Annie West - Royals Untamed!

Ruby had never been a girl for conflict. But if she’d been any other place, at any other time, she would have punched the perfect Maria clean in the face. Alex had warned her that Mrs Merr was a renowned gossip, and it seemed their kiss hadn’t gone unnoticed.

For the first time that night she drew herself up to her full height. She almost felt her dress lift from the floor. Up close, Maria wasn’t so perfect. Botox had made her eyebrows arch unevenly. Her suntanned skin couldn’t hide the wrinkles around her eyes.

Ruby lifted her hand up to her ears and smiled sweetly, though she knew her eyes would be shooting daggers. She’d dealt with too many difficult patients and members of staff over the years to simper around a woman like this.

‘I guess some of us have hidden talents, Maria. Or maybe our core values and ethics are just apparent.’ She let her fingers run over the sparkling drop diamonds. ‘Do you like the earrings Alex gave me to wear? They were his mother’s.’

The diamonds were elegant, in contrast; the bling from Maria was almost blinding her.

She met the cold grey eyes with another smile. ‘I always think that less is more, don’t you?’

She didn’t wait for an answer—just turned and walked away, ignoring the stifled noise of indignation behind her.

Ruby never behaved like that. But something had burned inside her. Was it the way Maria had looked at Alex? Or her total disrespect for Ruby?

Her stomach flipped over. Would this be something she would need to get used to?

She almost stumbled over her feet. Where had that thought come from? This was their first official outing together. It might lead to nothing.

But all of a sudden, even after all their talks and all this time, Ruby felt woefully unprepared. Alex had said nothing to her, but this almost felt like a test to see how she would do. A test she was about to fail spectacularly if her exchange with Maria was anything to go on.

She looked around the room. She didn’t have a single friend here.

It was a sobering thought.

And all of a sudden she felt very alone. When was the last time she’d spoken to Polly?

She was planning on spending Christmas with her parents in France—that was only a few weeks away—but for the first time since she’d got here she missed her colleagues, she missed her friends, she missed her flat.

It was this. It was here—standing in this room with hundreds of people and the only person who had her back was Alex.

It was as if he felt the vibe across the room. He looked up and his gaze met hers, and he gave her a quizzical are-you-all-right? look. It was impossible, but she felt as if she could see the bright blue of his eyes even from this distance.

He started to walk towards her and her feet automatically moved in response. All she could do was smile. It didn’t matter who else was in the room. The only person who mattered was Alex. And he was looking at her as if he felt exactly the same way.

The voices, the jewels, the chatter all around her just faded to background noise. Her smile was getting broader by the second. It was the strongest urge, the greatest pull she’d ever felt. Like metal being drawn towards a magnet from a million miles away.

Several people tried to talk to him as he made his way towards her, but Alex didn’t even blink—he just kept his eyes focused entirely on her.

Seconds later he filled her entire view. For another second both of them hesitated. Then his arms were around her waist, her hands were resting on his shoulders.

‘Are you okay?’

‘I am now.’

She’d never felt more sure of anything. This time there was a hush in the room. Their actions had attracted everyone’s attention.

But Alex’s bright blue eyes were still fixed on hers. ‘You’re the most beautiful woman in the room, Ruby.’

His voice was low, for her ears only.

‘That’s the way I always feel around you,’ she murmured.

‘Good.’

His lips met hers. She could hear the audible gasps around her but she didn’t care. Alex was kissing in her in front of everyone. Alex was making his intentions clear.

It was as if she could soar. Soar above the shocked faces in the ballroom and soar above the pink palace. The kiss in Paris had been special—had been electric—but this kiss was everything. He spun her around as he kissed her and they both started to laugh. Knowing entirely how it looked.

He pulled his lips back, their noses still touching. ‘You’re mine, Ruby Wetherspoon. And the whole world knows it.’

‘And you’re mine right back.’

She’d never thought she’d say those words. She’d never thought she’d believe them. But this moment was hers. Hers and Alex’s.

‘I don’t really want to look around,’ she said. ‘I don’t want anyone to spoil what’s happening between us.’

His eyes were still fixed on her face. He was smiling. ‘Who could do that?’

It was almost as if a gong had sounded. Some ancient clanging noise reverberating around the room. But it was actually the opposite.

Silence. Pure and utter silence.

No one was talking. No one was murmuring. All she could hear was her and Alex breathing. Every tiny hair on her arms stood on end. It was as if someone were walking over her grave.

‘Alex?’

He looked up and his hands dropped from her waist. There was an elderly couple standing in the doorway. Immaculately regal. Both were staring at Alex.

It took her a few seconds. She’d never met or seen pictures of Sophia’s parents. But for a reaction like this it had to be them.

She glanced nervously at Alex. How much had they seen? Had they seen him kiss her, or just hold her?

Those few seconds whilst he gathered himself seemed to stretch into hours. She saw everything. The fleeting moment of panic followed by the worry of what to do next.

Her heart plummeted. He’d been carried away. He hadn’t thought of the consequences of kissing her in front of everyone. This was a disaster.

Every eye in the room flicked between them and Sophia’s parents.

She heard Alex suck in a deep breath, then his hand moved over and took hers.

The feeling of skin against skin was unexpected. Her gaze fixed on their hands as he intertwined their fingers. He moved forward in long strides and she struggled to keep up, having to gather her dress in her hand to stop it from tangling around her feet again.

He gave a courteous bow to the King and Queen. ‘Ruby Wetherspoon, I’d like you to meet Annabelle’s grandparents—King Henry and Queen Isabelle of Leruna.’

Her brain was racing. What on earth would they think of her?

There were a few expanding seconds of silence. Then their immaculate breeding kicked into place.

The King gave a nod of his head, ‘Ms Wetherspoon.’

The Queen took a little longer. But her wide-eyed look had disappeared. Ruby could almost tell that to this woman composure was everything.

She held out a hand towards her. Ruby felt a second of panic—was she supposed to shake it or kiss it?

Alex made the tiniest movement and she reached out and shook the Queen’s hand. Something from fairytales long ago made her curtsy. ‘It’s a pleasure to meet you, Queen Isabelle.’

As she stood up it was clear the Queen was regarding her carefully. Her heart was fluttering madly in her chest. If she didn’t calm down soon she’d end up in a crumpled heap on the floor. She felt as if the whole room was watching her. Anything she did right now would be crucial. Her actions and demeanour would temper what everyone in the room thought of her.

It was as if a lightbulb had gone off in her head. All of a sudden she realised just how much of a chance Alex had taken on her.

She sucked in a breath. She was worthy. She was worthy of his faith in her. She just had to show it.