dazzled by your strategy.”
“Perhaps you would like to offer a suggestion?” he asked.
“Not really. Go ahead.”
Privately he agreed with Pepper’s approach, but he doubted it would be successful as she grew.
“We’ll talk later,” Kayleen said, rescuing him. “I know hitting a bully seems like a good idea, but it’s going to get you into a lot of trouble. Not only with the teachers and with me, but as As’ad mentioned, you could get hurt.”
“All right,” Pepper grumbled. “But sometimes boys are really stupid.”
Dana looked at As’ad. “What good thing happened to you?”
“I decided on a bridge. There is to be a new one over the river. After much planning and discussion, a choice was made. I am pleased.”
All three girls stared at him. “You’re going to build a bridge?” Nadine asked.
“No. I have given my approval and told them what to do. Now they will do it.”
“Cool,” Dana breathed. “What else can you tell people to do?”
“Can you throw them in the dungeon?” Pepper asked. “Can I see the dungeon?”
“One day.”
Her eyes widened. “There’s a real one? Here? In the palace?”
“Yes, and sometimes children who do not behave are sent to it.”
They all went silent.
He chuckled. “So, Kayleen, what was your one good thing for today?”
This, Kayleen thought as she tried not to stare at the handsome man at the head of the table. This dinner, this moment, with the girls having fun and As’ad acting like they were all part of the same family.
It wasn’t real—she knew that. But all her life she’d wanted to be a part of something special, and here it was.
Still, she had to say something. “There are stables nearby,” she told the girls. “I found them when I was out walking.”
All three of them turned to him. “Horses? You have horses?” Dana asked.
“We love horses,” Nadine told him.
“I can ride.” Pepper paused, as if waiting for As’ad to be impressed. “I’ve had lessons.”
He turned to Kayleen. “At the orphanage?”
“A former student left several horses to the school, along with the money to pay for them. Many of the children ride.”
“Do you?”
There was something about his dark eyes, she thought, knowing she could stare into them for hours and never grow tired of the effect of the changing light.
“Badly,” she admitted. “The horse and I never figured out how to talk to each other.”
“That’s because horses don’t talk,” Pepper told her, then turned to As’ad. “Kayleen falls off a lot. I try not to laugh, because I don’t want her to hurt herself, but it’s kinda funny.”
“For you,” Kayleen murmured.
The main door to the suite opened and a tall, gray-haired man strode into the suite.
“As’ad. There you are. Oh. You’re having dinner with your family.”
“Father,” As’ad said as he rose.
Father? Something nagged at the back of Kayleen’s mind, before bursting free. Father? As in the king?
She jumped to her feet and motioned for the girls to do the same. Once they were standing she didn’t know what to do next. Bow? Curtsy?
As’ad glanced at her, then the girls. “Father, this is Kayleen, the girls’ nanny.” Then he introduced each of the sisters. “Ladies, this is my father, King Mukhtar.”
Three mouths dropped open. Kayleen kept hers shut by sheer force of will.
The king nodded graciously. “I am delighted to meet all of you. Welcome to the royal palace of El Deharia. May you live long, with happiness and health in abundance. May these strong walls always protect you and provide solace.”
Kayleen swallowed. As greetings went, it was a really good one.
“Thank you so much for your hospitality,” she murmured, still trying to accept the fact that she was in the presence of a real live king. Which meant As’ad really was a prince.
She knew he held the title, but she didn’t think of him as royal or powerful. Yet he was.
The king motioned to the table. “May I?”
Kayleen felt her eyes widen. “Of course, Your Highness. Please. We weren’t expecting you, so the meal isn’t exactly…traditional.”
The king took a seat. As’ad motioned for them to resume theirs. Mukhtar studied the various serving bowls, then scooped some macaroni and cheese onto a plate.
“I haven’t had this in years.”
“It was my pick,” Pepper told him. “It’s my favorite. They make it really good here. Sometimes, at the orphanage, Kayleen would sneak us into the kitchen and make the kind in a box. That’s good, too.”
The king smiled. “So my chef has competition.”
“Not really,” Kayleen told him. “His food is amazing. I’m honored just to eat it.”
As’ad looked at his father. “In an effort to fill her day, Kayleen went down to the kitchen and offered to help. It did not go well.”
Kayleen felt herself flush. “He was a little insulted. There was a crash. I’m guessing he threw stuff.”
“Was that the night my soufflé was burned?” the king asked.
“I hope not,” Kayleen told him.
He smiled. “So what conversation did I interrupt?” he asked.
“We were talking about horses,” Nadine told him. “We rode and took lessons at the orphanage.”
The king looked at his son. “Horses. I believe we have a stable, do we not?”
As’ad glanced at the girls. “The king is teasing. The palace stables are world famous.”
Dana leaned toward him. “Do you have horses that go fast?”
“Faster than would be safe for a novice rider.”
She wrinkled her nose. “If we took more lessons, we would be experts.”
“Exactly,”
