his, finding his solid warmth a decadent treat. And a comfort. He made her feel…safe.
She smiled up at him and nodded. Back in New Orleans she sat at the very top of the social food chain. But none of that carried much weight here, where she was known only as the illegitimate daughter of the late King Frederick.
And she suspected that for the rest of her life no one would let her forget it.
Chapter Two
Within five minutes of meeting her, Chris suspected that he and Princess Melissa would get along quite well.
Though he typically preferred blondes, Melissa’s dark hair and eyes and her warm complexion were unexpectedly exotic and appealing. She was not only attractive and seemingly pleasant, but as had been suggested by King Phillip, she had a resilient personality and a sharp wit. Traits some might find undesirable, but a necessity for the type of arrangement they were considering.
He walked her over to his family to start the introductions. It had already been determined how everyone was to behave. It was imperative they make her feel welcome.
“Melissa, I would like to introduce you to my parents, the king and queen of Thomas Isle.”
Melissa curtsied and said, “It’s an honor, Your Majesties.”
His mother took her hand and said warmly, “The honor is ours, Melissa. We’re so happy that you could visit us.”
“I hope we find it mutually beneficial,” his father said, his tone serious.
“I’m certain we will,” Melissa answered with a warm smile.
The king cast Chris a sideways glance, one that conveyed the message don’t screw this up. Despite his past resistance when it came to the idea of settling down, even Chris couldn’t deny that an alliance with the royals of Morgan Isle would be a smart move. Politically and financially.
“Meet my brother and sisters,” Chris said, introducing them each in turn. “Prince Aaron Felix Gastel, and princesses Anne Charlotte Amalia and Louisa Josephine Elisabeth.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you all,” Melissa said. She shook each of their hands, and just as planned, they all greeted her warmly. Aaron was simply relieved that it was Chris in this position and not himself, though at thirty-one he should have been ready for the responsibility.
Louisa, the younger fraternal twin by five minutes, greeted Melissa with her usual bubbly enthusiasm. From the time that she was a small child, Louisa loved everyone, often to her own detriment. Her siblings had spent a good deal of time sheltering her from harm.
Anne was the older and more cautious twin. Too many times her trust had been betrayed by people she had mistakenly considered her friends. But even she put her best foot forward and welcomed Melissa warmly. She, like everyone else, knew how important it was that this visit go smoothly.
The introductions complete, Chris gestured to the maid who would tend to Melissa for the duration of her trip.
“Elise, would you please show our guest to her quarters?” Then he asked Melissa, “How much time do you need to settle in?”
“Not long,” she said, a light of excitement flashing in the dark depths of her eyes. “I’m anxious to see the gardens. They looked decadent from the air.”
“Then that’s where we’ll begin,” he told her. “Will an hour suffice?”
She nodded. “I’ll expect you in an hour.”
Elise stepped forward, curtsied, and said, “This way, Your Highness.”
When they disappeared inside the castle and out of earshot, and the staff was dismissed to resume their duties, everyone seemed to let out a collective breath of relief.
“I think that went quite well,” his mother said.
And from his father, “Have you discussed it with her?”
Chris refrained from rolling his eyes and struggled to keep the exasperation from his voice. “Of course not, Father. We’ve only just met.”
His mother shot her husband a sharp look. “Give it time, James.” Then she told Chris, “Take all the time you need, dear. A decision like this shouldn’t be rushed. But I do have to say, I think she’s lovely.”
“Although illegitimate,” the king reminded her.
“That’s hardly her fault,” she snapped back. “Besides, what family doesn’t have its share of scandal? And secrets.”
“Just some more than others,” Aaron quipped, receiving a stern look from the his mother.
“Well, I like her,” Louisa bubbled.
Anne shot her an exasperated look. “You like everyone.”
“Not everyone. But I really like Melissa, and I’m an excellent judge of character.”
Actually, Louisa was a rotten judge of character, but Chris hoped in this case she was right.
“We all have to remember to be on our best behavior,” their mother said firmly. “Make her feel welcome.” She took Chris’s hands in hers and gave them a squeeze. “I think this might be the one, dear.”
Though at first he had resisted, now Chris was inclined to agree.
He was quite sure already that Melissa would make a suitable wife.
“We need to talk,” Aaron said quietly to Chris as the rest of the family dispersed.
Chris nodded and followed his brother away from the castle, where they could speak in private. “Is there a problem?”
“There might be,” Aaron said, brow wrinkled with concern, which wasn’t at all like him. It took a lot to put a frown on his face.
“Something about Melissa?”
Aaron shook his head. “No, no, nothing like that. I had an urgent message from the foreman of the east fields, saying he needed to see me as soon as possible. So I drove down there this morning.”
The east fields, which made up close to a third of the royal family’s vast acreage, was used primarily to grow soy and housed the largest of their research and greenhouse facilities. “What did he want?”
“There’s some sort of disease causing a blight on the crops. A strain he doesn’t recognize.”
Due to the organic nature of their business, disease and insect infestations were at times a concern. “Is it treatable?”
“He’s tried several methods, but so far it appears resistant. He called in a botanist from the university who he believes will be able to help. But at the rate it’s spreading, we could lose half of the crop. Maybe more.”
Which would be unfortunate, but not a devastating loss. Unless it spread. “You say it’s confined to the east fields?”
“So
