Becoming the Prince's Wife

“The public has no idea of the anguish that goes on behind locked royal doors.”

“We’re just people who’ve been born to a strange destiny. I didn’t want to disappoint my parents or be haunted with regrets like my uncle. Fortunately, Mother is still capable of ruling, and my time to fulfill my obligation hasn’t come yet.”

“But it will one day.”

“Yes.”

“It’s hard to comprehend a life like yours. May I be blunt and ask you if you have a girlfriend right now?”

“I’ve been seeing someone in town.”

She had to suppress a moan. Did you hear that, Carolena? “And she’s all right with the situation?”

“Probably not, but from the beginning she’s known we couldn’t possibly have a future. In case you’re wondering, I haven’t slept with her.”

Carolena shook her head. “You don’t owe me any explanation.”

“Nevertheless, I can see the next question in your eyes and so I’ll answer it. Contrary to what the media says about me, there have been only a few women with whom I’ve had an intimate relationship, but they live outside the country.”

“Yet knowing you are betrothed has never stopped any of them from wanting to spend time with you?”

“No. The women I’ve known haven’t been looking for permanency, either.” He smiled. “We’re like those ships passing in the night.”

It sounded awful. Yet, since Berto, she hadn’t been looking for permanency, either, and could relate more than he knew.

“I’ve warned my latest girlfriend our relationship could end at any time. You’re within your rights to condemn me, Carolena.”

“I could never condemn you,” she whispered, too consumed by guilt over how she’d accidentally brought out Berto’s death to find fault with anyone. “You’ve had every right to live your life like any ordinary man. But like your uncle, it must have been brutal for you to have grown up knowing your bride was already chosen for you.”

“I’ve tried not to think about it.”

Her mind reeled from the revelations. “Does your betrothed know and understand?”

“I’m quite sure Princess Alexandra has had relationships, too. It’s possible she’s involved with someone she cares about right now. Her parents’ expectations for her haven’t spared her anguish, either.”

“No,” she murmured, but it was hard to understand. How could any man measure up to Valentino? If Princess Alexandra was like his sister, she’d been in love with Valentino for years. “Does she support your work as a volcanologist?”

“I haven’t asked her.”

“Why not?”

“Up to now we’ve been living our own lives apart as much as possible.”

“But this is an integral part of your life!”

He sat up, chewing on the end of a blade of grass. “Our two families have spent occasional time together over the years. But the last time my brother was home on leave and went to Cyprus with me and my mother, he told me that Alexandra admitted she never liked the idea that I was a volcanologist.”

“And that doesn’t worry you?”

He studied her for a long moment. “It’s an issue we’ll have to deal with one day after we’re married.”

“By then it will be too late to work things out between you,” she cried. “How often do you fly to Catania?”

“Four times a week.”

“She’s not going to like that, not if she hates the idea of it.”

He gave her a compassionate smile. “Our marriage won’t be taking place for a long time, so I choose not to worry about it.”

“I don’t see how you can stand it.”

“You learn to stand it when you’ve been born into a royal family. Why fate put me in line for the throne instead of you, for example, I don’t know.”

“You mean a woman can rule?”

“If there are no other males. Under those circumstances, she must marry another royal so she can reign. But my grandparents didn’t have a daughter. Uncle Stefano should have been king, but he rebelled, so it fell to my father to rule.”

Tears trickled down her cheeks. “How sad for your uncle.”

“A double sadness, because though he’d abdicated in order to choose his own life, he was burdened with the pain of disappointing his parents.”

“There’s been so much pain for all of you. And now your own sister and father have passed on.”

He nodded. “It’s life.”

“But it’s so much to handle.” Her voice trembled. Carolena wanted to comfort him but realized no one could erase all that sadness. She wiped the moisture off her cheeks. “You didn’t have to tell me anything. I feel honored that you did.”

His gaze roved over her. “Your flattering interest in what I do prompted me to talk about something I’ve kept to myself for a long time. It felt good to talk about it. Why don’t you try it out on me by telling me what’s bothering you.”

Her eyes closed tightly for a moment. “Let’s just say someone that I loved died and it was my fault. Unlike you, I can’t seem to move on from the past.”

“Maybe you haven’t had enough time to grieve.”

Carolena could tell him seven years had been more than enough time to grieve. At this point, grief wasn’t her problem. Guilt was the culprit. But all she said to him was, “Maybe.”

“It might be therapeutic to confide in someone. Even me.”

His sincerity warmed her heart, but confiding in him would be the worst thing she could do. To remain objective around him, she needed to keep some barriers between them. “You have enough problems.”

“None right this minute.”

He stared hard at her. “Was his death intentional?”

“No.”

“I didn’t think it was. Have you gone for counseling?”

“No. It wouldn’t help.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes, I do.” In a panic, she started to get up. He helped her the rest of the way. “Thank you for being willing to listen.” It was time to change the subject. “Your uncle would be so happy to see how he guided you on your particular path, and more especially on how you’re putting that knowledge to exceptional use. If I’d had such an uncle, I would have made him take me with him, too. What you do can be dangerous, but it is thrilling.”

