The next few weeks were miserable, not only because I was
sick and healing from my injuries, but because the lull in my public schedule gave me plenty of time to freak out about Nikolaiโs abdication.
I was going to be queen. Maybe not tomorrow or a month from now, but one day, and one day was far too soon.
I lifted my wineglass to my lips and stared up at the night sky. It was three weeks to the day since my conversation with Nikolai.
My concussion had healed, and Iโd long since recovered from my cold. I still had to be careful with my wrist, but otherwise, I was up and running again, which meant I had to attend meeting after meeting about how and when to announce the abdication, how to handle the fallout, plans for my permanent move back to Eldorra, and a million other things that made my head spin.
That morning, my family, Markus, and I agreed on an official announcement a month from now. Or rather, everyone else agreed, and I went along with it because I didnโt have a choice.
One month.ย One more month of freedom, and that was
it.
I was about to take another drink when the door to the
rooftop creaked open. I straightened, my mouth falling
open when I saw Rhys step outside. Judging by the way his eyebrows shot up, he was as surprised to see me as I was him.
โWhat are you doing here?โ we asked at the same time. I huffed out a small laugh. โMr. Larsen, this is my house.
I should be the only one asking that question.โ
โI didnโt think anyone came out here.โ He took the seat next to me, and I tried not to notice how good he smelled, like soap and something indescribably Rhys. Clean, simple, masculine.
We were on the rooftop of one of the palaceโs north towers, which could only be accessed via the service hallway near the kitchen. Compared to the palaceโs actual, terraced rooftop garden, it was nothing, barely big enough for the chairs Iโd bribed a staff member to help me bring up. But that was why I liked it. It was my secret haven, the place I escaped to when I needed to think and be away from prying eyes.
I drained the rest of my wine and reached for the bottle at my feet, only to realize it was empty. I rarely drank so much, but I needed something to ease the anxiety following me around like a black cloud these days.
โJust me. Most people donโt know about this place,โ I said. โHow didย youย find it?โ
โI find everything.โ Rhys smirked when I scrunched my nose at his arrogance. โI have the palace blueprints, princess. I know every nook and cranny of this place. Itโs myโโ
โJob,โ I finished. โI know. You donโt have to keep saying it.โ
Heโd said the same thing in Dr. Hausenโs office. I wasnโt sure why it annoyed me so much. Maybe because, for a second, I couldโve sworn his worry for me went beyond his professional obligations. And maybe, for a second, I couldโve sworn I wanted it to. I wanted him to care about me asย me, not as his client.
Rhysโs lips quirked before his gaze traveled to my forehead. โHowโs the bruise?โ
โFading, thank the Lord.โ It was now a pale yellowish green. Still unsightly, but better than the glaring purple it used to be. โAnd it doesnโt hurt so much anymore.โ
โGood.โ He brushed his fingers gently over the bruise, and my breath stuttered. Rhys never touched me unless he had to, but at that moment, he didnโtย haveย to. Which meant he wanted to. โYou gotta be more careful, princess.โ
โYouโve said that already.โ
โIโll keep saying it until you get it in your head.โ
โTrust me. Itโs in my head. How can it not be when you keep nagging me?โ
Despite my grumbles, I found a strange comfort in his nagging. In a world where everything else was changing, Rhys remained wonderfully, unrelentinglyย him,ย and I never wanted that to change.
His hand lingered on my forehead for another moment before he dropped it and pulled away, and oxygen returned to my lungs.
โSo.โ Rhys leaned back and laced his fingers behind his head. He didnโt look at me as he asked, โWho do you usually bring up here?โ
โWhat?โ I cocked my head, confused. I never brought anyone up here.
โTwo chairs.โ He nodded at mine, then the one he was sitting in. โWhoโs the second one for?โ His tone was casual, but a tight current ran beneath it.
โNo one. There are two chairs becauseโฆโ I faltered. โI donโt know. I guess I hoped Iโd find someone I wanted to bring up here one day.โ I had silly, romantic notions of me and mystery guy sneaking up here to kiss and laugh and talk all night, but the chances of that were growing slimmer by the minute.
โHmm.โ Rhys was silent for a second before he said, โYou want me to leave?โ
โWhat?โ I sounded like a broken record.
Maybe the hit to my headย hadย scrambled my brains because Iโd never been this inarticulate.
โSeems like this is your secret spot. Didnโt realize I was intruding when I came up here,โ he said gru๏ฌy.
Something warm cascaded through my stomach. โYouโre not intruding,โ I said. โStay. Please. I could use the company.โ
โOkay.โ
And that was that.
I couldnโt hold back a smile. I didnโt think I would enjoy sharing this space with anyone else, but I liked having Rhys here with me. He didnโt feel the need to fill the silence with unnecessary small talk, and his presence comforted me, even if he irritated me, too. When he was near, I was safe.
I stretched my legs out and accidentally knocked over the empty wine bottle, which rolled across the floor toward Rhys. I bent to pick it up at the same time he did, and our fingers brushed for a second.
