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“And rock skimming?” When she reached his side, she saw that he’d been sketching the flowers, and that they were truly excellent representations. “You’re very talented.”
“Rock skimming is not so hard,” he assured her. “I’ll show you again some time.”
Now she smiled more naturally. “I meant the drawing. But thank you.”
“Oh.” He looked down at the page with a frown. “Something’s missing.”
She sat on the grass beside him, and ridiculously, the simple act of being close to another human sent emotions crashing through her. She felt the sting of tears at the back of her eyes and blinked to clear them. She would not cry! And not in front of Amit – or anyone! Perhaps when she was alone, back in the city, in her own bedroom with space and privacy, she would indulge her ridiculous sense of grief and shame. But not here, not like this.
“Chloe.”
His voice cut through her grief, through the companionship of being with Amit, through the sun itself. Raffa strode towards them, his manner imposing, his frame larger than any man’s should be. His hair was up, and his eyes were watchful.
She focused on Amit’s drawing. Her smile was brittle. “Aren’t these sketches good, Raffa?” She murmured, looking for something to say that was normal. That would avoid any kind of emotional conversation. Hadn’t she hoped to avoid seeing him at all? Wasn’t that why she’d had an aid deliver her note?
Damn it, she should have left immediately.
“Leave us a moment, Amit,” he said, softening the words with a tight smile directed at his son.
“Yes, your highness.” Amit stood and bowed first to Raffa, then to Chloe, before disappearing into the palace.
“You didn’t need to chase him away like that,” she said huffily.
“I wanted to speak with you privately.”
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nbsp; “Then you could have asked me to come with you – he was drawing.”
“You are Sheikha. It is not for you to remove yourself from others.”
Chloe didn’t have the energy to argue with such absurd logic.
“Did you want to speak with me?” She asked.
“I received your note.”
“I presumed as much.”
“You cannot go away.”
“Why ever not?” She asked with surprise. “I’m not your prisoner, I’m your wife.”
“And you may very well be carrying my baby. You must be kept safe. Protected.”
“I’m going to the city, not out into the deserts on camel’s back,” she pointed out with tart acidity. “Besides, I’m not.” She cleared her throat of its aching rawness. “Pregnant, I mean.” Her fingers pulled at a blade of grass and she stared at it as though it were the most fascinating thing she’d ever seen. She didn’t observe the look that passed over Raffa’s face. First of surprise, and then of something much deeper and darker. Something like the unprecedented sadness that was in her heart.
“So,” she stood slowly. “I’ll go home for a while and then come back…”
He jerked his head, standing with her, staring at her. “It’s normal for it to take time,” he said after a moment. “It’s only been one month.”
And emotions burst through her, emotions she refused to share with him, emotions she would indulge only when she was able to do so without spectators. Her voice was thin, but cooly contained when she spoke. “Of course it’s normal,” she agreed. “But I see no point in being at the palace right now. So unless you want to keep me here against my will, I’ll say goodbye.”
Raffa kicked the horse’s side and leaned closer to the mane, his eyes focused on the sun waves glistening in the desert. Heat radiated from the earth beneath him but he saw only Chloe’s face as she’d been two mornings ago. Her expression so coldly contained, her chin tilted, her shoulders squared. She had been unbreakable, and yet he’d felt a vulnerability resonating from her, a pain that he understood.
They’d made love every night for weeks.
He’d expected success, as well.
