Georgiou, but they stayed in the background. This was their own desert island, their own paradise, just for them.
Deefer was a part of their world, a bouncing ball of fun, flying along the beach, rounding up gulls, following them bravely into the surf, but collapsing in true puppy fashion, exhausted and happy while his master and mistress took their pleasure until they, too, felt the same.
Paradise, just for them.
Only of course it couldn’t last. They were given three days and then the fairy tale ended.
It ended with a knock on the bedroom door. It was eleven in the morning. They’d swum and made love lazily in the shallows, then wandered back hand in hand for a late breakfast by the pool. While Deefer slept the sleep of a truly contented pup, Andreas and Holly had showered with the intent of dressing. But that was as far as they’d got. Their bed was too inviting.
Now they lay coiled together in the aftermath of loving, hazy with heat and spent passion. But the knock sounded urgent. Andreas swore, shifted Holly in his arms and called, ‘What is it?’
‘His Majesty, Prince Sebastian, is on the phone for you.’ It was Georgiou, sounding, for Georgiou, apologetic.
‘Damn.’ Andreas moved Holly gently away from him, kissing her lightly on the forehead. ‘If I go will you promise to stay?’
‘You think I have energy to move? Don’t be long.’
‘If my brother calls…’ He didn’t finish. He hauled on his clothes and disappeared and Holly was left with vague forebodings.
Her forebodings were right. Andreas was gone for half an hour. She showered again and this time she dressed, simply in a soft sarong. She tugged her hair back into a coil and fastened it and slipped her feet into sandals. She was about to emerge when he reappeared.
One look at his face told her their idyll was over.
‘We need to go,’ he told her and her heart sank. His face was set and hard, already moving forward.
‘Back to the mainland?’
‘I need to go to Greece,’ he told her. ‘There are rumours that the missing diamond’s been sold to a private buyer. The royals from Calista are sniffing around already. If they find it before we do…’ He left the sentence unfinished but he was already moving towards the bathroom. ‘Georgiou’s checking the helicopter now. We’re leaving in half an hour.’
And that was that. No ‘can you be ready?’ No ‘I’m sorry the honeymoon’s been interrupted.’ Andreas was moving on.
Back to being a royal. And that left her… where?
He was stripping, stepping into the shower again. He wouldn’t want to smell of lovemaking when he met his family, she thought dully. He’d need to be royal again.
She swallowed. Maybe she could stay here.
She couldn’t. She knew that. She needed to go back to the mainland. For a start. To see… If there was a future there for her?
But Andreas had never said there was a future for her as a princess. As his wife. As far as Andreas was concerned she still wanted to go home.
Of course she did, she reminded herself sharply. Of course she did.
She left him showering. Sophia was waiting outside, looking anxious. ‘What will you do?’ she asked.
‘What comes next,’ Holly whispered. ‘In truth, Sophia, I don’t know. But for now… I have so few clothes and I’m about to return to Aristo as a royal wife. Let’s you and I do a fast sort through this appalling wardrobe and see if we can find something that makes me look vaguely respectable.’
‘More than respectable,’ Sophia said and hugged her. ‘You want a wardrobe that makes you look royal. You want a wardrobe that makes Andreas wish to keep you.’
‘Yeah, well that’d be a magic wardrobe,’ Holly said stiffly. ‘Let’s not count on miracles here.’
Andreas stood under the streaming water and felt ill. He’d almost forgotten. The last three days had been a magic time out, but Sebastian’s phone call had been curt to the point of being brutal. A reality check in the worst possible way.
‘You have to get back here. I can’t trust many people with the knowledge of the missing diamond. You have to go to Greece and search.’
‘I can’t leave Holly.’
‘You’ve done what you had to do with Holly. That problem’s over. Forget her. We have bigger problems now.’
‘She’s my wife…’
‘Because she had to be your wife,’ Sebastian snapped. ‘You hardly want to keep her.’ Then, as Sebastian heard nothing in response—heard the nuances behind Andreas’s silence—he sighed. ‘All right. She’s beautiful, I grant you. But if you want her long term then she has to play by the rules. This situation is too complicated as it is, and if she makes it more so… Leave her on the island. Or send her back to Australia.’ He hesitated. ‘No. It’s perhaps too soon for that. But if she sticks around, you need to make sure she stays firmly in the background.’
‘She’s hardly going to bring us down, Sebastian,’ Andreas said.
‘Anything can bring us down right now,’ Sebastian answered grimly. ‘We’re on a knife edge. We have to find that diamond. So I want you here now.’
The phone went dead. Andreas was left staring into space. Hating it.
The royal goldfish bowl… He couldn’t remember a time he hadn’t hated it.
A memory popped up, uninvited and maybe untimely.
When he was six years old he’d been ill. Seriously ill, with rheumatic fever. He had glimmers of memory through a haze of fever. His huge bed with its starched white sheets, in the overornate hall that served as the royal nursery. Doctors surrounding him, looking grave. His mother coming into the room, sitting on his bed—an almost unheard of thing for the queen to do. His father restricted his contact with his parents to a ten-minute recital of his achievements for the day, formally performed before high tea. But this day she had stayed, and looked worried. And then he remembered the magic words—said to his nanny, Sophia.
‘Very well, if that’s what the doctors are ordering, you can take him home. I’ll defy his father, on this. But you’re not to let him forget what’s due to him.’
What followed was three months in Sophia’s home town, in Sophia’s own home. Sophia’s mountain village was known for its medicinal qualities—it was supposed to be a place where damaged lungs and hearts could find a place to heal.
Sophia had promised his father that he’d be treated as a prince, gravely and sincerely. They’d been driven to the village in one of the palace’s vast limousines. Sophia had been strictly formal all the way home, but as they stood in the doorway of her home and watched the limousine disappear into the distance she’d suddenly bent and hugged him.
‘I have you here, my little cabbage, and I’ll make you well,’ she’d said joyously. ‘This is our secret but for these