No, not even a second. A millisecond. But it was enough to send electricity sizzling up my arm and down my spine.
I yanked my hand away, my skin hot, as he picked up the bottle and placed it on the other side of his chair, away from both our legs.
Our brief touch felt indecent, like we were doing something we werenโt supposed to do. Which was ridiculous. We hadnโt even planned it. It was an accident.
Youโre overthinking.
The clouds shifted, unblocking part of the moon, and light spilled across the tower, illuminating part of Rhysโs face. It appeared grimmer than it had a moment ago.
Even so, he was beautiful. Not in a perfect, Greek god sculpture kind of way, but in a pure, unabashedly masculine way. The dark stubble, the small scar slashing through his eyebrow, the gunmetal eyesโฆ
My stomach did a slow roll as I struggled not to focus on how alone we were up here. We could do anything, and no one would know.
No one except us.
โHeard weโre leaving next week,โ Rhys said. I mightโve imagined it, but I thought he sounded strained, like he, too, was fighting back something he couldnโt quite control.
โYes.โ I hoped my voice didnโt come across as shaky as it did to my own ears. โMy grandfatherโs condition is steady for now, and I need to wrap up my affairs in New York before I move back.โ
I realized my mistake before the words fully left my mouth.
I hadnโt told Rhys about Nikolaiโs abdication yet, which meant he didnโt know about my plans to move back to Athenberg. Permanently.
Rhys stilled. โMove back?โ He sounded calm, but the storm brewing in his eyes was anything but. โHere?โ
I swallowed hard. โYes.โ
โYou didnโt mention that, princess.โ Still calm, still dangerous, like the eye of a hurricane. โSeems like an important thing for me to know.โ
โItโs not finalized, but thatโs the plan. Iโฆwant to be closer to my grandfather.โ That was partly true. Heโd recovered nicely from his hospital visit and he had people monitoring him around the clock, but I still worried about him and wanted to be close by should anything happen. However, as crown princess, I was also required to return to Athenberg for my queen training. I was already behind by decades.
Rhysโs nostrils flared. โWhen were you planning to tell me this?โ
โSoon,โ I whispered.
The palace was keeping Nikolaiโs abdication under tight wraps, and I wasnโt supposed to talk about it until closer to the official announcement. I couldโve told Rhys I was
moving back to Eldorra earlier using the excuse I just gave him, but Iโd wanted to pretend everything was normal for a while longer.
It was stupid, but my mind had been all over the place lately, and I couldnโt make sense of my own actions.
Something flickered in Rhysโs eyes. If I didnโt know better, I would think he wasย hurt.ย โWell, now you can finally be rid of me,โ he said lightly, but his face might as well have been etched from stone. โIโll talk to my boss on Monday, get the paperwork started for the transition.โ
Transition.
My breath, my heart. Everything stopped. โYouโre resigning?โ
โYou donโt need me here. You have the Royal Guard. I resign, or the palace releases me from my contract. Same ending.โ
The thought hadnโt crossed my mind, but it made sense. The palace had hired Rhys because they hadnโt wanted to pull any Royal Guard members away from their family when I was living in the U.S. Now that I was moving back, they didnโt need a contractor.
โBut Iโฆโย Iย doย need you.
Rhys and I may not have gotten along in the beginning, but now, I couldnโt imagine not having him by my side.
The kidnapping. Graduation. My grandfatherโs hospitalization. Dozens of trips, hundreds of events, thousands of tiny moments like the time heโd ordered me chicken soup when I was sick or when heโd lent me his jacket after I left mine at home.
Heโd been with me through it all.
โSo, thatโs it.โ I blinked away the ache behind my eyes. โWe have one more month and then youโll justโฆleave.โ
Rhysโs eyes darkened to a near black, and a muscle jumped in his jaw. โDonโt worry, princess. Maybe youโll get Booth as your bodyguard again. Itโll be like old times for you two.โ
I was suddenly, irrationally angry. At him, his dismissive tone, the entire situation.
โMaybe I will,โ I snapped. โI canโt wait. He was the best bodyguard I ever had.โ
It was a low blow, and judging by the way Rhys stiffened, it hit its target.
โGood. Then itโs a win-win all around,โ he said in a cold, controlled voice. He stood and walked to the exit without looking back.
The door slammed behind him, causing me to jump.
The ache behind my eyes intensified until a stray tear slipped down my cheek. I wiped it away angrily.
I had no reason to cry. Iโd changed bodyguards plenty of times before, and I was used to people leaving. Rhys hadnโt even been with me for that long. Booth had been with me for four years, and I hadnโt cried whenย heย left.
Another tear fell. I wiped that one away too.
Princesses donโt cry.ย Elinโs disapproving voice echoed in my head.
She was right.
I refused to spend my last month of freedom agonizing over Rhys Larsen, of all people. We would return to New York, I would sort my affairs, and I would soak up every minute of my remaining time as a mere princess, not queen to be.
Forget propriety and protocol. If there was ever a time to live my life the way I wanted, it was now.
And if Rhys had a problem with that? Too bad.
