Marion Lennox
Princess Of Convenience
A book in the Heart to Heart series, 2005
Dear Reader,
I do like a good dose of royalty. Not day-to-day, opening fetes and greeting-dignitaries-type royalty, but castles and footmen and glass coaches-the full fantastic fairy tale. Wouldn’t it be fun to be a part of it for a while?
Oh, I hear you say, but it surely never happens in real life. Normal people don’t find themselves in the middle of such a soap bubble. But what if…what if…?
That’s where I come in. I can’t resist a good romance and here we have two lovely people-normalish people even if Raoul’s a wee bit gorgeous-catapulted into wonder.
It’s fun, it’s fantastic and I believed every word of it as I wrote. I did enjoy donning a tiara, and I trust you’ll enjoy wearing one, too.
Marion Lennox
CHAPTER ONE
SHE should be driving on this side of the road. Surely?
This was the most fabulous autoroute in Alp’Azuri. The road spiralled around snow-capped mountains, with the sea crashing hundreds of feet below. Every twist in the road seemed to reveal postcard magic. Medieval castles, ancient fishing villages, lush pastures dotted with long-haired goats and alpacas-every sight was seemingly designed to take the breath away.
The twist she’d just taken had given her a fleeting glimpse of the home of the Alp’Azuri royal family. Made of glistening white stone, with turrets, towers and battlements and set high on the crags overlooking the sea, the castle looked as if it had been taken straight out of a fairy tale.
Two years ago Jessica Devlin would have been entranced. But now she was concentrating on reaching the next of her suppliers-concentrating on not thinking about the empty passenger seat-concentrating simply on staying on the right side of the road.
She was sure she was on the right side of the road.
The autoroute consisted of blind bends winding around the mountain. As she drove, Jess caught sight of the road looping above and below.
The road above was the worry. Was she imagining it?
She drove cautiously around the next bend and caught a glimpse of a blue, open-topped sports car. The car was two curves above. Coming fast.
Driving against the cliff edge.
Her side.
Surely it should be on the other side?
She braked hard, turning her car onto a slight verge between cliff and road. The bend ahead was blind. If the car ahead came round on the wrong side…
It had to be her imagination. She was basing this fear on a flash of blue, now out of sight.
Maybe the driver ahead had better vision of the road than she did. She was being too cautious.
But she still felt the first claws of fear. Too much had happened in her life to trust that the worst wouldn’t happen now. Thus Jess was almost stopped when the blue car swept around the bend. Travelling far, far too fast.
On her side of the road.
She was as far onto the verge as she could be without melting into the cliff. There was nowhere she could go.
‘No.’ She put her hands out, blindly. ‘No.’
No one heard.
Today was meant to have been his wedding day. Instead…it made a great day for a funeral.
‘Do you suppose she meant to do it?’ Lionel, Archduke of Alp’Azuri, looked at the flag-draped coffin with distaste. He was supposed to be supporting his great-nephew in his grief, but neither man could summon much energy for strong emotion.
There’d been too much grief in the past few weeks for another death to destroy them.
‘What, kill herself?’ Raoul, Lionel’s great-nephew, didn’t even try to sound devastated. He sounded furious, which was exactly how he felt. ‘Sarah? You have to be kidding.’
This was crazy, he decided. What on earth was he doing here, playing the wounded lover at the funeral of his fiancee?
But he knew his duty. Raoul, Prince Regent of Alp’Azuri for at least another six days, stood at rigid attention while his fiancee was committed for burial, but all he felt was distaste.
‘She had what she wanted,’ he told his uncle, and there was no way he could disguise his anger. ‘She was drunk, Lionel, and it was only because the woman she hit was an incredibly careful driver that she didn’t manage to take someone else with her.’
‘But why?’ Lionel was clearly at a loss.
‘She had her girlfriends here for a pre-bridal lunch. Then she decided to drive down to Vesey to meet her lover. Her lover! Six days before the wedding, with every camera in the country trained on her. Do you know what her blood alcohol content was?’
‘Raoul, look distraught,’ his uncle hissed. ‘The cameras are on you.’
‘I’m suffering in stoic agony,’ Raoul said grimly. ‘All the papers say so. Just as well she crashed before she met her latest interest.’
‘Hell, Raoul…’
‘You want me to be sympathetic?’ Raoul demanded. ‘Oh, you know I didn’t want her dead but I never wanted to marry her. She might have been a distant cousin but I hardly knew her. This was your idea. Of all the stupid…’
‘I thought she’d be OK,’ Lionel said, and if the cameras were on his face now they would certainly see distress. ‘Sarah was brought up to royalty. She knew what was expected of her. She could handle the media.’
‘So well that she managed to disguise the fact that she had a lover she intended keeping. How long would the marriage have lasted before the media found out?’
Lionel hesitated. ‘I suspect that Sarah didn’t think you’d care.’
‘You know I wouldn’t. But the media is a different matter.’
‘They understood. It was a marriage of convenience. Such things have been happening in royal families forever, and every person in this country wants you to marry.’ Lionel grimaced. ‘Except your cousin, Marcel. Why you’ve held out for so long before marrying… Hell, Raoul, it puts us in an appalling position.’
‘Not me,’ Raoul said grimly. ‘I’ve done enough. I’m out of here.’
‘Which leaves your nephew-and your country-where?’ Lionel cast a nervous glance at Sarah’s family, who seemed to be arguing over whose flower arrangement would take precedence. ‘In the hands of yet another like your brother-another government puppet. The only thing that could have saved us was this marriage.’ His grimace grew more pronounced. ‘Look at that. Her family are like vultures.’
‘They are vultures. They wanted this marriage because of the money.’ Raoul glanced at his once prospective in-laws with the air of a man who’d seen his destiny and escaped by a hair’s breadth. ‘That was all Sarah wanted. Money and power and prestige. She would have screwed this principality.’
