worried she might see СКАЧАТЬ