Marion Lennox: Royal Marriage Of Convenience

‘Ask Nick what I have on my knickers,’ Rose whispered.

‘Bumblebees,’ Nick said promptly.

‘And my wedding knickers?’

‘Butterflies.’

‘There you go, then,’ Rose said. ‘How sham is that?’

There was a loaded silence. No one said a word.

‘You know,’ Ruby said finally, looking vaguely into middle distance, yet not looking at anyone at all. ‘I could really use a brandy. It was very inconsiderate of Nick to bring one for Erhard and not for me. I’m a frail old lady and I need my sustenance. Julianna. Erhard. If you were to take an arm each, I might just be able to stagger feebly forth and find my own brandy.’

‘You’re sure they’re safe to leave alone?’ Erhard asked, but he was smiling.

‘They’re talking bumblebees and butterflies,’ Ruby said. ‘Unless you’re interested in botany, I have a feeling this conversation is going to get really, really boring.’

THEYwere left alone. Apart from Hoppy, who’d gone back to bone munching.

Nick was aware that it behoved him to tread warily. Very warily. There was so much at stake.

He had to forget the bumblebees and start from scratch, he decided. Repeat the conversation they’d just had, and hope he got the same outcome.

Had he got an outcome? He found his heart was having trouble beating. Maybe because he was having trouble breathing. So much depended on these next few minutes.

‘That was frivolous,’ he said, and she nodded.

‘Yes.’

‘So we need to be businesslike.’

‘Yes.’

‘I’m not sure where to start,’ he said, which seemed a good sort of start. It was the best he could do under the circumstances.

‘Start by telling me that you still want this job,’ Rose said, being brisk. Trying not to smile. ‘And tell me why.’

He hesitated. ‘Rose, I didn’t think this through,’ he admitted. ‘Yes, it appealed, that I could do a bit of good. And it seemed an amazing offer-to be Prince Consort-to spend a few weeks here and get off scot-free.’

‘But…’

‘There’s the “but”,’ he said. ‘It had to happen and it has. I can’t walk away now. I’m in too deep. The kid who rescued Hoppy is depending on us-on me-as are his parents, and his aunts and uncles, and his whole extended family. The country’s a mess and it can be put to rights. I want that job, Rose, and I intend to take it.’

‘So I really can walk away?’ she said, wondering.

‘It’s up to you. I told you. There’s more than enough money in the royal coffers to provide well for you and for Julianna. There’s no need to be a princess to have a life of ease. You deserve the choice.’ He smiled. ‘Julianna won’t have to take in that washing after all.’

‘I don’t want a life of ease,’ she said.

‘You wanted to travel around Australia. You told me that. I figure this gives you the freedom to do it. I’ll be Prince Regent. When you’ve done with your travelling, maybe you can come back, decide whether or not to take on the throne, and I can leave or stay, whatever you wish.’

‘But that puts your life in limbo.’

‘No,’ he said forcibly. ‘I want this job, Rose. There’s so much I can do. There are so many plans to make-so much to do to get the economy turned round. It’s the most exciting job I’ve ever taken on-it’s an honour to be asked to take it.’

‘But…’ she said.

‘But?’

‘I wouldn’t mind helping.’

‘You can at the end of the year. Or you can now. You can take over in your own right.’

‘I’m not a legitimate princess.’

‘You’re the acknowledged daughter of a prince. You’re my wife. You’re legitimate in every sense of the word.’

‘It was a fake marriage.’

‘We signed all the documents,’ he said. ‘It felt real to me.’ He smiled. ‘And you’ve personally introduced your botany collection to the world. There’ll not be one person in this castle who’ll believe our marriage is sham now.’

‘But you don’t want me to stay…with you .’ It was a soft whisper, but behind it…Was he imagining it, or had there been a tiny thread of hope?

‘You want to be free,’ Nick said, trying not to let his heart leap. She couldn’t want him. He had to be imagining it. Theirs was a marriage of convenience.

But, damn it, he wasn’t going to let her go without giving it a shot.

‘Though I wouldn’t mind,’ he said softly. ‘If you wanted to stay. I mean, freedom means freedom of choice, so there is that option.’

‘Freedom does mean choice,’ she whispered back. ‘So if I chose, say, not to travel round Australia but instead maybe to travel, say, round the perimeter of this castle…With my dog and my companion.’

‘What sort of companion?’

‘Ooh. Maybe a husband?’

The world stilled. The world held its breath.

‘What about that for an idea?’ she said cautiously. ‘In theory, are there things about it that might appeal to you?’

‘There might be,’ he said, just as cautiously.

‘Like, um, what?’

‘Sharing a tent is always fun,’ he said.

The smile was returning to her eyes. It was the smile he’d fallen for.

He smiled back, and for Rose it was the same. Nick’s was the smile that had lifted her from the bleakness of her past and propelled her into the future.

‘There’s probably room in the grounds of the royal castle for a small tent,’ she told him. ‘But we’d have to get your brother’s security forces to leave us be. Floodlights in the wee small hours sweeping our tent might not be as romantic as I’d like.’

‘You’d like it to be romantic?’

‘Wouldn’t you?’

His smile died. The look he gave her was searching. He wasn’t touching her. Why not? She wanted so badly to be touched.

She couldn’t reach out to him. She wouldn’t. A girl had some pride.

‘Rose, your freedom.’

‘What about your freedom?’ she asked. ‘You never wanted to be married.’

‘I never wanted to be married to anyone at all until I met you. Now I never want to be married to anyone but you. But I won’t hold you, Rose.’

‘I want to be held.’

‘You’ve never been free.’

‘Freedom’s got some downsides. It needs some inclusions.’

‘Like what?’

‘You.’

There it was. Out in front, for both of them to see.

And his smile didn’t fade one bit. It changed, deepened, broadened, and the smile in his eyes was a caress all by itself.

‘I love you, Rose,’ he said simply, and her heart did that stupid stopping thing all over again. He’d said it. She looked deep into his eyes and saw immutable truth: love and wonder and need. But also a trace of bleakness-even fear-as though even now he felt like he was exposing himself. A child who’d been brought up in foster homes. Who’d struggled to be independent. Who’d struggled not to need, and who’d come to the same sweet conclusion that she had.

That need wasn’t such a bad thing. In fact, need could be the most glorious thing in the world.

‘How can you love me?’ she managed, and he smiled.

‘In a million ways. Far too many to count. But Rose, your freedom…’

‘I am free,’ she told him. ‘I’m free to go wherever I want in the world. I’m free to leave the shadows of Max behind, and move forward without guilt or regret. You’ve given me that. I’m not sure how, and I’m not sure why, but you have. I’m free to be my own woman and I’m free to love. And I do love, Nick. I choose to love you.’

‘You do?’

‘Yes.’

Still he didn’t move. It was like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.