Princess Of Convenience
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‘I’ll love you forever and ever anyway,’ he told her. ‘Though I may have to sabotage your slot-car. Now, have you any other questions?’
‘No.’
‘Then how about hushing to be kissed?’
‘What a truly excellent idea,’ she murmured and that was the last thing either of them could say for a very long time.
‘Well!’ It was a woman’s voice. American. ‘The things you see.’
‘It’s local colour,’ her friend said, dubiously.
There was a tour bus right by them-the kind that took tourists on a See-Europe-in-Ten-Days type of tour. The combination of Jessica’s car and Raoul’s Lamborghini meant the bus had been brought to a halt and the bus driver was honking for them to move.
Which might well happen when they finished kissing. Eventually. Maybe.
The bus doors were opening now, and, as Jess and Raoul drew reluctantly apart, tourists started piling out. There was a great view of the castle from here, and the bus passengers had obviously demanded to use the opportunity for photographs.
‘They say the prince got married yesterday,’ someone said. ‘If I used my telephoto lens I might see royalty.’
‘Not from here,’ someone else said.
‘Hey, you,’ the bus driver told Raoul. ‘Move that heap of junk.’ Then he eyed the Lamborghini. ‘And that, too.’
‘Not until I’ve finished proposing,’ Raoul said, and went back to kissing Jessica.
‘Proposing,’ Jess said breathlessly, in between kisses. ‘What are you proposing?’
‘This morning,’ he said, softly, in her hair, ‘after you left my bed, I remembered that I’d forgotten. You proposed to me.’ His arms held her, tightly, as if she was the most precious thing in the world. ‘But I forgot to propose to you. Jess, this started out as a marriage of convenience but that lasted a whole two minutes before I realised that I’d married the most wonderful woman in the world. That I love you more than life itself. Those we’ve lost, Jess-they’re still with us. They’re part of us and they’ll stay with us as we stay together. As we live together. As man and wife.’
‘That’s…that’s proposing?’ she whispered.
‘No, it’s not,’ he told her and promptly fell to one knee.
‘Hey, look at this,’ said their first American tourist and nudged her friend.
‘It’s Jessica.’ The yell went up from back up the road. Edouard, his hand held by Henri on one side and Louise on the other, had found their way blocked by the coach and had come the last few steps on foot. ‘It’s Jessica. And Uncle Raoul’s on the ground.’
‘He’s proposing,’ the American said and everyone in the tour group focused.
‘He’s proposing,’ Louise whispered. ‘Oh, Jess.’
‘Wait for us.’ It was a roar, and they turned to see a mêlée of newsmen. Clearly, Louise and Henri and Edouard had been followed. There were professional photographers here now. One edged his way in front of the American tourist and got a swipe from her handbag for his pains.
‘This is my spot.’
‘But if His Highness is proposing…’
‘His Highness?’
‘This is the Prince Regent of Alp’Azuri,’ the photographer said. ‘And his family.’
‘Well, why didn’t you say so?’ the woman exclaimed. ‘Go ahead,’ she said to Raoul. ‘Don’t mind us.’
‘I won’t,’ Raoul said. ‘Jess…’
‘Can you move a little to the right?’ the photographer called.
The photographer was ignored. ‘Jessie…’
‘Yes?’ She was torn between tears and laughter. She was stranded in the most beautiful place in the world. She was surrounded by the people she loved-and a whole lot of people she’d never seen in her life. And Raoul was saying,
‘Will you be my wife?’
It was maybe the weirdest proposal that had ever been made in the history of the Alp’Azuri royal family.
It was the most excellent proposal Jess had ever heard.
And there was only one answer.
She looked down at the man she loved. He gazed up at her and his eyes said it all. She needed courage to take this leap, but he was right here to catch her, forever and ever and ever.
‘Yes, my love,’ she told him. ‘Yes, I’ll be your wife. Forever.’
It was the weirdest day.
It was the best day. A day for moving on…
They’d been surrounded by celebrations, by fuss, by laughter and happiness all this day. Now finally the population of the castle had gone to bed. Soon Jess and Raoul would return to the bridal suite for the real beginning of their married life. But for now…
Now they walked out under the stars and entered the stables.
Angel was kneeling in the hay, and nuzzling her udder were two tiny crias. Matilda and Balthazar.
