Royal Mistake: The Complete Series

by Ember Casey

  My heart hammers in my chest as he says the words. As he looks into my eyes as though he can see into my soul.

  But then I remember why none of it actually matters. Why he can have twenty-eight of the most beautiful reasons to love me and why none of them are going to change the impossible circumstances in which we find ourselves.

  “Andrew, as much as I appreciate the effort…” My shoulders slump again and the thrashing in my chest turns to something a lot heavier. “We can’t do this. You know it. I know it. I don’t want to be the one to burst your bubble. I don’t want to be the one who has to be the voice of reason—”

  “Then don’t.” He drops his hand away from my face. His gaze falls to the floor for a moment before he lifts it back to mine. “I’ve lived my entire life listening to the voice of reason. Hearing why I couldn’t do things. Why I shouldn’t—”

  “And not listening to it got you into this mess, didn’t it? If you hadn’t gone to Prague that night with Leopold—”

  “I would not have met you.”

  My gaze narrows. “That is not how you should be looking at this. You—”

  “But it’s true. Going to Prague was the best thing that ever happened to me. If a single thing about that night had been different, I never would have needed to hire you. I never would have come to Los Angeles and—”

  “And nothing.” I ball my hands into fists. “I don’t know why I have to keep reminding you of this, Your Highness—you’re going to be a king. You need someone by your side who can be your queen.”

  He smiles as he gazes into my eyes. “And you will be a most beguiling queen, Victoria. Even your name behind that title is perfection. And you—”

  “Will never give you an heir. Have you forgotten that part, Andrew? You can love me twenty-eight ways to eternity, but it isn’t going to change the fact that I cannot give you…” I shake my head again. “I cannot give your people what they deserve.”

  His eyebrows draw together and his shoulders drop. “Why must you continue to bring that up? It is out of our control. And what does it matter? If I were to marry someone and we found we were unable to conceive—”

  “No—women have been beheaded for not producing heirs, Andrew—”

  “Male heirs. In the very distant past. And it isn’t as though—”

  I interrupt with something that sounds like a cross between a groan and a scream. “Will you listen to yourself? All you’ve talked about since we’ve met is how important your people are to you. How important your country is to you. How can you set that aside now?”

  “Because it doesn’t matter.” He reaches out and places his free hand on my shoulder. “All that matters is that you and I are together. The rest…” He shrugs. “We’ll figure it out together.”

  I take a step back, twisting out of his grasp. “How can you say that? How are you going to explain any of this to the citizens of your country? You…you spent so much time after the plane crash thinking that Leo was trying to take your place in line. And now…now you’re saying you want him to?”

  The line between his eyebrows deepens. “I’m saying nothing of the sort. I’m…I’m not saying I’m going to abdicate my position in line for the throne, Victoria. I was merely saying that it doesn’t matter—”

  “Part of your position in line for the throne is producing an heir, Andrew. And I can’t believe that I am the one who has to remind you of that. If you don’t produce an heir, Leo will.” I stare at him for a moment. “Leo is. Right now. Have you thought about that? Have you even considered that the child Elle is carrying is going to be the future monarch of this country if you actually go through with what you’re suggesting?”

  His mouth falls open and he stares at me.

  I give him a wry smile. “Well, I can see from your expression that you haven’t.”

  He jerks a hand through his hair. “It’s not something we need to worry about at this moment.”

  I tilt my head. “Don’t we, though? How can you make a sound decision about the future of Montovia without worrying about it?” My fingernails dig into my palms, my hands are clenched so tightly. “None of this makes any sense. It’s like everything you’ve held dear your entire life has suddenly turned upside-down.”

  “That’s precisely what’s happened. That is exactly what has happened. Everything I’ve ever known—everything I’ve ever believed—has been turned on its head. It’s almost as though I can see things clearly for the first time in my life. Can’t you see that, Victoria? Can’t you—?”

  “Can’t you see that I’m not going to sacrifice the wellbeing of your people for my selfish desires? Andrew…” I throw my hands up before setting them on my waist. “Why can’t you see that?”

  He frowns and glances over at the door.

  “Yes, you should go. You should rethink whatever the hell it is you’re doing here.”

  He snaps his head back to look at me. “It isn’t that.” He glances again at the door again before turning back to me. “I do not wish to continue to argue this with you. I love you. And you love me. Our love for each other is the only thing that matters.”

  “Fine, then I take it back.”

  “You can’t take it back, Victoria. And even if you could unsay the words, I already know the truth. We both do.” He glances again at the door.

  “What is it you’re waiting for out there, Your Highness?” I fold my arms over my chest. “You didn’t invite Lady Clarissa for another show, did you?”

  “Hardly.” He barely covers his smile. “Perhaps under the circumstances, I shouldn’t say. But I thought that tonight would be the best time to do this.”

  My brow furrows. “To do what?” I glance at the door myself. “What did you do?”

  “I’ve arranged for something.”

  I roll my eyes. “The only arrangement I need tonight is transportation to the airport. If you’ve got that on your agenda, I might be persuaded. Otherwise, Andrew…”

  He takes a step forward, pulling my hand into his. “One night, Victoria. Give me one night to convince you.”

