"I know," I said, squeezing his hand. "But you're worth it."
Something flickered in his eyes, surprise or perhaps gratitude, before he had to focus back on the road. "You continue to amaze me, Theo Bennett."
"Good," I replied with a grin, settling deeper into my seat and watching him drive. "I plan to keep doing that for a long time."
Chapter 27
Ricard
Istared out the window of the jet as the lush green landscape of Avaline came into view, its rolling hills and valleys spreading beneath us like an emerald tapestry. The familiar sight stirred something within me, a sense of belonging now intertwined with my complicated relationship with duty.
Yet as I observed my homeland, I realized how profoundly my perspective had shifted. Just weeks ago, I had viewed Avaline primarily through the lens of obligation, a place of protocols to maintain, appearances to uphold, expectations to meet. Now, I saw it through fresh eyes—eyes that had been opened by an unexpected connection with a young American who had challenged every assumption I'd held about myself and my place in the world.
But today, that feeling was amplified by the knowledge that I wasn't returning alone.
I glanced at the two men across from me. Theo sat with Casey's head resting on his shoulder, his brother dozing peacefully after the long flight. Theo's fingers stroked Casey's hair, a tender gesture that made my chest ache. Throughout our journey from San Diego, I'd been struck by the depth of their bond, Theo's unwavering patience and Casey's calm trust in him.
These weeks with Theo had changed me in ways I was only beginning to understand. I found myself more direct in mycommunications, less willing to hide behind diplomatic niceties. I had begun questioning traditions I had accepted without thought. Most significantly, I had found the courage to envision a future that included genuine love—something I had once resigned myself to never experiencing in public life.
“We're almost there,” I said softly. “About ten minutes until landing.”
Theo looked up, excitement and anxiety reflected in his eyes. “It's beautiful,” he whispered, gesturing toward the window. “Like something from a fairytale.”
“It has its moments,” I replied with a small smile. “Though the reality might be less enchanting than the fairytales.”
“Reality usually is.” He glanced down at Casey. “Should I wake him?”
“Let him rest until we're on final approach. The descent will wake him naturally.”
Theo nodded, his hand continuing its gentle rhythm through Casey's hair. Their unconditional love made me reflect on my own complicated relationship with Remy.
“What?” Theo asked, noticing my contemplative gaze.
“I was just thinking how remarkable you are,” I said. “The way you are with Casey... it's extraordinary.”
A flush crept up Theo's neck, highlighting his cheekbones and making my heart stutter. Even after our time together, my compliments still caught him off guard, a charming vulnerability that continued to endear him to me.
“It's nothing special,” he demurred. “He's my brother.”
“Itisspecial,” I insisted. “You've put his needs above your own, the sacrifices you've made. Don't diminish that, Theo.”
Casey stirred then, blinking as the jet began its descent. Despite the traumatic brain injury that had affected his speech and mobility, his eyes remained alert and intelligent, taking in his surroundings with keen interest.
“Hey, buddy,” Theo said warmly. “We're almost there. Look outside. That's Avaline.”
Casey turned toward the window, his expression clearing as he registered the view. “Green. Very green.”
“Indeed,” I agreed, smiling at his straightforward observation. Throughout our time in San Diego, I'd observed how Casey retained his distinct personality despite his injuries, his dry humor, his interest in historical facts, his protectiveness toward Theo even within the limitations of his condition. “Avaline is known for its lush countryside. Château Bellerive is nestled in one of the greenest valleys in the region.”
“Your castle,” Casey clarified, eyes lighting up with excitement. “We're going to your castle.”
“That's right,” I confirmed, charmed by his enthusiasm. “Though I should warn you, it's not quite the fairytale castle you might be imagining. It's more of a...” I paused, searching for a description that wouldn't diminish his anticipation. “Well, I suppose it is rather castle-like in parts. The original structure dates back to the 15th century, though it's been renovated and expanded many times since then.”
“Does it have towers?” Casey asked. “And a moat?”
I laughed, delighted by his questions. “It has several towers, yes. The moat, I'm afraid, was filled in during the 18th century. My ancestor, Grand Duke Philippe, apparently found it too medieval for his enlightened sensibilities.”
“Shame,” Theo quipped, eyes twinkling. “A moat would've really completed the fantasy.”
