father and I’m not taking no for an answer.’
He reached for his keys and held open the door. ‘Come on, let’s get this over with.’
He didn’t speak again until they were driving along the foothills to Amelia’s cottage. ‘I know you think I should come forward, Amelia, but don’t forget I have to perform heart surgery on the king in a matter of days. I think it’s better all round to continue to view him as a patient like any other, despite the fact that he may be my grandfather.’
Amelia could appreciate his point of view. It would make the surgery a lot more stressful if Alex was in some way emotionally involved with the patient. Surgeons were usually discouraged from operating on close relatives in case their clinical judgement was affected.
‘Besides,’ Alex continued, ‘I want to investigate this myself before anyone else jumps to conclusions that may not be accurate. If it turns out to be true, then I’ll have to cross that bridge when I come to it.’
‘But how will you investigate it?’
‘Firstly I want to talk to your father and get his angle on what happened, and then I’ll get someone to run a check on my birth certificate and adoption details, which will no doubt take a week or two.’
‘Will you tell your parents and sister?’
‘Not at this stage,’ he said, shifting the gears. ‘For now this is between us and your father—no one else.’
Amelia sank back in her seat, her thoughts flying off in all directions.
‘I mean it, Amelia,’ he said, flicking a quick glance her way. ‘I’m only here for a short time. I want this time we have together to be about us, not some myth about me being a long-lost prince.’
‘But you are the prince,’ she said softly. ‘I just know you are.’
‘Maybe, but princes can still be attracted to beautiful women, can’t they?’ he said.
She felt her heart give a painful contraction. ‘Yes, they can, but it would be unwise to do so with a woman from a background such as mine.’
‘I have no problem with your background,’ he said. ‘In fact I think it’s one of the most enchanting things about you.’
She frowned at him. ‘But my father is solely responsible for what happened to you! How can you even think of a relationship with me?’
One of his hands left the steering wheel to capture one of hers. She held her breath as he brought her hand up to his mouth, her stomach turning inside out when he placed his lips to her fingers in a soft-as-air kiss. ‘That’s why,’ he said, and, keeping her hand in his, brought it to rest on the top of his thigh.
Amelia thought her father’s cottage looked even tawdrier in the fading light of the evening as Alex parked his car under the trees a little while later. There was an unmistakable irony in its stark contrast from the castle they had visited a few hours earlier. It seemed to drive home all the more forcefully the inherent differences between their backgrounds. Even without the spectre of his royal status, Alex’s childhood had still been leagues away from hers. She had never known the comfort of a well-tended home and reliable income to provide the standard of living he more or less had taken for granted. She felt sure he had never come home from school or university to a sink full of unwashed dishes, and dust like carpet on the floor.
She felt the shame rush through her as soon as Alex came up behind her when she opened the front door, imagining how he too would be making his own comparisons.
Her father looked up from his slumped position at the table, his bleary-eyed gaze widening when it encountered the tall figure carrying a doctor’s bag who had followed Amelia inside.
‘Papà, this is Dr Alex Hunter,’ she said in a subdued tone.
Alex saw the older man’s struggle to get to his feet and gently laid a hand on his shoulder. ‘No, please don’t get up.’ He offered his hand. ‘How do you do, Signor Vialli?’
Amelia could see the mortal fear on her father’s already too-pale face. He choked back a hacking cough and gave Alex’s outstretched hand a feeble shake, mumbling something inaudible in return.
‘Your daughter tells me you’ve not been well,’ Alex said, pulling out a chair and sitting beside him.
‘I’m dying,’ Aldo Vialli said. ‘It’s what I deserve.’
‘There’s no need to suffer unnecessarily,’ Alex said. ‘There are things we can do to help you through the difficult stages.’
‘Papà, I’ve talked to Alex about what happened,’ Amelia said.
Her father’s eyes glazed with pain as another bout of coughing took over his emaciated form. She saw the sympathetic wince Alex tried to disguise, and she felt as if her heart had swelled to twice its size.
‘Do you feel up to answering some questions for him?’ she asked.
Her father looked at her. ‘The birthmark?’ he croaked.
Amelia nodded gravely. ‘He had one but had it removed. It was as you described.’
Tears began to shine in Aldo Vialli’s eyes as he faced Alex. ‘I was supposed to kill you… I could not do it…’
‘Thank you,’ Alex said with gracious sincerity.
Her father blinked back the tears. ‘I never intended to get so involved, not in that way. I had to think of an alternative… It was never my intention to bring such suffering on you or your family. But what is done is done, and cannot be undone.’
‘I understand,’ Alex said, wondering if he really did. He was feeling more than a little shell-shocked as he faced the man supposedly responsible for the bizarre circumstances that had led to his adoption. None of it seemed real. It was the stuff of Hollywood thrillers, not normal life. How could it be true? Sure, he’d been adopted at the age of two, but that didn’t mean he was the king’s grandson. There could be thousands of men his age who could just as easily fit the bill.
‘You are so like your father,’ Aldo choked out. ‘It is my fault that you have not had the chance to meet him in person.’
‘Nothing’s been established as yet,’ Alex said. ‘There are legal channels that need to be investigated first. I know it all seems to fit, but what if I’m not who you think I am?’
‘There is no doubt in my mind,’ Aldo said. ‘You had the birthmark that, if nothing else, brands you as Alessandro Fierezza.’
‘Look, to make things a little clearer in my head I’d like to know a few more details, if you feel up to telling me?’ Alex said.
‘Of…course,’ Aldo said in between another hacking cough. ‘I will tell you.’
Amelia sat in silence as her father relayed the events of thirty-four years ago, the picture he painted so painful to hear, she had trouble keeping her emotions at bay.
It was clear to Amelia after his confession that her father was exhausted. His skin had taken on a clammy sheen and his eyes had flickered