  “There is nothing…nothing that is going to convince me. And we’ve already had multiple nights together. It isn’t as though spending one more with each other is going to change anything. It isn’t going to change the fact that I can’t give you or your country what you deserve.”

  “Let me show you.”

  “Show me what? There is nothing you can say or do that is going to change my mind. And you still have to give that speech tomorrow. Even if you could somehow give me the world—”

  I’m interrupted by a knock on the door.

  Andrew grins. “Our transportation is ready, Victoria.”

  “Transportation?”

  He nods. “And not for your departure from Montovia or from my life, for that matter. The transportation for our date.” He extends an elbow to me. “Our first date. And the world is exactly what I intend to give you, Victoria, if you’ll allow me.”

  Andrew

  Try harder.

  William’s words are still at the front of my mind, still spurring my every action. Somehow I will get through to her. I must.

  She seems hesitant to go anywhere with me—I can see the resistance in her eyes—but when I touch her gently on the arm, something softens in her expression.

  “I don’t know, Andrew…”

  “One date,” I say softly. “What sort of gentleman would I be if I didn’t take you on a single date after everything I’ve put you through?”

  She presses her lips together and doesn’t answer.

  “Please,” I say once more. “If you’re determined to leave, at least let me give you a proper farewell.”

  Finally, she looks up at me. In her beautiful eyes I can see the emotion I know she’s trying to hold back. It gives me hope.

  “Okay,” she says finally. Her voice is so quiet I can barely hear it.

  My fingers tighten slightly on her arm. She’s given me one more chance, and I don’t
intend to waste it.

  “This way,” I tell her, leading her to the door.

  Elias, our driver for the evening, is waiting for us in the corridor. Victoria and I follow him downstairs.

  “Where are we going?” she asks me when we get to the car.

  I smile. “If I told you, that would ruin the surprise. In fact…” I reach into my pocket and pull out a long silk scarf. “You’re going to be blindfolded.”

  She stares at me like I’ve gone completely mad. “You can’t be serious.”

  “Of course I’m serious,” I say, grinning. “Come—it’s part of the fun.”

  She looks like she still wants to argue, but she finally just rolls her eyes and turns around—but not before I see the hint of a smile on her lips.

  Carefully, I wrap the scarf around her eyes and tie it at the back of her head.

  “Can you see anything?” I ask her.

  “Nope.”

  “Good.” I finish tying a knot—letting my fingers linger in her hair a touch longer than necessary—then help her into the waiting car.

  “How far is it?” she asks as the car begins moving.

  “About half an hour.”

  “Half an hour?” she says. “And you’re going to keep me blindfolded the whole way there?”

  “It will be worth it, I promise,” I tell her. I reach over and let my fingers drift down her arm, and I feel her shiver beneath my touch. My lips curl up in a slow smile. “Of course, there are plenty of ways we might entertain ourselves on the way there.”

  She shakes her head, but she’s obviously trying to suppress a smile. “Nice try.”

  “I’ve heard it’s even better when you can’t see,” I say. “If you take away one sense, all the others are heightened.” My thumb brushes against the back of her hand, and another tremor moves through her skin. Her breath falters. My smile deepens. “Of course, that’s just a theory. I’ve never actually experienced it myself.”

  “It’s probably bullshit,” she says, sounding a little breathless.

  “Mm. I suppose it might be.” I brush my thumb gently across her skin again, drawing another little gasp from her lips. She’s so sensitive to my touch—even when I haven’t touched her anywhere particularly intimate yet.

  “Is this normal date behavior for you?” she asks. “Teasing women on the way there? It doesn’t seem very gentlemanly.”

  “I don’t normally go on dates like this,” I say. “Perhaps you should teach me about proper date etiquette. For example, is this—” I let my fingers drift up her arm again, trailing them gently across her skin, “—proper date etiquette?”

  “Definitely not.”

  “Oh, forgive me. Then what about this?” I lean over and kiss her lightly on the cheek, just below where the silk scarf presses against her skin.

  “No.” Her voice is a breathless whisper.

  “Maybe here, then?” I tilt my face slightly and kiss her ear.

  She sucks in a sharp breath and doesn’t say a word.

  “Or here?” I say, dropping lower and kissing the side of her neck.

  Her fingers grip the seat.

  “Or even here?” This time I lift my head slightly and kiss the corner of her mouth. I let my lips linger there, and she turns her head slightly, turning the half-kiss into something that might almost be a full kiss.

  And then, suddenly, she pulls away from me.

  “We aren’t doing this,” she says, turning away from me. “I agreed to go on a date with you. Nothing more. In fact…” She grabs the silk scarf and starts to pull it off, but I grab her hand and stop her.

  “Please, leave it on,” I say. “I promise I won’t try to do anything again.”

  She stays still for a moment longer before finally lowering her hand.

  “I don’t know if I can trust you,” she says.

  “You can, I promise.”

  “You promised me you’d marry Princess Justine, too.”

  “I haven’t broken that promise yet.”

