Authors: Penny Jordan
Saul placed his hand over Giselle's where it rested on his arm.
No one would be able to understand how he felt better than Giselle. He knew that. But the situation with Aldo was very different from her situation. She had been a six-
year-old child. He was a man, and he had always known how vulnerable his gentle cousin wasâto Natasha and all the pain he would suffer through loving her. But not thisânot his death as an accident, a nothing, the fallout from the actions of someone whose target was not Aldo himself.
âThis should never have happened. Aldo had so much to giveâespecially to his country and its people.'
âHe wanted greater democracy for them,' Giselle reminded Saul gently, not wanting to say outright at such a sensitive time that Aldo's death had opened the door to the country taking charge of its own future, electing a government rather than being ruled by a member of its royal family. Talking about the future of the country without Aldo was bound to be painful for Saul.
âI'm going to have to go to Russiaâand the sooner the better,' Saul told her abruptly, and explained when she frowned, âDistasteful though it is to have to speak of such matters, the fact remains that Aldo survived both Natasha and her father. Since the rule of law when there is more than one death in a family at the same time is that the youngest member of that family is deemed to have survived the longest, it means that by that Natasha, as her father's only child, will have inherited his assets at the moment of their deaths. And that in turn means that Aldo, as Natasha's husband, will have inherited those assets from her by virtue of the fact that he survived her.'
âDoes that mean that as Aldo's only living relative those assets will now pass to you?' Giselle asked. âI don't like the thought of that, Saul. Not just because of
the circumstances of Aldo's death, and the fact that he has died so young. It's the nature of the assets, the way they were accumulated. I feel that they areâ¦'
âTainted?' Saul suggested, and Giselle nodded her head. âI share your feelings, and certainly the last thing I want or intend to allow to happen is for me to have any personal benefit from that money. However, I have a duty to Aldo and to the countryâto do what is right for them. It was thanks to Ivan Petranovachov's bad advice that Aldo invested so heavily and unwisely in ventures that led to him losing a great deal of money. I know that I helped him out by clearing his personal debts, but the country itself is still heavily burdened with loans that Aldo took out, intending to use the money for the benefit of his people. Unfortunately most of that money ended up in schemes that benefited those who proposed themâmany of them business associates of Natasha's father.'
Giselle nodded. None of this was new to her. She was well aware of how angry Saul had been when Natasha had announced so smugly just after Christmas, when they had visited them, that she had insisted on Aldo ignoring Saul's advice and turning to her own father instead. Aldo, sweet-natured though he had been, had not had a very good head for business.
âWhat I plan to do first of all is speak to Natasha's father's Russian partners and business associates and find out exactly what the situation is. Then I'll set about selling off the assets and using that money to clear Arezzio's outstanding debts brought about by Aldo's ill-advised investment of the country's money in Ivan Petranovachov's
business enterprises. Anything that is left I intend to give to charity. Not our own charity. I don't want that tainted by money wrung out of businesses that rely on cheap enforced labourâwhich is what I suspect many of Ivan Petranovachov's businesses do. I shall speak to someone in authority at the Russian Embassy and ask them to recommend suitable recipients for the money.'
âI think that's an excellent idea,' Giselle approved. âWhen will we need to leave for Russia?'
Saul shook his head. âI don't want you to come with me, Giselle.'
She tried to hide how much his statement upset her, but it was impossible for her to conceal her feelings. âWe always try to travel together, and especially on an occasion like this, I want to be with you.'
To give him her support. Saul knew that was what she meant.
âI know,' he agreed, âand believe me there is nothing I want more than to have you with me, supporting me.' He gave her a tender smile. âWe work so well together. It's thanks to you that we founded our orphanage charity, and that, as you know, has done so much to help me lay the anger and negativity I felt towards my mother to rest. But I doubt I'll be well received by some of Ivan Petranovachov's business colleagues. I don't want you being subjected to any unpleasantnessâor danger.'
Giselle's heart thudded against her breastbone. âAnd I don't want
you
to be in danger.'
âI shall be very careful,' he assured her. âBut it will be easier for me to do what has to be done if I don't have
to worry about your safety. I won't be gone long. Three or four days at the most.'
Giselle exhaled unhappily. What Saul was saying made sense, but they'd only just spent some time apart. However, she didn't want to add to the burdens that Saul was already carrying at such a tragic and unhappy time by making a fuss and having him worry about her, as well as dealing with the complications caused by Aldo's death.
