Marion Lennox - The Royal House Of Karedes - Two Kingdoms

The Santos woman’s eyebrows rose.

“Prince?”

“From the kingdom of Aristo. Perhaps you’ve heard of it,” he said politely, knowing she would have. You could not read a magazine or see a television program about the rich and famous without hearing of places like Dubai, Monaco and Aristo.

“And you know my daughter?”

“Indeed. In fact, Maria and I are going to be spending the next few weeks together.”

Maria gave him a look that should have turned him to stone. “The prince means we’ll be working together.”

“Maria is making my mother’s birthday gift.”

Luz raised her dark eyebrows. “Maria? Is this what you meant when I called you a little while ago?”

Alex looked at Maria. She glared even as color rose in her cheeks. It had been her mother on the phone, not her lover. Why did that please him? Whether she had a lover or not didn’t matter. She would be his for the next four weeks. Who gave a damn if she came home to Joaquin when the month ended?

“ Sí , Mama, it was.”

He could almost see Luz mulling that over. Finally, she stepped aside and motioned them forward. “Come inside. I don’t want to bother the neighbors.”

Maria looked like a wild animal who wanted to escape a trap, but she jerked her head in assent and moved past him into the apartment.

The entry foyer was big; it led down two steps into a living room that must have been elegant in its day but now was dimly lit and depressing. Luz made no offer of coffee or tea; she took a chair and when Maria hovered uncertainly, Alex took her elbow. He felt her stiffen, knew she wanted to jerk free but she let him draw her down beside him on a small, sagging, blanket-covered sofa.

“You see,” Alex said pleasantly, “my mother—”

“She is the queen?”

“Queen Tia. Yes. Her sixtieth birthday is next month, and—”

He launched into an explanation of the planned celebration. The state dinner in the palace. The ball that would follow. The presentation of Maria’s necklace to the queen at precisely midnight, followed by fireworks. The fact that Maria was accompanying him to Aristo so she could consult personally with the queen and with him, should questions arise about the design of the piece.

“You mean, my daughter will leave New York?”

“Yes,” Alex said politely, “but I can assure you—”

“Well, if it doesn’t worry her to leave me all alone, who am I to complain? I am not well, Your Highness. Perhaps Maria has mentioned it.”

“You’re fine, Mama. Your doctors say—”

“What do doctors know?” Luz crossed herself. “We can only pray for the best. Besides, I suppose you’re determined to live out this fantasy of yours.”

Alex could see a vein throb in Maria’s temple.

“Could we please have this discussion another time?” she said, but Luz ignored her.

“Do you have children, Prince Alexandros?”

“I’m not married, Mrs. Santos,” Alex said politely, though being polite was growing difficult.

“Well, when you do, you’ll understand that a mother’s sole concern is for her child’s welfare. Maria’s cousin, Angela—”

“I’m sure the prince isn’t interested in Angela.”

“Angela is a wonderful girl. She has an excellent position with an insurance company. She’s offered many, many times to arrange for Maria to have an interview there. Why, only this evening, I told Maria of Angela’s promotion. She’ll be earning thirty thousand dollars a year!” Luz leaned toward her daughter. “And I didn’t get the chance to tell you the rest. Angela’s engaged. To her supervisor, can you imagine? She has done so well for herself. It’s hard to believe you and she graduated high school at the same time.”

The sofa was small. Maria’s thigh was against his. Alex could feel her trembling. With anger? With despair? Not that it mattered to him…

“We had different goals,” Maria said carefully. “Angela went straight to work. I went to college.”

“And quit.”

“I didn’t quit, I changed schools. I went to the Fashion Institute of Technology.” A touch of pride edged her words. “It was not easy to get in.”

Luz made a face. “Such foolishness! Two years spent studying what? Drawing? Making geegaws? And meanwhile, your cousin, Angela, was—”

The hell with this , Alex thought, and he clasped Maria’s hand. She tried to tug it away but he threaded his fingers through hers.

“Maria,” he said smoothly, “I think it’s time we told your mother the truth.”

Her eyes went dark and wild. “Alex. Alex, please—”

“I admire your modesty, glyka mou ,” he said softly, “but surely your mother should know the details—of this commission.”

Maria let out a breath. Luz shrugged her shoulders.

“I know them already, Prince Alexandros. My daughter entered a contest and lost. She’s won it now because the real winner backed out.”

“You make it sound as if Maria entered a sweepstakes, Mrs. Santos,” Alex said with a smile that barely softened the tightly spoken words. “In fact, fifty of the world’s most prestigious jewelry designers submitted sketches for my father’s perusal. He and his ministers narrowed the field to three but the final selection was the king’s.” He paused. “He chose an excellent entry—but from the start, Maria’s design was the queen’s choice.”

Maria’s eyes lit. “Was it?” she said softly.

Alex nodded. What was the harm in telling her the truth?

“The necklace your daughter creates will be photographed by every major magazine. It will be featured on television news on virtually every continent. And when the queen’s birthday celebration ends, it will be displayed alongside the Crowns of Aristo and Adamas, two of the most famous royal crowns in the world.”

Luz seemed to take it all in. Then she nodded and looked at Maria.

“This is a fine opportunity, mia hija .”

“ Sí , Mama. I know it is.”

“You must not squander it. Such good fortune may not come your way again.”

Alex glanced at Maria. She had a stiff smile pinned to her lips. He couldn’t blame her. Not that her feelings meant anything to him, but couldn’t her mother work up a little enthusiasm? His own mother had always been loving. Not the way mothers were loving in the books he’d read when he was growing up, or even in the ways he’d observed when he spent an occasional holiday weekend with a friend from boarding school.

Tia had not tousled his hair or kissed his scraped knees; she had not tucked him in at night or sat with him at breakfast in the morning. He’d longed for those things as a kid but he’d understood. She was the queen. His father was the king. His parents had grave responsibilities; from his earliest years on, he’d been groomed to respect that.

But Tia had applauded his every academic achievement and sports trophy. Even Aegeus, who had always treated his children, especially his sons, with cool removal, would have offered a word of praise at news as important as this.

“This was more than good fortune,” he said coolly. Maria looked at him in surprise. Hell, he’d surprised himself. “Your daughter’s talent is the reason she won the commission.”

Maria’s counterfeit smile had given way to one that was soft and sweet. He wanted to cup her face with his hand, taste that sweetness, kiss her not as he had before but gently, tenderly…

A muscle knotted in his jaw.

“It’s time we left,” he said brusquely, and rose to his feet.

It had stopped snowing; the street was clear and a plow truck disappearing just ahead, red lights blinking, was the reason.

Hans popped from the driver’s seat of the big limo and swept the rear door open. Maria stepped in; Alex followed her.