Rebecca Winters - A Prince For Christmas

In truth, it was the only reason Kristin had brought her to Frijia. The precarious situation had to be handled with extreme delicacy.

She walked back and knelt down next to Sonia. “Sweetheart? Guess what I’ve just found out?”

“What?” Sonia asked breathlessly, almost falling off the chair she was so excited.

“Princess Maren is ready to have a baby.”

“A baby—” Sonia’s eyes widened. “You mean right here?”

“No, sweetheart. She’ll have it at the hospital, but for the moment she’s home in bed.”

“Is she sick?”

“No. But the doctor wants her to rest until the baby comes.”

“Are we going to the palace to see her then?”

Kristin hugged her, praying for some inspiration. “I’m afraid not, but she has sent someone else to meet you.”

Sonia’s lower lip started to tremble. Not a good sign.

“I don’t want to meet anybody else!”

“Not even her brother?”

“He’s not a princess—” she blurted in a tear-filled voice that could probably be heard beyond the confines of the back room.

Kristin moaned inwardly. “I know, sweetheart, but her brother is a prince and a very special person. His name is Prince Eric. He’s as famous as his sister.”

Except that infamous was probably more like it.

Over the years Kristin had seen pictures of the handsome royal family on television and in magazines, as well as in the Cultural Exchange’s own newspaper. It was in one of their editions that the Chocolate Barn’s contest had been advertised with the promise of the winner being able to meet Princess Maren.

Her brother, Prince Eric, was even better looking than his elder brother who was now king. The eligible playboy prince appeared more often in the news than the rest of his family. He’d been linked with the great beauties of Europe, and was reputed to have broken many hearts.

“But I want to meet the Princess!” Sonia cried loud enough for everyone in the entire store to hear her.

“I know you do, but this can’t be helped. Remember how Grandpa Elling couldn’t come with us because he’s been sick? Well it’s the same thing with the Princess.”

“But she’s not sick. She just has to rest,” Sonia reasoned in her child’s mind before she broke down sobbing and clung to Kristin. “Please can’t we call the Princess on the phone?” she begged, totally out of control.

“If you tell her how much I want to meet her, she’ll let me come. I know she will.”

Tears streamed down her blotchy cheeks, panicking Kristin who hadn’t seen her niece like this since she’d awakened in the hospital to learn that her parents had gone to heaven.

“I p-promise not to make any n-noise or do a-anything wrong, Aunty Kristin. I’ll be s-so good. T-tell her I’ll be g-good.”

Sonia’s hysteria stemmed from a lot more than disappointment that she wouldn’t be meeting a real live princess. She was still too fragile after losing her mother and father.

Kristin was frantic because a member of the royal family along with television crews and photographers were waiting in the store for the appearance of the lucky little girl who’d won the Chocolate Barn’s contest.

This was turning into a nightmare!

“Maybe I can help,” said a low compelling male voice in English with only the slightest trace of accent.

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