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Authors: Rachel Hauck

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“Your government will take over.”

“My government? Even when I’m not there?”

“The one you established after signing the entail will carry on. And yes, there will be turmoil.”

Reggie pressed the heels of her hands to her temples, shivering, trying to imagine the impossible. “When I was a kid, there was a big dirt pile at the end of the road. A bunch of us would run down there and play King of the Hill. It’s the only ground I ever wanted to rule.”

“And did you?”

She laughed softly, remembering. “I was the reigning champ.”

“I rest my case,” Tanner said.

“Beating other kids to the top of a dirt pile is not the same as running, or helping to run, a country.” She had a wild thought and voiced it. “By the way, how do I know you’re not some international criminal making all this up?”

He stared at her for a moment. “You’ve the documentation to prove I’m not, but I suppose you don’t know for sure. However, rest assured, if I were, as you say, an international criminal, my target would not be a garage owner in Tallahassee, Florida.”

His tone, his inflection, his voice all smacked her funny bone. “Touché.”

“Regina, don’t misunderstand. I know this is not easy for you.”

The bass thump of “My Girl” buzzed the speakers.
I’ve got sunshine . . .

“Not easy? Tanner, I don’t want to go forward, but bubba, I’m not sure I can just stay in place. Certainly not go backwards.” The core question of her heart surfaced and confronted him. “No matter what I choose, I know the truth and my life is forever changed. Go or stay, I’ll always know I am . . . was . . .” She swallowed, the word stuck in her throat.

“A princess?”

“Yes, a princess ever after.”

“Will you come with me to Hessenberg? Please?”

She peered at him, his question drilling into her heart, deeper and deeper, scoring her very foundation. She must go see. She had to try. For Gram.

With this new truth and revelation rattling around in her heart, how would she ever be satisfied with anything less?

At half past midnight, Tanner rode in the back of a Mercedes limo through the quiet city streets of Strauberg, bluish-white streetlamps tinting the rain-soaked night.

He’d made it home. With the princess. Once she decided to go, she charged through her world, leaving no doubt in her wake. Perhaps a set of confused friends and coworkers, but seemingly no doubt. She claimed she was visiting Hessenberg for a few weeks to “check this thing out.”

Watching her prepare for the trip, Tanner gained perspective on his charge. Regina processed things, the largeness of her destiny, one mental bite at a time.

Now she sat across from him, crushed into the soft leather seat, her eyes at half-mast. He wasn’t sure what turmoil churned in her heart and mind, but she appeared peaceful.

“Did you sleep at all on the flight?” he asked when she looked at him.

“Who can sleep at forty thousand feet over the Atlantic?” She sat forward, tucking her hands under her legs and peering out the rain-dotted window. “It looks so quiet out there.”

“This is Market Avenue, the business district of the city. There’s little activity after nine. Two streets over is where the nightlife happens. Restaurants and pubs.”

“The city has an old feel.” She moved to power down the window. A gust of cold, wet air swooped into the limo.

“If you think four hundred years is old, then so it is.”

She laughed and stuck her arm out the window, cutting the breeze with her hand. After a moment, she pulled inside, shivering, and raised the window.

“Are you glad to be home?”

“I don’t know . . . I rather enjoyed Tallahassee. I’d have liked to see a football game.”

“They are fun. My friends and I never missed one in college.
Maybe next time you’re in town, in the fall, we can get in a game.”

“It’s a deal.” He warmed with the notion he might be in her future falls. “I played rugby myself in university.”

“Rugby.” She smiled with surprise. “Hmm, somehow I can’t see you in the middle of a scrum.”

“Yes, well . . . there you go.” He refrained from saying more, guarded against crossing the line between personal and professional. Too many times in the past twenty-four hours he had found himself bumping up against propriety. She made it too easy to talk, open up his heart, be her friend. It started the night she barged into his hotel with the fairy tale and the signet ring. Her wild-eyed wonderment and confusion about what was happening endeared her to him.

The limo slowed for a caution light, and the edge of the blue streetlamp lit the shadows in the back of the limo.

He liked her.
There, heart, are you happy?
He’d admitted something romance-related to his emotions. But make no mistake, he’d erected safety walls long ago, and they must be maintained. For personal security and professional decorum.

“Are you married?” she asked.

He focused on her as the car moved on, away from the city and toward the palace on the hill. “Pardon?”

“Are you married?” She pointed to her ring finger. “No ring, but that doesn’t mean anything these days.”

“I’m not. Married. No.”

“Divorced? Kids—”

“So many questions so late in the evening?” He tried to make light of it, deter her attention, but his words felt forced. He didn’t want to lie to her. But he could not confess his deepest and darkest sorrow. No matter how much he loved talking to her.

“Regina, I’ll have my assistant print out a schedule and
information for you, including my phone number. But for now, I’ll come around in the morning after breakfast to collect you. We’ve a ten o’clock meeting with the king, Brighton’s prime minister, and the governor of Hessenberg in my office.”

“Wow . . . so many important people. And me.” She pressed her hand to her middle and blew out a low, slow breath. “Is it too late to change my mind?”

“Until you take the oath and are set in officially as Princess of Hessenberg by the king and archbishop, you can leave at any time without consequences.”