  Yet. The word hangs in the air between us.

  She turns away from me. Even though she can’t see, she seems to be more comfortable turned partially away from me.

  Still, I can’t help but notice that her leg still rests quite close to mine—close enough that she must be able to feel the heat from my body. And she’s fidgeting with her fingers, twisting them together and apart as if she doesn’t know quite what to do with them.

  I smile, leaning back against the seat. There is hope.

  I turn and look out the window. The city is lit with a golden glow, shining against the night. It looks exactly as it did when I was up on the roof—but there’s something warmer about it now, something bright and welcoming. When I first had the idea to take Victoria on a date, I considered taking her into the city. There’s a lovely restaurant right on the river, and there’s nothing more romantic or beautiful than the Elizabetta Gardens—at night, the lamps along the path look like little glowing fairies lighting the way. I want to give Victoria a fairy tale—and nothing says fairy tale like that.

  But I don’t dare go into the city until I’ve issued my apology. While I imagine there are some people who have remained loyal to me, I know there are others who will react just as Tobias’s mother did—with anger and hurt. I’ve betrayed them, shamed our country, and lost one of our beloved symbols. Montovia is a small nation, yes, but our people are proud—we have to be. The rest of the world so often forgets us. Most people who are born here never leave our borders—they live and die within our lands. Montovia is a part of us. It burns in our blood.

  Tomorrow, I will take responsibility for what I have done. I will apologize to my people and show them I have the strength and humility to be the leader they deserve. For the first time, they will see me for who I truly am—imperfect but determined. Vulnerable but proud. Broken but trying.

  It’s Victoria who has shown me that side of myself. Somehow, in spite of everything I’ve done and experienced over the past few weeks, I feel stronger than I ever did before—and it’s all because of her. And I know, deep down, that if she stays by my side, the people of Montovia will see that, too. They will see I am a better man because of her. I will be a better king because of the things she’s taught me.

  But why can’t she see that herself?

  The driver follows the road away from the city, and Victoria seems to sense something, because she stirs beside me.

  “This is a very quiet date,” she says finally.

  I find myself smiling again. “What do you usually speak of on dates? Politics? World events?”

  “God, you must be a really boring date.”

  “Politics can be quite fascinating.”

  “And quite controversial,” she says, almost smiling. “Plus they’re essentially your job. Spending the whole night talking about your job is definitely bad date etiquette.”

  “I suppose I can’t argue with that.”

  She shakes her head, her smile widening a little. “Are you really this clueless about dating? Or are you just being difficult?”

  “Honestly, I haven’t done much dating,” I admit. “You should know that—you’ve written about my family for years.”

  “Yeah, but that was just the public stuff. The stuff you guys did for the press. I always assumed there was other stuff going on behind the scenes, especially since the media isn’t allowed here.”

  “I’m not my brother Leopold,” I say. “Don’t mistake me—I enjoy women. But for most of my life, I’ve found my time and attention focused on other things. There have been women, of course. And some formal courtships here and there. But what you refer to as dating has never been a very large part of my life.”

  She looks thoughtful—or at least I imagine she does. I’m beginning to regret the blindfold because I’d love to look into her eyes right now, to see exactly how she feels about my little confession.

  Slowly, her lips turn up into a full smile. “I guess that explains why you’re so bad at t
his whole romance thing.”

  I frown. “Bad? I’ll admit I’ve made a few missteps, but I happen to think that list of reasons—”

  “The list was good,” she says. “Better than good. It was—” The smile suddenly falls off her face, and I can sense her closing herself off again. “But it was also inappropriate. I told you that this was over. I’ve made up my mind. And you promised—”

  “The list is still in my pocket,” I tell her. “I won’t read it to you now, but if you should change your mind, all you have to do is ask.” I let my fingers slide over my pocket and feel the crackle of paper beneath the fabric. “I would point out, though, that even if you never hear these words, that doesn’t mean they don’t exist. Or that they aren’t completely true.”

  She’s grown very still beside me, and I know I’ve pressed too far. I shift in my seat, straightening.

  “And that is why I usually stick to discussions of politics on dates,” I say lightly. “It leads to far fewer awkward situations.”

  The road ahead of us is dark, the streetlights growing farther and farther apart. The trees are getting taller and taller as we leave the capital behind.

  Victoria shifts again beside me. Her thigh brushes against mine, but she quickly pulls it away.

  “My ears are popping,” she remarks after a long moment of silence.

  “We’re almost there,” I tell her.

  Elias turns the car onto a quiet stretch of road, and I resist the urge to reach over and take Victoria’s hand. It’s been some years since I’ve been up here. I’m almost nervous to see it again, to see if it is as magical as I remember.

  Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the car rolls to a stop.

  “Can I take off my blindfold?” Victoria asks.

  “In just a moment,” I tell her. I climb out of the car and reach back to help her out.

  I take her hand and lead her across the grass. She nearly stumbles when the grass becomes a stone path, but I catch her.

  “All right,” I tell her. “Let’s take off your blindfold.” I reach up and undo the knot of the scarf. The fabric falls away from her eyes.