âI understand,' she told him, unable to resist adding ruefully, despite her good intentions, âI just hate us being apart so much. You'll have to blame yourself for that, for making me so happy.'
Saul smiled down at her. âThat's a two-way street, you know. You make me happier than I ever imagined I could be, and that only makes me feel even more guilty about Aldo. We both know that his marriage can't have brought him anything like the happiness
we
share. There was never any real emotional commitment or closeness between him and Natasha.'
âHe loved Natasha but I don't think she loved him in the same way.'
âOur relationship is built on mutual honesty and trust. I know you would never conceal anything from me. I doubt very much that Aldo could ever have said that about Natasha.'
Giselle rested her head on Saul's shoulder, her heart thumping with the guilt that thudded through her. She
had
kept something concealed from Saul. But it was nothing he needed to know, nothing that affected her love for him. In fact, if anything, what she hadn't told
him only made her love for him stronger and deeper, because their shared decision not to have children meant that what she hadn't told him need not matter.
âI love you so much,' she told him now. âOur life together is everything I hoped it would be and more.'
âI agree. You are the best, Giselle. You bring out the best in me. You are my love and my life.' Saul drew her closer and kissed her, tenderly at first and then more hungrily. Life was so precious, and so was love, and the need to drive away the darkness of Aldo's death and find comfort and solace in the act of love surged through him.
Giselle responded immediately, returning his kiss with her own desire. Sometimes actions and emotions did not need words or explanation.
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Saul left for Russia the next day, after an early morning appointment at the Russian Embassy to discuss his plans and get approval for them. He had reassured himself that Giselle, who had woken in the night feeling unwellâthe result of their rushed flight back to the UK and the shock of the assassination, they both agreedâwas back to her normal self, even if her stomach did still feel rather delicate.
Their own affairs would have to be put on hold for now, Giselle knew. There would be Aldo's funeral to arrangeâa state funeral, of course, given his position. Natasha was to be buried with him, but the Russian Embassy had undertaken to arrange her father's funeral.
Giselle decided to spend the time whilst Saul was
away working on her plans for the island Saul had bought, the acquisition of which had originally brought them together. Saul had given the island to her as a surprise wedding gift, and they had decided that instead of building a luxurious hotel complex on it, as had been Saul's original plan, the island would become home to a holiday complex for orphaned and deprived children. Giselle was in negotiations with various theme parks with a view to creating something very special indeed for those children.
Just one of the things that had deepened her love for Saul was the fact that he understood her need for their charitable work to be focused on children because of the death of her baby brother. She knew, of course, that nothing could bring her brother back to life, just as nothing could ever completely take away the guilt that she suffered, but she still felt driven to do something to help children whose lives she could do
something
to save.
Because of her baby brotherâ¦
and because of the children she could never have?
Giselle pushed away the plans on which she had been working in the light-filled studioâSaul had turned the house over to her after their marriage, for her to reorganise as she wished, and the large double office and workspace she had created out of the original darkly formal and masculine library had delighted him as much as it did her.
The children she could never have for their own sake, for their
safety
when they were small and vulnerable,
and for their ability to live their lives without the fear that had stalked her life once they were adult.
Had
stalked hers? Was she
sure
that that fear was truly in the past? Of course she was. Saul had given her his love and his assurance that he did not want children, and her husband was above all else a man of his word. A man she could trust.
Giselle stood up, blinking away the sudden rush of tears that clouded her vision. Why was she crying when she had so much? When she had Saul's love? When it was in part their shared determination not to have children that had bonded them together? Did she really need to ask herself that? Every time they visited the children supported by their charity, when she spoke to or held one of them, it made her ache to hold Saul's child, but that could and must never be.
Her mobile rang. She looked at it, smiling when she saw that her caller was Saul.
âIt's just a quick call,' he told her. âJust to make sure you're all right.'
âI'm fineâwhat about you?' she asked anxiously.
âI'm getting through things, so it shouldn't be too long before I'm back.'
âI miss you,' Giselle told him.
âI miss you, too,' was his answer.
After their call had ended Giselle promised herself that once all the formalities to do with Aldo's death were over she'd suggest to Saul that they took a few days out togetherânot just to make up for the time they had lost in rushing back to England, but also so that Saul could mourn Aldo privately.