It had taken time to reunite these three. For a start they’d had to get rid of their audience. Then they’d led a shaky Angel into the stables. For a moment she’d nuzzled the babies, uncertain.
Balthazar had pushed his tiny head under her udder and drunk.
Angel had licked him and then lowered her head into the manger and eaten.
But then Matilda had tried.
Angel had turned and pushed the baby away.
One baby, it had seemed, was enough.
But Raoul was made of sterner stuff. He lifted Balthazar away from the teat. He held him at arm’s length and Angel bleated her distress.
Jess shepherded Matilda back to the teat.
Angel pushed her away.
Over and over.
Half an hour. The tiny Balthazar was frantic and Matilda was starting to wilt.
And then…Angel finally lifted her head and stared from Jess to Raoul and back again.
‘Come on,’ Raoul told her. ‘You have enough heart for two babies.’
Angel seemed to sigh. She turned back to Matilda, who was still by her side. She nosed her, licked her-and finally she let her attach to her teat.
Gently, Raoul had placed Balthazar down. He wriggled his way under, and two babies had been united with their mother.
Now they walked over to the stables, half expecting their happy ending to be not so happy-for her to have rejected one again.
But the three alpacas were fast asleep on the hay. A twin lay on either side of the udder. Angel stirred and looked up as they came in and gave a sleepy alpaca yawn.
‘We’ve done it,’ Raoul said in satisfaction. ‘We’ve united a family.
‘So we have,’ Jess said, softly, from the blessing of her husband’s arms.
‘So we have.’
And two months later…another ceremony.
Two vials of ashes. One taken from a vault in Paris. There had never seemed an appropriate time, an appropriate place. The other taken from the children’s wall of a cemetery in Sydney.
Lisle and Dominic.
They were gathered together, this day. The calm old priest who’d blessed this marriage, Raoul and Jess, and all who loved them.
This was perfect, Jess thought.
They were in the walled kitchen garden. All around the edges were roses, wisteria, jasmine, hollyhocks, delphiniums, a riot of brilliant colour. In the centre were rows and rows of vegetables, enough to feed a small village. Hens-chooks?-were clucking around the edges. Doves were fluttering around the dovecote in the far corner. Through the gaps in the ancient stone walling you could see and hear the sea.
This kitchen garden was no formal garden. It was used every day, by everyone who lived in this castle. Edouard played here with his baby alpacas-though they had to be kept sternly from the lettuces. The servants gossiped here. Louise and Henri sat and held hands and watched Edouard play. Raoul and Jess sat here in the moonlight. And soon… In not so many months, maybe there’d be a crib out here, where a little one could have a daily dose of sun.
Home. Home is where the heart is, Jess thought dreamily. Home is here.
There were even two cracked and
blackened pots arranged artistically on a garden bench, which Raoul refused to remove because ‘Every time I look at them I remember how wonderful life is’.
And now…
The priest said the last few words of blessing. Louise unfastened the lid of one urn and gave it to Raoul.
Jess unfastened her own small urn.
They turned together, hand in hand and faced the sea. They lifted their urns and they let the ash drift across the garden on the soft sea breeze to land where it would.
The urns were empty. Jess turned and she held her husband tight, and once again she shed tears. But this time there was no desolation.
This was right.
Lisle and Dominic had come home.
With their families.
Marion Lennox
Marion Lennox was born on an Australian dairy farm. She moved on-mostly because the cows weren’t interested in her stories! Marion writes for the Medical Romance™ and Harlequin Romance® lines. In her non-writing life Marion cares (haphazardly) for her husband, kids, dogs, cats, chickens and anyone else who lines up at her dinner table. She fights her rampant garden (she’s losing) and her house dust (she’s lost!). She also travels, which she finds seriously addictive. As a teenager Marion was told she’d never get anywhere reading romance. Now romance is the basis of her stories; her stories allow her to travel, and if ever there was one advertisement for following your dream, she’d be it!
In Princess of Convenience Marion takes us into a wonderful mix of reality and fairy tale; where Jessica finds there’s more to this royal business than meets the eye, and her royal prince finds his thoroughly modern princess is more likely to wear Wellingtons than glass slippers.
You can contact Marion at www.marionlennox.com
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