style="font-size:15px;"> ‘And are you happy with your real life or were you happier as Theo?’
His demeanour didn’t change but his eyes became steely. ‘I don’t think these questions have any relevance to my grandfather’s biography.’
‘I know.’
‘I am a prince of Agon. My duty is to my family and my island.’
‘But does it make you happy?’ she persisted.
‘Happiness is not quantifiable,’ he answered shortly, looking away to press a button on one of the four landline telephones on his desk. ‘I’ll order refreshments.’
With the thread of their conversation dismissed, Jo pulled out a small table tucked next to her so it sat between them, and put her Dictaphone on it.
‘Do you mind if I record our conversation rather than take notes?’ she asked once he’d ordered coffee and cake.
‘If that’s what works for you, then by all means.’
She pressed ‘record’ and glanced again at her notes.
‘Am I right in thinking your grandfather would have abdicated when your father reached the age of forty?’
‘That is correct. Agon monarchs traditionally step down when their heir turns forty. When my parents died Helios became heir.’
‘And Helios was ten at the time?’
‘Yes.’
‘So any thoughts of abdication and retirement had to be put to one side?’
‘My father was an only child. My grandfather’s only sibling died fighting in the war, so there was no one suitable to act as regent until Helios came of age.’
‘What plans did your grandfather have for his retirement?’
A shadow crossed his face, lines forming on his forehead. ‘He was going to take a back seat for my grandmother.’
‘She was a violinist?’
‘Yes. When they married she was already world-famous. My grandfather’s coronation limited the scope of when and where she could perform, so she concentrated on composing music rather than performing, which was her first love.’
‘So that was their plan? For her to start performing again?’
‘She still performed, but only a couple of times a year at carefully arranged events. His abdication would have freed her and enabled her to tour the world—something my grandfather was fully behind. He was looking forward to travelling with her.’
‘He’d travelled much of the world as a monarch,’ she pointed out.
‘Travelling as monarch is different. He was an ambassador for our island.’ He smiled grimly. ‘When a member of my family travels on royal business he has a retinue of staff and an itinerary that leaves no room for spontaneity. Every minute is accounted for.’
Jo tried to imagine the Theo she’d met five years ago, the carefree adrenaline addict with the infectious smile and an impulsive zest for life, living under such restrictions.
An image flashed into her mind of a fully mature lion trapped in a small cage.
‘Is that why your grandfather agreed you could take a sabbatical from your duties at the palace and travel the world?’
‘It wasn’t a question of agreement,’ he replied shortly.
When Theseus had decided to leave he’d discussed it with his grandfather as a matter of courtesy. He’d wanted his blessing but it hadn’t been imperative. He would have gone anyway. He’d graduated from Sandhurst and, loving military life, had stayed on in the army for a few more years. But then he’d turned twenty-eight and his family’s eyes had turned to him. He’d been expected to take his place in the palace, as a good prince was supposed to do...
It had felt as if a hook had been placed around his neck, tightening as the day had loomed ever closer.
He’d known that once he was in the palace permanently, any hope of freedom would be gone for ever. His childhood dream of becoming an astronaut had long been buried, but that yearning for freedom, the wish to see new horizons and control his own destiny without thinking of the impact on the palace, had still been so vivid he’d been able to taste it on his tongue.
He’d thought of his parents, dead at an age not much older than he was now, their lives snuffed out in the blink of an eye. Would they have lived that final day in the same way if they’d known it would be their last?
And so he’d made up his mind to leave before protocol engulfed him and to live his life as if each day really was his last.
He’d become Theo Patakis: the man he might have been if fate hadn’t made him a prince.
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