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“Were you able to work things out?”
“N-no.” Again that wobble.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m not in physical danger, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Hannah heard the threat of tears in the princess’s voice. “Things aren’t going well there?”
“No.” Emmeline drew a slow breath. “How is Zale? As cold as ever?”
Hannah flushed. “I wouldn’t call him cold …” “Maybe not. But he is rather grim, isn’t he? I don’t think he likes me much.”
“He’s marrying you.” “For five million Euros!” “What?”
“Hannah, it’s an arranged marriage. What did you expect?”
Hannah pictured Zale’s strong, handsome face, those fiercely intelligent eyes and his tall, powerful frame. He was gorgeous. How could Emmeline feel nothing for him? “Maybe you will fall in love, once you spend time together.”
“Oh, I hope not. It’d just complicate everything—” Emmeline broke off, spoke to someone in the room with her, then returned to the phone. “Good news. I don’t need to wait for my plane. A friend here has a jet I can take tonight. I’ll be there in the morning. Once I land, I’ll text you. With any luck, no one will be the wiser.”
With any luck, Hannah silently echoed, closing her phone, heart strangely heavy.
CHAPTER TWO
HANNAH told herself she was relieved that this impossible charade was nearly over. She told herself she was glad to be going in the morning. But part of her was disappointed. Zale fascinated her.
In her dressing room, Hannah touched up her makeup and adjusted the tiara before following her lady-in-waiting through soaring galleries and elegant chambers on the way to the Grand Dining Hall.
They walked briskly, her skirts whispering with every step. Passing through the Empire Room, Hannah caught a glimpse of herself in a tall mirror over the high white marble fireplace.
The reflection startled her. Is that how she really looked? Elegant? Shimmering? Pretty?
She shook her head at her reflection and her reflection shook her head back—pink cheeks. Deep blue eyes. High cheekbones above a generous mouth.
Hannah couldn’t believe she really looked like that. Didn’t know she could look like that. She’d never felt beautiful in her life. Smart, yes. Hardworking, of course. But her father had never placed any value on physical beauty—had certainly never encouraged her to wear makeup or dress up—and for a moment she wanted to really be the beautiful girl in the mirror.
What if she was a princess in real life?
Would it change everything? Would it change her?
The lady-in-waiting paused outside tall paneled doors that opened onto the Grand Dining Hall. “We’ll wait for His Majesty here,” she said.
Hannah nodded, eager to see King Zale Patek again. She shouldn’t care. Shouldn’t feel anything.
Suddenly King Patek and his attendants were there and the atmosphere felt positively electric.
Hannah’s breath caught in her throat as heat and energy crackled around them. Tall, lithe, strong, Zale Patek practically hummed with life.
She’d never met a man so vitally alive. Had never met a man with such confidence. Lifting her head she looked up into his eyes and the expression in the rich amber depths made her heart turn over.
“You look lovely,” he said.
She inclined her head. “And you do, too, Your Majesty.” “I look lovely?”
“Handsome,” she corrected, with a blush. “And royal.”
He lifted an eyebrow but Hannah was saved from further conversation as the doors to the Grand Dining Hall opened simultaneously, revealing an immense, richly paneled hall easily two stories tall.
“Oh,” Hannah whispered, awed by the medieval grandeur of the room. The huge room was lit almost exclusively by candlelight. Ivory tapers flickered in sconces and tall silver cande-labras marched down the length of the table. Stone fireplaces marked both ends of the room and magnificent burgundy tapestries covered the richly paneled walls. The high ceiling was an intricate design of gold stencil against dark stained wood.
Zale looked down at her, a hint of a smile at his lips. “Shall we?” he asked, offering her his arm.
She looked up at him and her heart did a funny little hiccup. Beautiful face, beautiful eyes, broad shoulders, narrow waist, long muscular legs. A fantasy come to life.
Would it be such a bad thing if she were to enjoy playing Princess Emmeline for just one night?
Would it ruin everything if she liked Zale a little? Tomorrow morning she’d be heading home and would never see him again, so why couldn’t she just be happy tonight?