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In Moscow Saul stared out of his hotel bedroom window. The deathbed promise Aldo had demanded from him still weighed heavily on him. Ruling Arezzio had always been the last thing he had wanted to do, and he had been glad that it was Aldo who had inherited that responsibility and not him. He loved the life he and Giselle had built for themselves, and he knew that Giselle did too. Just as the loss of their parents and their childhoods had left them both with the belief that they hadn't mattered, that they had not been loved by their parents, had bonded them together, so had their shared enjoyment of their business activities. Their lives during the year of their marriage had focused on their love for one another and their duty to that love.
Now, though, he had another duty to consider. A duty that would totally change the way he and Giselle lived their lives and which would impose on them all the demands that came with taking on the mantle of hereditary rulerâthe next in a long line of such rulers, father and son, over centuries of generations.
He would be glad to leave Russiaâand not just because he missed Giselle. The behaviour of Natasha's father and some of his business associates had left a bad taste in his mouth, and he had seen from his meetings with the relevant Russian officials that they shared his distaste for the manner in which Ivan Petranovachov had accumulated his vast fortune.
Around Natasha's neck at the time of her death had been a necklace which Saul had been informed had belonged to the last Tsarinaâa piece of such historic value that its rightful home was a museum. And yet somehow
Natasha's father had been able to gain possession of this piece. Saul had been glad to hand it over to the Russian authorities, tainted as it was by the fate of the Tsarina for whom it had been designed. He smiled to himself, knowing what Giselle's reaction would be were he to tell her that he wished to commission a piece of jewellery for her worth a king's ransom. She would immediately insist that he put the money into their charity instead.
Giselle. Saul felt an urgent need to be with her, holding her, feeling the living warmth of her in his arms as they made love.
T
HE SIGNS OF MOURNING
grew as they drove towards the capital city of Arezzio: black flags bearing Aldo's crest at half-mast on every lamppost, as well as hanging from the windows of so many of his people. It brought a lump of emotion to Giselle's throat. She turned to Saul to tell him so, and then stopped.
Saul was not looking at her. He was looking away from her. She had known that Saul would be affected by his cousin's death, but since he had returned from Russia at the beginning of the week, after their initial fierce and joyous reunion lovemaking, Saul had seemed to retreat from her into his own thoughts. At first she had put it down to his natural grief, but now she was beginning to feel that Saul was deliberately excluding her from his thoughts and feelings about the loss of his cousin. Whenever she tried to talk to him about Aldo he cut her off and changed the subject, as though he didn't want to share what he was feeling with her. Why? Didn't he understand that his refusal to talk about Aldo to her was making her feel shut out and rejected?
She reached for his hand, her movement causing him to turn and look at her.
âSomething's wrong,' he guessed. âWhat is it?'
Relief filled her, and with it gratitude for Saul's perceptive awareness.
âYou've seemed so guarded and withdrawn since you got back from Russia, I was beginning to worry.'
âI'm sorry. I've been struggling to come to terms with what Aldo's death is going to mean. It never crossed my mind that he might die so young, or to consider how that might impact on the future of the country.'
âAldo's people will miss him,' she said quietly. âI know that neither of us really approved of the way the country was run, with Natasha having such a strong influence on Aldo and when we both feel so strongly about democracy, but Aldo tried his best to be a good ruler. Natasha liked to complain that he put the country first, before her.'
âThat wasn't true, of course, but Aldo did try his best to do his duty. It wasn't his fault that Natasha was so determined to have her own way. Also, he believed sincerely in the right of the people to
expect
him to put his duty to them before everything elseâjust as he believed in the importance of the tradition of that duty being passed down through the generations.'
âYour strong sense of duty and loyalty to those you care about is something you and Aldo shareâ¦shared,' Giselle amended quickly, relieved when Saul squeezed her hand rather than looking upset because she had referred to Aldo in the present tense.
She felt much better now that they were talking about Aldo, about Saul's feelings. Her childhood had left her with a fear of being excluded from the emotions of those
she loved, and she suspected that it sometimes made her over-sensitive on that issue.
They had reached the palace now, where the Royal Guard was on duty, their normal richly coloured uniforms exchanged for mourning black, their tunics, like the flags, embroidered in scarlet and gold with the royal house's coat of arms.
