‘I guess you’ll expect me to adopt Oscar as well,’ he said, struggling for a martyred tone.
‘Of course I will.’
‘So…’
‘So?’ she whispered and held her breath.
‘So,’ he said and dropped to his knee before her.
She gasped. ‘Nikos…’
‘So let’s get this right,’ he said softly. ‘As my Princess, to whom I owe fidelity and all honour, you’ve asked me to marry you.’
‘Yes,’ she said, suddenly doubtful. ‘But it doesn’t mean you must.’
‘No, but there are connotations of duty to my Crown Princess,’ he said. ‘And I’d hate you to think I’d just said yes to stop myself being thrown in a dungeon.’
‘Do we have dungeons?’
‘We’ll find out together,’ he whispered. ‘Meanwhile, Princess Athena Christou of Argyros, would you let me get a word in edgeways?’
‘Yes,’ she said-and did.
‘Will you do me the great honour of becoming my wife?’
‘Of course I will,’ she said, and tugged him up to stand before her. ‘If you really want me.’
‘How can you ask?’
‘I’ll never ask again,’ she whispered. ‘I’ll never need to ask again. Oh, Nikos. My one and only love.’
‘My Thena,’ he whispered into her hair. ‘My Princess and my life.’
And then he put her away from him. He held her at arm’s length and his face broke into a smile she’d never seen before. It was a look of exultation, triumph and pride. ‘My Thena.’ It was a shout of pure joy and it echoed down into the cove below, back into the palace behind them, out onto the sea breezes blowing over the whole island.
He swung her round and round and round, and then he set her down before him and he kissed her, long and hard and true.
And then, finally, he set her back from him again.
He held her hands and he held her heart.
‘Thena, I’ve loved you for ever,’ he said softly. ‘So…you’ll really be my wife?’
‘Yes.’
‘Princess to my Prince?’
‘Absolutely.’
‘Mama to my Papa?’
‘That, too.’
‘My lover?’
‘You’re very demanding.’
‘You have no idea how demanding,’ he said. His hands were tugging her into him, his eyes were dark and fathomless and she was against his heart, held tight, his hand cupping her chin so her mouth was just under his.
‘We’re family,’ he said fiercely, and it was as if he was making a vow. ‘You’ll be my wife and I’ll not let you go again. I love you Athena. I’ve loved you since I was eight years old and I don’t intend stopping until I’m a hundred and eight. Or longer if I’m granted more years by your side.’
‘Stupid,’ she said softly, lovingly, and as an echo to a vow it was pretty dumb-but it didn’t matter.
She was kissing him.
He was kissing her back.
And, on the steps of the Royal Palace of Argyros, half the island council and practically all the palace staff were craning their heads to see.
The island had its royal family.
And the Prince and his Princess didn’t notice their audience at all.
The combined wedding and coronation of the Crown Prince and Crown Princess of Argyros was a day to remember for ever. The sun shone gently on the rugged cliffs and distant mountains. The ocean glittered in its sapphire and diamond brilliance. The warm breeze from the sea was almost a caress.
Coronations and royal weddings should take place in a formal setting-most properly in the Great Hall of the Royal Palace. That was a problem, for the Great Hall only held five hundred, and all the island wanted to see.
So they held the ceremony on the wide sweep of lawn between the palace and what had once been the most private of beaches. No invitation was necessary. Whosoever loved this island and wished it well was welcome, to see the beginning of its future.
And its future was assured. In the best of monarchies, the royal family was an embodiment of the hopes and dreams of the people and, in Nikos and Athena, the islanders of Argyros had found that dream.
Nikos, in royal uniform-jet-black jacket and trousers, shining boots, tassels, braid, dress sword-was eye-candy enough to have at least half their audience sighing with pure enchantment. And Athena, in her clouds of swirling silk and lace, was a bride to turn the most hardened islander misty-eyed. She made her vows clearly and solemnly and she looked so happy there was hardly a dry eye on the island.
Even Father Antonio…The old priest married them with love and with pride, and there was definitely a tear or two rolling down his wrinkled cheek. As he blessed the bride and groom, his old voice became redolent with joy.
His blessing was supposed to be just for the bride and groom-the Prince and Princess-but he didn’t stop there. He blessed the ancient ring on Athena’s finger, the ring of Argyros, ancient silver, gnarled and twisted and lovely, with three magnificent diamonds embedded in its depths. He blessed the islanders looking on. He blessed Alexandros and Lily from the Isle of Sappheiros. And he blessed Stefanos, even now trying to sort the future of the third and last island.
And of course he blessed the children. Nicky was pageboy, torn a little between embarrassment and pride. Pride was definitely winning. Christa was flower girl, with so many pink and white flounces she’d announced that any minute now she might float. Indulging her fancy, the dressmaker had attached a tiny pair of gossamer wings to her back. Christa’s happiness was complete. She had a mama and a papa, a brother and a dog. And wings. She was tossing her rose petals with delight, and she was making Nicky toss them with her.
Two royal children…and even now the island grandmothers were dusting off their knitting needles in hope.
But knitting was for the future. Everything was for the future. For now the royal couple knelt to receive the ancient crowns that had lain in storage for over two hundred years. They rose to thunderous applause.
To a happy beginning.
Crown Princess Athena and Crown Prince Nikos stood hand in hand on the raised dais and looked out on the island of their birth, and if there were tears shed in the crowd then the islanders’ tears found reflection in the face of the new Crown Princess of Argyros.
The Crown was secure. The Argyros diamonds were confirmed as belonging to the people, and legal proceedings were already underway to ensure no royal held such terrifying powers again.
Demos was stripped of his title and waiting for the courts to administer justice. Exile, Athena thought, for there was room in her heart to almost feel sorry for the man.
So what was next?
It had been leaked by the media that Prince Nikos had decreed a month’s honeymoon was the minimum required to cement their union. The islanders, deliriously happy at their good fortune, could only smile their agreement.
Nikos had offered his wife any place in the world for their time out. A deserted island in the Maldives, a tropical
She’d chosen…the Eagle’s Nest. They’d leave for there tonight. With Nicky and with Christa and with Oscar.
‘For I have a daughter now,’ she’d whispered proudly to Nikos.
He’d held her close, he’d kissed her eyelids and he’d felt so much in love that surely his heart must burst.
