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Not without regret, Bennett handed the reins to the waiting groom. Part of the pleasure of the ride was the hour he normally spent walking and brushing down the stallion. If his father had sent for him, he had no choice but to forgo pleasure for duty.

“Walk him thoroughly, Pipit. We’ve had a long run.”

“Yes, sir,” said the groom who’d spent three-quarters of his life with horses. Among his duties had been seating Bennett on his first pony. At sixty, with one leg game from a fall, Pipit remembered the energy of youth. And the passion. He patted Dracula’s neck and found it damp. “I’ll see to it myself, Your Highness.”

“Do that, Pipit.” But Bennett loitered long enough to loosen the cinches. “Thanks.”

“No thanks necessary, sir.” With a quiet grunt, Pipit hefted the saddle from the stallion’s back. “Isn’t another man here who has the nerve to deal with the devil,” he murmured in French as the horse began to dance in place. In moments, Dracula settled again.

“And there isn’t another man I’d trust with my best. An extra scoop of grain wouldn’t hurt him this evening.”

Pipit took the compliment as no less than his due. “As you say, sir.”

Still restless, Bennett turned to walk from the stables. He could have used the extra hour to cool himself down as well. Riding fast, riding reckless, satisfied only part of his thirst. He needed the movement, the speed, but most of all, he needed the freedom.

For nearly three months he’d been tied firmly to the palace and protocol, the pomp and procedure. As second in line to Cordina’s throne, his duties were sometimes less public than his brother Alexander’s, but rarely less arduous. Duties, obligations, had been a part of his life since birth, and were normally taken as a matter of course. Bennett couldn’t explain to himself, much less anyone else, why sometime during the last year he’d
begun to fret and chafe against them.

Gabriella saw it. Bennett thought perhaps his sister even understood it. She, too, had always had a thirst for freedom and privacy. She’d gained a portion of that two years before when Alexander had married Eve, and the weight of responsibility had shifted.

Still she never shirked, Bennett thought as he passed through the palace’s garden doors. If she was needed, she was there. She still gave six months of every year to the Aid for Handicapped Children while keeping her marriage vital and raising her children.

Bennett dug his hands into his pockets as he climbed the stairs that would take him to his father’s office. What was wrong with him? What had happened in the last few months that made him want to slip quietly out of the palace some night and run? Anywhere.

He couldn’t shake off the mood, but he managed to tame it as he knocked on his father’s door.

“Entrez.”

The prince wasn’t behind his desk as Bennett had expected, but was seated beside a tea tray at the window. Across from him was a woman who rose to her feet at Bennett’s entrance.

As a man who appreciated women of any age, of any form, he took an easy survey before turning to his father. “I’m sorry to interrupt. I was told you wished to see me.”

“Yes.” Armand merely sipped his tea. “Some time ago. Prince Bennett, I would like to introduce Lady Hannah Rothchild.”

“Your Highness.” Her gaze swept down as she curtsied.

“A pleasure, Lady Hannah.” Bennett took her hand, summing her up in seconds. Attractive in a quiet way. He preferred less subtlety in women. British from her accent. He had an affection for the French. Slim and neat. Invariably, the more voluptuous caught his eye. “Welcome to Cordina.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.” Her voice was indeed British, cultured and quiet. He met her gaze briefly so that he saw her eyes were a deep and glowing shade of green. “Yours is a beautiful country.”

“Please, sit, my dear.” Armand gestured her back to her chair before he lifted another cup to pour.
“Bennett.”

Hannah, with her hands folded in her lap, noticed Bennett’s quick look of dislike at the teapot. But he sat and accepted the cup.

“Lady Hannah’s mother was a distant cousin of yours,” Armand began. “Eve became acquainted with her when she and your brother visited England recently. At Eve’s invitation, Lady Hannah has agreed to stay with us as Eve’s companion.”

Bennett could only hope he wouldn’t be expected to escort the lady. She was pretty enough, though she dressed like a nun in a gray, high-collared dress that came a discreet two inches below her knees. The color did nothing for her pale, British complexion. Her eyes saved her face from being plain, but with her dark blond hair pulled back so severely from her face, she put him in mind of the old Victorian companions or governesses. Dull. But he remembered his manners and treated her to an easy, companionable smile.