“You’re right about that,” he said, still eyeing her speculatively. “Shall we head out? By the time we reach the palace, hopefully Vincenzo will have good news for us about Max and we can all eat dinner together.”

“I hope so.”

They mounted their horses and took a different route to the stable. A limo was waiting to take them back to her wing of the palace. When they arrived, she opened the car door before he could. “You don’t need to see me inside. Thank you for a wonderful day.”

He studied her through veiled eyes. “It was my pleasure. I’ll call you when I’ve spoken with Vincenzo.”

She nodded before getting out of the limo. After hurrying inside, she took a quick shower, applied her makeup and arranged her hair in a loose knot on top of her head. For the first time in years her thoughts hadn’t been on Berto. They’d been full of the prince, who’d brought her alive from the moment he’d appeared at the side of the pool.

No matter that he had a girlfriend at the moment, it was hard to breathe every time Carolena thought of the way he’d looked at her. She could understand why any woman lucky enough to catch his eye would be willing to stay in a relationship as long as possible to be with him. There was no one like him.

Needing to do something with all this energy he’d generated through no fault of his own, she got dressed, deciding to wear a short-sleeved crocheted lace top in the same egg shell color as her linen pants. The outfit was light and airy. She toned it with beige ankle-strap crisscross espadrilles.

While she was waiting for a phone call, she heard a knock on the door and wondered if it might be the prince. With a pounding heart she reached for her straw bag and opened it, but it was the maid, and Carolena was furious at herself for being disappointed.

“Signorina? His Highness has asked me to accompany you to dinner. He’s waiting on the terrace.”

What about Abby and Vincenzo? “Thank you for coming to get me.”

No shortcuts through the grounds this time, but it gave Carolena the opportunity to see more of the ornate palace. By the time she arrived at the terrace, Vincenzo had already joined the prince, but there was no sign of Abby or Max. The two men stood together chatting quietly.

She had the impression this terrace was a recent addition. It was a masterpiece of black-and-white marble checkerboard flooring, Moorish elements and cream-colored lattice furniture in Italian provincial. A collection of exotic trees and flowering plants gave the impression they were in a garden.

Valentino’s dark blue gaze saw her first. He broke from Vincenzo and moved toward her wearing jeans and a sand-colored polo shirt. “Buonasera, Carolena. You look beautiful.”

Don’t say that. “Thank you.”

His quick smile was a killer. “I hope you’re hungry. I told the kitchen to prepare chicken the way Abby tells me you like it.”

“You’re very kind.” Too kind. She flashed him a smile as he helped her get seated. Valentino had no equal as a host. She decided he had no equal, period.

Vincenzo walked over and kissed her cheek before sitting down at the round table opposite her. A sumptuous-looking meal had been laid out for them. A maid came out on the terrace just then and told Valentino his mother wanted to speak to him when he had a minute. He nodded before she left.

“Where’s Abby, Vincenzo?”

“Max fussed all day and is still feverish, so we’re taking turns.”

“The poor little thing. Do you think it’s serious?”

“We don’t know. Our doctor said it could be a virus, but Max isn’t holding down his food. That has me worried.”

“I don’t blame you. Is there something I can do to help?”

“Yes,” Valentino inserted. “If Max is still sick tomorrow, you can keep me company, since Vincenzo will be tied up taking care of his family.”

He actually sounded happy about it, but the news filled Carolena with consternation. She’d been with him too much already and her attraction to him was growing. She flicked him a glance. “You don’t have to worry about entertaining me. I brought my laptop and always have work to do.”

“Not while you’re here.” Valentino’s underlying tone of authority quieted any more of her excuses. “No doubt you and Abby had intended to visit some of the shops and museums in Gemelli while on holiday, but I can think of something more exciting for tomorrow if you’re up to it.”

Vincenzo shot her a glance she couldn’t decipher. “Be careful.”

She chuckled. “Is that a warning?”

After finishing his coffee, a glimmer of a smile appeared. “On my first business visit here years ago, Valentino dangled the same option in front of me.”

“What happened?”

He studied her for a moment. “That’s for you to find out.”

“Now you’ve made me nervous.”

“Maybe you should be.” She couldn’t tell if Vincenzo’s cryptic response was made in jest or not.

“You’ve frightened her,” Valentino muttered. Again, Carolena was confused by the more serious undertone of their conversation.

“Then I’m sorry and I apologize.” Vincenzo put down his napkin and got to his feet. “Enjoy your evening. We’ll talk again in the morning. Please don’t get up.”

“Kiss that baby for me and give Abby my love.”

“I will.”

She’d never seen Vincenzo so preoccupied. Being a new father wasn’t easy, but she sensed something else was on his mind, as well.

“What went on just now?” she asked as soon as he left the terrace.

Valentino had been watching her through narrowed eyes. “I’m afraid he thinks my idea of a good time could backfire.” Carolena believed there was more to it than that, but she let it go for now.

“You mean it might be one of those surprises that’s the wrong kind for me?”

“Possibly.”

“Well, if you don’t tell me pretty soon, I might expire on the spot from curiosity.”

