The next morning, they both had to wake early as they had duties to attend to before they left on their honeymoon. “Dream of me?” Prince Louis asked Macee.
“I don't really have nightmares,” she replied. The prince just laughed as he tied his tie.
* * *
It was late afternoon when they were finally leaving. The prince's private jet was already fuelled and ready to whisk them off to their honeymoon location. As soon as they boarded, Macee threw herself on a chair before kicking her shoes off. The prince watched her with a raised eyebrow.
“Are your feet in pain?” he asked as he sat down.
“Yes. I’m not used to wearing heels and this is the second day in a row. My feet are killing me,” Macee replied. She was looking forward to the honeymoon. A vacation was very much needed. It was a shame that it was with this man. The flight attendant greeted them and offered refreshments and Macee jumped at the opportunity.
“I see.”
“So, where are we going?”
“Where would you like to go?”
Macee turned lazily to look at him. Was he really asking her where she wanted to go for their honeymoon? “Our honeymoon location wasn’t planned beforehand?” she asked. Normally that was one detail planned well in advance of a wedding.
“It has been decided but if you have a preference, we could go wherever you wish.”
“Surprise me. So long as it doesn’t involve princess lessons, I’m good.”
The flight attendant returned with their drinks. Macee thanked her before downing the contents of her glass. As she relaxed back in her seat, she belched loudly and giggled. The prince shook his head as he pulled out some files and started going through paperwork.
The flight was long. While Macee had travelled by plane before, she was always with her sisters and they kept each other entertained. At a loss for what to do, she eventually fell asleep waking as the plane landed. She caught the prince looking at her as she sat up to look out the window.
“What?”
“For the record, I am NOT the one who snores.”
As they were disembarking, Macee smiled at him, “A princess does not snore.” At the prince’s snort of amusement, Macee asked, “Where are we?”
“Seychelles,” Prince Louis replied.
“Oh, I do not know much about this place. Should be interesting.”
“Wherever I am is interesting.”
Macee laughed. “Oh please,” she said. The driver bowed his head to them and held the door open as they climbed in.
Chapter 12
They were staying in a villa on the beach. When they got out of the car, Macee stood there for a moment gaping at the house. It was beautiful. As they walked toward the entrance, the servants were already standing outside to greet them.
“Shall we go see the bedroom?” Prince Louis asked her as soon as they walked into the house. Macee turned sharply to look at him.
“Is that all you think of?” she asked him.
“That was not an innuendo.” For the first time, he was actually not referring to anything sexual. He turned on his heel and headed upstairs. As Macee followed him, she looked around the first floor. Designed as one large community space, the living, dining and kitchen flowed into each other. Floor to ceiling glass doors lined the walls and were folded open allowing the ocean breeze in. Macee took a deep breath enjoying the scent of whatever was growing in the garden
“Oh wow,” she said when she walked into the room. From the door to the bed were white and red rose petals. Candles were placed all over the room. The mood was already set for lovemaking, which made Macee feel uneasy. She feared that it gave the prince ideas.
Macee walked out onto the balcony to a beautiful view of the beach. The water was light blue and the sands were white. She wanted to run on the beach barefoot and jump into the water. It was a beautiful spot for a honeymoon. She turned and walked back into the bedroom to find Prince Louis walking around shirtless.
“Oh for goodness sake,” she said and turned around quickly.
“Are you still shy? This is all yours now,” Prince Louis replied.
“Mine?” Macee's face turned red as she squeaked.
“You might as well find a way to make the most of this marriage. We are stuck together for good.”
That did not make her feel any better. The fact that it was permanent made her nervous. “Stuck? Was it not your idea to wed me? How many times did I beg you to wed my sister instead?”
The prince sighed. Still she was being stubborn. What woman did not dream of being with him? She was wasting a chance many would die for. “You are not getting it. I was to wed someone from your family. You were the better choice at the time.”