“I hope you enjoy your stay as much as we’ll enjoy having you.”

Hannah gave him a solemn look in return. She wondered if he was aware, and thought he was, of how dashing he looked in casual riding clothes. “I’m sure I’ll enjoy it immensely, sir. I’m flattered the Princess Eve invited me to stay with her while she awaits the birth of her second child. I hope to give her the companionship and help she needs.”

Though his mind was on other matters, Armand offered a plate of frosted cookies. “Lady Hannah has been very generous to give us her time. She’s quite a scholar and is currently working on a series of essays.”

Figures, Bennett thought, and sipped at the hated tea. “Fascinating.”

The smallest of smiles touched Hannah’s lips. “Do you read Yeats, sir?”

Bennett shifted in his chair and wished himself back to his stables. “Not extensively.”

“My books should be here by the end of the week. Please feel free to borrow anything you like.” She rose again, keeping her hands folded. “If you would excuse me, Your Highness, I’d like to see to the rest of my unpacking.”

“Of course.” Armand rose to lead her to the door. “We’ll see you at dinner. Be sure to ring if you require
anything.”

“Thank you, sir.” She curtsied, then turned to extend the courtesy to Bennett. “Good afternoon, Your Highness.”


Bonjour
, Lady Hannah.” Bennett waited for the door to close behind her before dropping onto the arm of his chair. “Well, she should bore Eve to tears within a week.” Ignoring the tea, he took a handful of the small iced cookies. “What could Eve have been thinking of?”

“Eve became very fond of Hannah during her two weeks in England.” Armand walked to a scrolled cabinet and, to Bennett’s relief, took out a decanter. “Hannah is a well-bred young woman of excellent family. Her father is a highly respected member of the British Parliament.” The brandy was deep and rich. Armand poured it sparingly.

“That’s all well and good, but—” Bennett stopped abruptly as he reached for the snifter. “Oh good God, Father, you’re not thinking of trying for a match here? She’s hardly my type.”

Armand’s firm mouth softened with a smile. “I think I know that well enough. I can assure you Lady Hannah was not brought here to tempt you.”

“She could hardly do that in any case.” Bennett swirled the brandy, then sipped. “Yeats?”

“There are some who believe literature extends beyond equestrian handbooks.” Armand drew out a cigarette. There was a knot of tension at the base of his neck. He forced it to concentrate there rather than allowing it to spread.

“I prefer the useful rather than poetry about unrequited love or the beauty of a raindrop.” When that made him feel small and ungracious, Bennett relented. “But in any case, I’ll do whatever I can to make Eve’s new friend welcome.”

“I never doubted it.”

His conscience soothed, Bennett moved on to more important matters. “The Arabian mare should foal by Christmas. I’m betting it’s a colt. Dracula will breed strong sons. I have three horses that should be ready to show in the spring, and another I think should be taken to the Olympic trials. I’d like to arrange that within the
next few weeks so that the riders will have more time to work with the horse.”

Armand gave an absent nod and continued to swirl his brandy. Bennett felt the familiar push of impatience rising and fought it down. He was well aware that the stables weren’t high on his father’s list of priorities. How could they be with internal affairs, foreign affairs, and the very tricky politics within the Council of the Crown?

Yet, didn’t there have to be something more? The horses not only gave pleasure, but added a certain prestige when the Royal House of Cordina possessed one of the finest stables in Europe. For himself, it was what he considered his only true contribution to his family and country.

He’d worked for the stables as hard and as menially as any groom or stable boy. Over the years, he’d studied everything he could about breeding. To his delight, he’d found within himself a natural skill that had added spark to his education. Within a short time, Bennett had turned a good stable into one of the best. In another decade, he was confident it would have no equal.

There were times when Bennett needed to discuss his horses and his ambitions with someone other than a stable hand or another breeder. Still, he understood, and always had, that that person would rarely be his father.

“I take it this isn’t the time to discuss it.” Bennett took another small sip of brandy and waited for his father to reveal whatever weighed on his mind.

“I’m sorry, Bennett, I’m afraid it isn’t.” The father felt regret. The prince could not. “Your schedule this next week. Can you tell me about it?”