She thought he’d laugh, but for once he didn’t. “I’d like to take you sailing to Taormina. It’s an island Goethe called ‘a part of paradise.’ The medieval streets have tiny passages with secrets I can guarantee you’ll love.”

“It sounds wonderful, but that wasn’t the place you had in mind when you were talking with Vincenzo.”

“I’ve had time to think the better of it.”

A rare flare of temper brought blood to her cheeks. “Vincenzo is Abby’s husband, not mine.”

“And he enjoys her confidence.”

“In other words, he’s trying to protect me from something he thinks wouldn’t be good for me.”

“Maybe.”

Carolena’s grandmother used to try to protect her the same way. But if she got into it with the prince, she’d be acting like the willful child her grandparent used to accuse her of being. Averting her eyes, she forced herself to calm down and said, “It’s possible Max will be better, but in case he isn’t, I’d love a chance to go sailing. It’s very kind of you.”

She heard his sharp intake of breath. “Now you’re patronizing me.”

“What do you expect me to do? Have a tantrum?” The question was out of her mouth before she could stop it. She was mortified to realize she was out of control. Something had gotten into her. She didn’t feel at all herself.

“At least it would be better than your pretense to mollify me,” came the benign response.

What? “If you weren’t the prince—”

“I asked you to forget my title.”

“That’s kind of hard to do.”

“Why don’t you finish what you were about to say. If I weren’t the prince...”

“Bene.” She sucked in her breath. “If neither of you were princes, I’d tell you I’ve been taking care of myself for twenty-seven years and don’t need a couple of guys I hardly know to decide what’s best for me. If that sounds ungracious, I didn’t mean for it to offend you, but you did ask.”

A look of satisfaction entered his eyes. “I was hoping you would say that. How would you like to fly up on Etna with me in a helicopter? We’ll put down in one spot and I’ll show you some sights no visitor gets to see otherwise.”

Gulp. She clung to the edge of the table from sheer unadulterated excitement. Valentino intended to show her that ten-thousand-foot volcano up close? After seeing that movie, what person in the world wouldn’t want the opportunity? She couldn’t understand why Vincenzo thought it might not be a good experience for her.

“You love your work so much you’d go up there on your day off?”

“You can ask that after what I revealed to you today? Didn’t you tell me you thought it sounded thrilling?”

“Yes.” She stood up and gazed into those intelligent, dark blue eyes. Ignoring the warning flags telling her to be prudent, she said, “I’d absolutely love it.”

A stillness surrounded them. “Never let it be said I didn’t give you an out.”

“I don’t want one, even if Vincenzo thought I did.”

A tiny nerve throbbed at the side of his hard jaw. “If Max is still sick in the morning, we’ll leave around eight-thirty. You’ll need to wear jeans and a T-shirt if you brought one. If not, you can wear one of mine.”

“I have one.”

“Good, but you can’t go in sandals.”

“I brought my walking boots.”

“Perfect.”

“I’ll see you in the morning then.”

As she started to leave, he said, “Don’t go yet.”

Valentino—I can’t spend any more time with you tonight. I just can’t! “Your mother is waiting for you and I have things to do. I know the way back to my room.”

“Carolena?”

With a pounding heart, she paused at the entrance. “Yes?”

“I enjoyed today more than you know.”

Oh, but I do, her heart cried.

“The horseback ride was wonderful. Thank you again.” In the next breath she took off for the other wing of the palace. Her efforts to stay away from him weren’t working. To see where he spent his time and share it with him was too great a temptation to turn down, but she recognized that the thing she’d prayed would never happen was happening!

She was starting to care about him, way too much. Forget the guilt over Berto’s death that had prevented her from getting close to another man. Her feelings were way too strong for Valentino. Already she was terrified at the thought of handling another loss when she had to fly back to Arancia with Abby and Vincenzo.

But if she said she wasn’t feeling well now and begged off going with him tomorrow, he’d never believe her. Though she knew she was walking into emotional danger by getting more involved, she didn’t have the strength to say no to him. Help.

CHAPTER THREE

LETTING CAROLENA GO when it was the last thing he wanted, Valentino walked through the palace to his mother’s suite. The second he entered her sitting room he was met with the news he’d been dreading all his adult life.

While he’d been riding horses with Carolena, his mother had worked out the details of his coming marriage to Princess Alexandra of Cyprus. Both royal families had wanted a June wedding, but he’d asked for more time, hoping for another year of freedom. Unfortunately they’d forced him to settle on August tenth and now there was no possibility of him changing his mind.

Tonight his mother had pinned him down, gaining his promise there’d be no more women. By giving his word, it was as good as writing it in cement.

Ages ago he and Michelina had talked about their arranged marriages. Valentino had intended to be true to Alexandra once their marriage date was set, but he’d told Michelina he planned to live a full life with other women until his time came.

She, on the other hand, never did have the same problem because she’d fallen in love with Vincenzo long before they were married and would never have been unfaithful to him. Vincenzo was a good man who’d kept his marriage vows despite the fact that he didn’t feel the same way about her. Valentino admired him more than any man he knew for being the best husband he could under the circumstances.

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