“Welcome to Hotel California.”

He laughed. “Hardly. You can check out,
leave
, and return home. But you’re here now, so you might as well give it a go. As you say, now that you know the truth, how can you return to who you were?”

The limo climbed and maneuvered through narrow country lanes, winding up a hillside.

“We’re almost to Meadowbluff Palace.” Tanner opened the window to the driver. “Please open the roof, Dickenson.”

The top panel over Regina’s head slid back and the moon peeked inside.

Regina drew a deep breath. “I smell the ocean.” She stood on the seat and stretched to see above the car. “Oh, we’re so high. The lights below are so beautiful.”

Tanner hesitated, then squeezed in next to her, watching as Meadowbluff loomed on the pearly horizon. He’d made it. Brought the princess home.

“What’s the name of the bay again?”

“Braeleon.”

“Braeleon Bay,” Regina repeated. “What does it mean?”

“I have no idea.”

“Fine Minister of Culture you are.” She bumped him with her elbow, rattling the stones in his emotional walls, then stretched farther over the top of the car to peer down. “It’s a straight drop.”

“We’re going up a mountain,” Tanner said. “From where the palace sits, a watchman can see the southern ports and all exposed roads. On the other side of that ridge”—he pointed to the dark line behind the palace—“there’s a watchman post for the northern ports and roads.”

“So the palace is a safe place.”

“Yes, guarded by the watchmen.”

The limo dipped with the road, shoving Regina against him. He wrapped his arm about her waist to steady her, then found he didn’t want to let go.

“We’re nearly there. Let me ring ahead to make sure everyone is ready.” He ducked inside the car, quite sure Regina could hear every boisterous beat of his heart.

The place around her waist where Tanner held on to her was still warm after he ducked inside the car.

She’d registered and tucked away how different Tanner’s touch felt from Mark’s, but for now her energy, her emotions, her thoughts were not on romance but on the palace and the night-scape ahead of her.

Meadowbluff, with its gables and turrets, was framed perfectly by the towering Cliffs of White just like in Gram’s fairy tale.

Reggie followed the straight line of the cliffs down to the water. A ghostly stream of moonlight draped across the surface of the bay and lapped against the shoreline, which was buttoned to the earth with a row of pearly-diamond lights.

Reggie ducked inside the car. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yes, quite.” Tanner read his iPhone without looking up.

“Is everything all right?”

He set his phone aside, popping on a smile. “Indeed.”

“What’s down at the bottom of the mountain? By the bay?”

“Docks. Restaurants. Hotels.”

Reggie settled back in her seat. “Thank you . . . for having him open the roof. The view truly is breathtaking.”

“Welcome to Hessenberg and Meadowbluff Palace, the childhood home of your gram, and your inheritance.”

Gram. Palace. Princess. All so surreal. Reggie was Mary Poppins, jumping into a watercolor painting with the power of one word.
Inheritance
.

The limo paused at the gate and Reggie peeked out the top again, watching the high, ornate wrought-iron bars swing wide.

Down the paved pebble drive, Reggie propped on her elbows, the breeze in her face. The palace windows were lit and bright, every one of them, spilling light onto the manicured grounds and flower gardens. Floodlights splashed illumination on a high, arching front portico and round columns.

When the limo pulled up, Reggie reached for her bag and slung the strap over her head. Treat this as an adventure. One moment, one day at a time. Sooner or later, she’d pop out of the fairy tale painting and back to real life.

Reggie stepped under the palace portico, feeling minuscule in the presence of the grand structure. “I could fix a lot of cars in this place.”

“You could,” Tanner said, urging her toward the broad stone steps with a light touch on her elbow. “But know that the marble floors are four hundred years old.”

“We can throw down a tarp.” He didn’t laugh. And after she heard her words, she agreed. They weren’t funny.

Following him up the steps, turning, observing, she wished she knew as much about European architecture as she did about cars and accounting.

At the door, Tanner pushed a button. “Most of the living is done on the second floor. But the dining hall is on the main floor. Jarvis should be able to get you squared away.”

“And who is Jarvis?” Her legs quivered, suddenly a bit weak from the length of her journey.

“Your butler and house manager.” Tanner glanced back at the driver coming up the steps with her one little roller board suitcase. “Dickenson is your driver.”

“Pardon? Driver?” She glanced at the older man with round cheeks coming up the steps. She twitched with the urge to step back and help him by reaching for her suitcase. “It rolls,” she said when he got to the top. “Tanner,” she said, leaning toward him. “I can drive myself.”

“Dickenson will drive you until you get familiar with the city.” Matter-of-fact, no debate. “You have other staff as well. Two ladies-in-waiting, four maids, two chefs, and two footmen. For now.”

“I’m one person. I don’t need a staff. I can feed myself. And I’m not even sure what a lady-in-waiting does. Or a footman.”

Tanner angled toward her as the door, twice the width and height of any ole door she’d ever seen before, glided open, exposing a grand, glowing foyer and peeling back the first mystery of life inside a palace.

“Regina, you’re not in Tallahassee anymore, working in an old red barn. You’re in Hessenberg as our Princess and future Grand Duchess. Welcome to your life as a royal heir.”

THIRTEEN

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