Kedah’s impatience was rising. She had swanned off before five last night and now, when he properly needed her, she had called in sick—with a cold, of all things. ‘I want you here within the hour,’ he told her. ‘I have a lot to sort out. You know that. I fly to Zazinia tomorrow.’
‘I can’t come into work,’ she responded. She didn’t need to be looking in a mirror to know that her face was red and that her eyes were swollen from crying. ‘I have to take today off. I believe my contract allows for sick days with a medical certificate?’
Felicia ended the call and turned off her phone. Refusing to lie there worrying, she hauled herself out of bed and dressed. Grabbing her purse, she headed out.
Oh, she was doing her best to reassure herself that it was travel and exhaustion that accounted for her being late, as well as the uncertainty of being head over heels in love with the most insensitive man in the world.
A man who could hold you in his arms while discussing brides.
A man who had told her to her face that an unplanned pregnancy wouldn’t faze him and that the palace would ‘handle’ it.
Though for all he had stated it wouldn’t be an issue, it might be a touch more scandal than he would want this close to a meeting of the Accession Council and the bridal selection.
Well, she didn’t need Vadia to sort her out. Felicia would manage this herself!
She bought the necessary kit and, once home, did what the instructions said and waited, with mounting anxiety, trying to tell herself that she could not be pregnant.
Except just a moment later she found out that she was.
All the panic seemed to still inside her, and she waited for it to regroup and slam back. She waited for the tears she had sobbed this morning to return with renewed vigour, but nothing happened. She sat there, staring at the indicator, trying to comprehend the fact that she was going to be a mum.
It wasn’t something she’d ever really considered before. A baby had never factored in her plans.
Her career had always come first and relationships had come last.
Till Kedah.
Only she wasn’t thinking about Kedah and scandals and the damage this might cause right now.
Instead she thought of herself and her own wants.
And she wanted her baby.
She wanted this little creation that had been made by them.
It was, for Felicia, a very instant love, for someone she knew she must protect.
And she had been told, though had never quite understood, that love was patient.
Could it be?
When she should be calling the doctor, or demanding Kedah’s reaction, something told her that her baby would still be waiting on the other side.
There were other things that needed to be sorted now. It was time to focus on the job she had been hired to do.
Even though she had only known she was pregnant for an hour, right now Felicia needed to be a working mum.
Kedah’s future might depend on it.
Yes, Felicia was very good at her job.
* * *
She went over and over their conversations and thought back to her time at the palace—it all came back to one thing.
Kedah needed to know, before he went into battle, whether or not he was the rightful Crown Prince.
Without that there could be no clear rebuttal, and if he wasn’t his father’s son...
Felicia sat in her little home study late into the afternoon. The shadows fell over her table and she was just about to put her desk lamp on when there was a knock at the door. She went down the hall, opened the door and signed for a box, which she took back to her study.
It was as if she had let in the sun, for now it streamed through the window, golden and warm. She smiled as she opened the box and took out a gorgeous basket. She looked at the contents.
There was a bottle of cognac and a glass, as well as a warmer. There was a dressing gown, silk handkerchiefs and organic honey. Felicia felt as though she was going to cry as she held lemons so perfect that they might have been chosen and hand-picked by angels.
There was everything you could possibly need if you did indeed have a cold and weren’t in fact crying over Kedah.
What was it with him that he moved her so?
And not just her.
She thought of how he walked into a room and the aura Felicia felt she could see, how heads turned when he passed.
It wasn’t just his beauty.
There was more.
When he gave his attention it was completely, whether it was to her or to a waiter. Kedah had a way of giving full focus, and she had never witnessed it in another.
Kedah was his father’s son. Felicia was sure.
She was as certain as she could be that he had been born to be King.
But how could she prove it?
There was a note too, handwritten by him.
And this was much better than choosing from a brochure or a huge bunch of flowers.
She could imagine the courier waiting as he penned it, and knew that whatever happened she would keep it for ever—because while he made her cry in private, always he made her smile.
Felicia,
Of course you don’t need a medical certificate. I was just surprised that you were sick and disappointed not to see you. Things are about to get busy, but take the time you need to get well and return when you are ready.
It would mean a lot if I could see you tomorrow before I leave for Zazinia. If not, I understand, and shall be in touch soon.
Kedah.
Clearly he needed her on form to deal with the press and believed that she really had a cold.
Yes, he could be arrogant at times, she thought, but then he was so terribly kind.
And he must never know she had fallen in love with him.
It had never been part of the deal.
FELICIA WOKE LONG before her alarm, and after showering she dressed for battle.
And it would be a battle to keep her true feelings from him.
But
