The Sheikh's Baby Scandal(48)

It would seem that she did have a heart after all.

‘How long will the results take?’ he asked, and Felicia frowned.

Why would he ask when they’d already been through this numerous times?

‘Overnight,’ she answered. ‘The results will be couriered to your office, hopefully by lunchtime in the UK.’ Which would be late afternoon in Zazinia—just a few hours before the Accession Council met.

A few hours before he was expected to choose his bride.

‘Felicia?’

‘I think we’re about to take off,’ she lied. ‘Speak soon, Kedah.’





CHAPTER THIRTEEN

KEDAH WAS VERY used to women falling for him.

He wasn’t used to them proudly walking away.

He looked at the slight chaos their lovemaking had created and righted the crystal decanter that had toppled over. Then his eyes took in the files and the photos of the women his father wanted him to choose from.

Felicia had seen them, he was certain.

Their lovemaking had been fierce and angry, and now possibly he understood a little more why.

Yet she had known all along that he was to marry and had seemed fine with it.

Possibly she wasn’t so assured after all.

Even though he generally didn’t use it, Kedah was tempted to summon the royal jet, so he could be in London, or nearly there, when she landed. He needed to speak with her—he wanted to know what her tears meant exactly.

He needed space, and so he walked along the pristine white beach. Suddenly everything had changed.

Always he had wanted to be King; he had spent his life knowing it could be taken away and protecting himself from that possibility. Now, when the coming days should have his full attention, when he should be devoting every thought to the potential battle ahead, he was staring up at the sky that carried her.

He had chosen wisely.

Kedah had protected all the people he loved and cared for in this. Tomorrow, when the press were crawling and the staff were afraid, he would ensure that the best of the best knew his business inside out.

He knew Felicia could face this crisis.

In these past months she had crept into his heart, and now she belonged there so absolutely that it had taken her leaving to expose the fact.

And her tears made him believe that she loved him too.

What to do?

* * *

Omar stood in his own office, looking out on Zazinia and thinking of the presentation his eldest son had just shown him. He saw Kedah walking along the beach alone. As always, he cut an impressive figure, but for once his son’s stride was not purposeful, and instead of looking out to the land he so loved Omar saw Kedah pause and gaze out to the ocean and the sky.

The King did not turn his head when the door opened and Rina stepped into his office. Instead he focused on his eldest son. There was a pensive air to him, and the set of his shoulders showed he carried a weight that was a heavy one.

Kedah was the rightful Crown Prince. Omar knew that.

Yes, the road ahead might be easier if he followed the elders’ wishes and stood behind his younger son, but it would be the wrong decision.

He turned his head a little as Rina came in and walked over to stand by his side. She stood quietly beside him, watching their son, who cut a proud and lonely figure as he walked.

‘Felicia just left,’ Rina said.

‘Felicia?’ Omar frowned, for he had no idea who his wife was referring to.

‘Kedah says she is his PA, but I am certain there is more to it.’

‘Nothing can come of it. There are many brides that would be far more suitable.’

Omar’s response was instant, but then he felt his wife’s hand on his shoulder.

‘I am sure plenty say the same about me,’ Rina said. ‘There are many who don’t consider me suitable.’

So rarely did they touch on that long-ago painful time.

‘You are a wonderful queen.’

‘Now I am,’ Rina agreed.

Omar turned and looked again to his son, and he recalled himself striding into the office brandishing files on potential brides. He hoped Felicia had been unable to understand what he had said.

‘Kedah showed me a presentation that he has been working on,’ Omar said. ‘It was very beautiful. In fact, it reminded me of my dreams for Zazinia.’ He looked out to the city. ‘He has a gift.’

‘So do you.’

‘Perhaps, but I could not express it properly to my father. Of course back then we did not have the technology to make such a presentation...’

‘Nothing would have swayed your father,’ Rina said. ‘Remember how you tried?’

Omar nodded.

‘And then you stopped trying.’

‘I chose to focus on the things I could change,’ Omar said. ‘I wanted my bride to be happy. And you weren’t.’