“Not really.” The restlessness was back. Rising, Bennett began to pace from one window to another. How close the sea seemed and yet how far away. He wished for a moment that he was on a ship again, a hundred miles from any land, with a storm brewing on the horizon. “I know that I have to go into Le Havre at the end of the week. The
Indépendance
is coming in. There’s a meeting with the Farmers’ Cooperative and a couple of luncheons. Cassell fills me in each morning. If it’s important I can have him type up the highlights for you. I’m sure I’m cutting at least one ribbon.”

“Feeling closed in, Bennett?”

With a shrug, Bennett tossed off the last of his brandy. Then the easy smile returned. Life, after all, was too
short to complain about. “It’s the ribbons that do it. The rest, at least, seems worthwhile.”

“Our people look to us for more than governing.”

Bennett turned from the window. Behind him the sun was high and bright. Whatever he might sometimes wish in his secret heart, the royalty he’d been born with cloaked him. “I know, Papa. The problem is I don’t have Alexander’s patience, Brie’s serenity or your control.”

“You might need them all soon.” Armand set his glass down and faced his son. “Deboque will be released from prison in two days.”

*   *   *

Deboque. Even the name caused fury to churn in Bennett’s stomach. François Deboque. The man by whose orders his sister had been kidnapped. The man who had planned assassination attempts on both his father and his brother.

Deboque.

Bennett pressed a finger to the scar just below his left shoulder. He’d taken a bullet there, and the trigger had been pulled by Deboque’s lover. For Deboque. By Deboque.

The bomb planted just over two years before in the Paris Embassy had been meant for his father. Instead it had killed Seward, a loyal assistant, leaving a woman widowed and three children fatherless. That, too, had been Deboque’s doing.

And in all the years, nearly ten now since Gabriella’s kidnapping, no one had proved Deboque’s involvement in the kidnapping, the conspiracies or the murders. The best investigators in Europe, including Bennett’s brother-in-law, had been brought in, but none of them had proved that Deboque had pulled the strings.

Now, within days, he would be free.

There was no doubt in Bennett’s mind that Deboque would continue to seek revenge. The Royal Family was his enemy if for no other reason than he’d been held in a Cordinian prison for over a decade. Neither was
there any doubt that during that decade, he’d continued to deal in drugs, weapons and women.

No doubt, and no proof.

Guards would be added. Security would be tightened. Interpol would continue its work, as would the International Security System. But both Interpol and the ISS had been trying to nail Deboque with murder and conspiracy to murder for years. Until he was gotten under control and the strings to his organization severed, Cordina and the rest of Europe were vulnerable.

Hands in pockets, Bennett strode out to the garden. At least they’d dined
en famille
that evening. It had relieved some strain, even though little could be said in front of Eve’s new friend. He doubted if anyone that quiet and prim would have picked up on any tension around the table. She had answered when spoken to and nursed one glass of wine throughout the meal.

He would have wished her back to England a dozen times if he hadn’t seen how good she actually was for Eve. His sister-in-law was three months pregnant with her second child and didn’t need the additional strain of talk of Deboque. Two years before she’d nearly been killed protecting Alexander. If Lady Hannah could keep Eve’s mind off Deboque, even for a few hours a day, it would be worth the inconvenience of having her in the palace.

He needed to talk with Reeve. Bennett drove his balled fists into his pockets. Reeve MacGee was more than his sister’s husband. As head of security, he would have some answers. And Bennett certainly had the questions—dozens of them. More was being done than the placing of extra guards. Bennett refused to go through the next weeks blindly while others worked to protect him and his family.

Swearing softly, he looked up at the sky. The moon was cloudless and half full. Another time, with the scents of the garden wafting around him, he would have itched for a woman to watch the sky with. Now, filled with frustration, he preferred the solitude.

When he heard the dogs bark, his body stiffened. He’d thought himself alone; he’d even been sure of it. In any case, his aging hounds never barked at family or familiar servants. Half-hoping for a confrontation, Bennett moved quietly toward the sound.

He heard her laugh and the sound surprised him. It wasn’t quiet and prim, but rich and delighted. As he watched, Hannah leaned down to stroke the dogs, which pressed against her legs.

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