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Us. She knew he hadn’t meant it like that, but her unhelpful mind inserted herself into that impossible equation and suddenly shedidfeel unwell.
‘I have a one o’clock meeting,’ he said over his shoulder as he marched towards the palace.
‘And I have one at twelve-thirty,’ she threw back.
His gaze snapped to hers and embarrassment stained her cheeks and burned her skin.
Aleksander turned away, wondering how the woman currently blushing with such discomfort had managed to extract an apology from the French Ambassadorandthree hundred words of glowing praise currently taking up space in his email when they had all known that Freya had been in the wrong.
The stark contrast reminded him of years ago in the palace maze, where he’d first seen Henna looking devastated in a way he’d not yet experienced. It had hurt him to see her pain so clearly and instinctively he’d reached out to her.
But she’d pulled back, flinching from him, as if he already wore a crown, as if the thing created a shield between him and everyone around him. His girlfriend, who’d hated the spotlight of being associated with a prince. His father, whose lessons and teachings had been unrelenting. His mother, who’d been so picture-perfect she’d remained that way even when the press had gone home. But when Henna had placed her hand in his it had cut through the numbness surrounding him. She had given him her trust and, as it turned out, her loyalty.
‘What about Sonja Hund?’
Henna’s question yanked him from the memory and dropped him mid-stride towards the Palace. He thought of the blonde banking CFO who had done a lot of good charity work throughout the Scandinavian Peninsula.
‘No. She’s about to launch a coup against the CEO of Lungrandst and that would be...’
‘Distasteful?’
‘...To the world’s press. My fiancée can’t be seen as more—’
‘Powerful?’
‘Aggressivethan me.’ That aside, he hadn’t minded her suggestion. ‘What about Marian Fastvold?’ he asked her, curious about what Henna would think.
‘Gambling addiction.’
‘Really?’ he asked, genuinely shocked. He was very good at reading people and he’d never seen a hint of it.
‘Really,’ she confirmed. ‘Would you consider English-speaking?’
He winced. ‘Might be harder, unless they were fluent in at least one of the Scandinavian languages.’
Henna cocked her head to one side. ‘Natassia Malthe?’
Hmm... He hadn’t considered the Norwegian businesswoman, though she did meet the requirements of his future fiancée. ‘How old is she?’
‘Twenty-eight.’
They were finally approaching the Palace building. ‘And you think she would be amenable?’
Henna considered his question. ‘Yes.’
‘This would have to be done quietly.’
‘Of course, Your Majesty.’
He clenched his jaw. ‘I am serious, Henna.’
‘As am I. It can be done very discreetly.’
‘How? Is there some secret cabal of assistants I should know about?’
‘Absolutely. And the first rule of the secret cabal is not totalkabout the secret cabal.’
And, with that, she left him standing at the back entrance to the Palace wondering what perfume she was wearing, because it reminded him of both roses and cucumber and it was driving him a little crazy.