Tradition, like pomp and ceremony, could have a strong pull on the senses Giselle recognised as they were met from the car by one of Aldo's elderly ministers, who bowed to Saul and then escorted them up the black carpet and into the palace. She tended to forget that Saul carried the same royal blood in his veins as his cousinâprincipally because Saul himself had always made it so clear to her that he had distanced himself from the whole royalty thing.
Saul had his own apartment within the palace, and Giselle was relieved that he had it, so that they could retreat to it after the ritual and ceremony of the public declaration of mourning that naturally dominated the atmosphere. Even the maids were dressed in black, and all the household staff looked genuinely upset by the loss of a ruler Giselle knew had been much loved, despite the fact that his gentle nature had made it next to impossible for him to stand up to both his wife
and
those who had wanted to use Arezzio for their own profit via a series of schemes that Giselle knew Saul had tried to dissuade Aldo from adopting.
âThings will be very different here now for the people,' she commented when she and Saul were finally alone in his apartment.
âYes,' Saul agreed.
He felt relieved that, even though she had not said so directly, Giselle's comments about the future of the country meant she was aware of the role he would have to take. He was grateful to her for not insisting on discussing it, and so giving him the space he felt he needed to come to terms with what lay ahead.
When he had given his promise to Aldo his behaviour had been instinctive and emotional. It had only been afterwards that he had truly recognised what that promise meant. Then he had balked at the burden Aldo had deliberately placed on him. He had even felt resentful and angry with his cousin, since Aldo had
known
that he had always been glad that his father had been the younger brother and he would not inherit either the title or its responsibilities. Those feelings had tormented him whilst he had been in Russia, and he had longed for Giselle to be there so that he could unburden himself to her.
Coming back here today, he felt that sense against hostility to the burden Aldo had placed on him burn very strongly in him. The weight of his responsibility to his cousin and to their royal blood weighed as heavily on him as the mourning that clothed the palace and its inhabitants.
Now, just by walking into his own apartment with Giselle, he could feel that burden lifting, the pressure of the decision he knew he had to make easing. Giselle's calm and wise words about his inborn sense of duty had helped to guide him in the right direction.
âThe changes that will have to be made will benefit
the peopleâeven if right now they might not be able to see that,' said Giselle. “We all loved Aldo, but the reality is that the country needs a strong and motivated leadership. Perhaps his death was fate's way of saying that it is time for things to change.'
Saul was even more convinced that she had realised the impact Aldo's death must have on their own lives. The knowledge comforted and strengthened him.
âHave I told you how much I love you?' he asked.
Giselle smiled at him in relief. He had seemed so preoccupied and distant, but now she could see that he was her beloved Saul again.
âIt was here that we first made love.' He smiled at her and slid his hand beneath the soft weight of her hair to draw her closer to him. Giselle smiled back at him, but their movement towards one another was halted by a firm knock on the door.
Releasing her, Saul went to answer it. Giselle could see the black-garbed major-domo standing outside in the corridor, and Saul was inclining his head towards him to hear what he was saying, before nodding and then closing the door to come back to her. The warm intimacy had been stripped from his expression, and in its place was a shuttered grimness.
âAldo's body will be lying in state in the cathedral from tomorrow morning. The major-domo says that I may pay my last respects privately now if I wish.'
âI'll come with youâ' Giselle began, but Saul shook his head.
âNo. I⦠It's best if I go alone. You and I will be
expected to open the official lying in state tomorrow. We can go together then.'
He had gone before Giselle could make any further objections. The door closed behind him with a sharp click, like an axe falling between them and separating them, Giselle thought uneasily.
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There was a private underground passage that led from the palace to the cathedral, hewn out of the rock on which the city was built. The tunnel might now be illuminated by electric lights, but as he followed the major-domo Saul admitted that it wasn't hard to imagine it lit only by torches as those using it moved down it with a potentially more dangerous and even sinister purpose at a time when the country had been besieged by its enemies and those who coveted it.
The country had broken away from the Catholic church at the same time as Britain's Reformation, and now its religion could best be described as Protestant high church.
The Archbishop was waiting to receive him, his formal robes a touch of bright shimmering colour after the darkness of the tunnel and the mourning-shrouded castle.
The cathedral reminded Saul of a smaller version of Westminster Abbey. Above the high altar was a stained glass window, depicting the brave deeds of his ancestors before they ascended to heaven escorted by winged archangels.
Aldo's white-silk lined coffin was in the centre of the cathedral. Aldo himself was dressed in the ceremonial
robes of rulership. The smell of incense hung on the air like the words of prayer the Archbishop murmured before he and the major-domo retreated to leave Saul alone with his cousin.
In death, Aldo's features had gained a stark dignity that made him look more severe than he had been. Such a gentle man, who had not deserved the cruelty of his fate. A man to whom Saul had given his word, his promise, that he would take up the yoke of rulership that Aldo had been forced to cast down.
Silently Saul knelt beside Aldo's coffin. It was too late for him to change his mind. He had given his word. With that acceptance came a sense of relief and release, a lightening of the grim mood of resentment that had been gripping him.
Giselle had been right when she had said the country needed a strong ruler. There was so much that such a ruler could do for his people. He could provide them with the schools needed to give them a better education. He could make money available for them to study at the world's best universities and then bring what they had learned back to their country. He could in time endow their own university, where those people could pass on to others their knowledge. He could turn his country from inertia and poverty into a powerhouse of creative energy. It was a project he knew would appeal to Giselle.
He could be the ruler Aldo had wanted him to be, the ruler he had promised he would be, but to do so he would have to turn his back on the life he and Giselle had created together. They would have to sacrifice its
freedoms of choice for the onerous burdens of state and expectation, of tradition and ceremony.
Saul stood up.
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The first thing Saul did when he got back to his apartments was take Giselle in his arms and hold her tightly.
He smelled of cold air and incense, Giselle recognized, and she felt his chest expand under the deep breath he took before he exhaled heavily.
She lifted her face to look at him, but he shook his head and then kissed her, a fiercely passionate and demanding kiss of such intensity that Giselle's own emotions immediately responded to it.
He couldn't trust himself to talk to Giselle about Aldo's death, Saul recognised. The pain he felt at losing his cousin so unexpectedly and so shockingly held unwanted echoes of the despair and anger he had felt at the deaths of his parents, and with it came an awareness of his own vulnerability through those who mattered to him. If there was one thing Saul found hard to handle it was the thought of being emotionally vulnerable.
It was easier to act than to speakâeasier to lose himself in a physical expression of the need he felt for Giselle's proximity, for the comfort of her living, breathing presence. Easier to hold her and love her than to tell her how he felt. A man did not show his weakness, after allânot even to the woman he loved. Because she surely needed him to be strong for both of them.
It was like being new lovers again, or lovers who had been parted for too long, Giselle thought. Saul's hunger
for her was that of a man who had suppressed a need he could no longer control. It was arousing her and disarming her too, making her feel that nothing mattered other than their love. The sympathy she had wanted to show him, the comfort she'd wanted to give him, was expressed best via their physical commitment to one another. There was a wildness, a fierceness, almost a savagery about the way he touched her, groaning his pleasure against her mouth when he cupped her breast. His desire ignited her own, so that the silence of the room quickly became broken by the sounds of their need, the harsh gasped breaths, the rasp of hands on fabric, the moan of triumph or despair when a new intimacy was gained or denied by the barrier of clothes that their growing passion not only wanted but needed to cast aside.
This was not the lovemaking of a gentle, accommodating lover. This was the mating of a man's most basic predatory sensual need, and a woman'sâ
his
woman'sâhunger to meet that need, Giselle recognized, as Saul bared her breasts to his gaze and then his touch with a raw sound of triumph.
His hands on her flesh, his fingertips stroking, shaping and then erotically tugging on the flaunting arousal of her nipples, made her shudder convulsively in wanton pleasure. This was their desire for one another stripped bare to its most raw and sensual elements. This was need brought to a pure boiling point of intensity that was just this side of dangerous and starkly shocking.
A woman would have to trust a man completely to give herself over to such a consuming conflagration of
desire. And she did, Giselle acknowledged, as she felt its heat burning inside her just as the heat of Saul's touch burned her flesh.
âKiss me,' she commanded him, knowing that she was walking into the heart of the fire, giving herself over to it and to him to do as he wished.
They were no strangers to the intensity of their own passion, their hunger for one another, but now there was another element to their lovemakingâor so it seemed to Giselle. As though death had honed and sharpened Saul's appetite for life, and for her. There was an urgency, a need, a driven and heightened edge to their intimacy as Saul anointed and worshipped every sensual part and threshold of her body until he had tightened the sharp spirals of her desire to the point where she could bear it no longer, and she had to beg him to end her torment, to fill the aching, longing emptiness within her.