Read His Majesty's Child Online
Authors: Sharon Kendrick
Melissa stared out at the sapphire of the distant sea. Somehow she couldn't stop herself comparing the man Casimiro had been in the past to the man he was now. She tried telling herself that the person who held her night after night was far more real than the lover who had drifted in and out of her life during that rainy summer.
So why didn't it feel that way? Why did their snatched affair feel more real than this honeymoonâand more honest? Was it because back then he had been there
by choice, rather than necessity, as now? She wondered if she was imagining the distance which seemed to be growing between themâhad she done something to offend him? But when she asked him he gave her a cool and faintly surprised lookâas if he didn't have a clue what she was talking about. Leaving Melissa to wonder what life was going to be like when they returned to their royal life back at the palace.
Their last dinner at the villa was delicious and they drank champagne the colour of honey which tasted as dry as a bone. And afterwards, Casimiro dismissed the staff and carried her upstairs to the vast bed where they had shared so many intimate moments over the last fortnight.
âOur last night,' he murmured as his lips whispered a soft path over one soft cheek. âThat's right.'
He kissed away the faint frown at her brow. âYou are sad at leaving?'
She wanted to tell him that the only thing making her sad was his refusal to let her get closeâbut wouldn't that spoil their last night? âA little,' she conceded diplomatically. âIt's beenâ¦it's been a wonderful honeymoon, hasn't it, Casimiro?'
âOf course.'
She stared at him, her heart beating fast. âI'm just a bit nervous about what's going to happen when we get back. I mean, how the hell do I go about being your Queen?'
His hand found the silken mound of her small breast. âYou will have plenty of help,
cara
.'
âFromâ¦oh, Casimiro!' She swallowed, trying desperately hard to concentrate, but it wasn't easy when
he was flicking his finger against her nipple like that. âFrom you?'
He gave an impatient little click. âNot from me, no. There will be a whole host of people to advise you, Melissaâbut let's not talk of it now, mmm? Not when there are so many more satisfying things we could do in bed.'
She succumbed to his lips and his fingers and the irresistible thrust of his body because it seemed that was what she was programmed to do. And she waited for words of love which never cameâand consequently bit back her own.
When they arrived back at the palace, Casimiro went off for a meeting with his staff while Melissa tried to settle Ben into his nursery after a dinner which ended up mostly over him and on the floor. But he grizzled all through bath-time and couldn't even be placated with a tune from his old plastic mobile which she'd brought with them from Englandâeven though it looked slightly shabby and out of place in his smart new palace bedroom.
She waited for Casimiro to appear, but there was no sign of him and she didn't want to go looking around the still-unfamiliar palace or asking one of the many staff where she should be. Or where dinner was. But there was no way she was going to sit in a formal dining room eating on her own while her husband was nowhere to be seen.
She supposed she could lift the phone and ring to ask for something to be sent to their roomsâlike room service in a posh hotel. But she wasn't really that hungry and, besides, what could she order? She didn't even
know what the national dish of Zaffirinthos was! Well, to morrow she would hit the Internet and the library and start learning all about her new home and life. As Casimiro had saidâthere were plenty of people to teach her.
And tonight?
Tonight she would put away all her stupid and nameless fears and prepare to greet her husband in the most traditional way known to all new bridesâ¦
Drenched in perfumed oils, she splashed around in the deep, sunken bath in her huge bathroom and afterwards slid on a green silk night gown with a matching peignoir which felt as fine as gossamer against her scented skin. And then, picking up a novel whose world seemed infinitely less absorbing than her own did right now, she settled down to wait for Casimiro.
She waited until ten before wandering into the smaller of their three sitting roomsâwhere she turned on the television in an attempt to feel normal. But the array of films held as little allure as her book and watching the news bulletins from the rest of the world only increased her feelings of isolation.
At ten-thirty she tried his cell phoneâbut it was switched off.
By eleven she had fallen into a fitful sleep and when eventually she felt his naked body slip into bed beside her, she opened her eyes to see that the luminous dial on the face of the clock read almost midnight.
âWhere have you been?' she questioned sleepily as his hand moved round to cover her silk-covered breast.
âShh.'
âCasimiroâ'
But he was now rucking up her silk night gown and cupping the globes of her bottomâhis skin cool against her bed-warmed flesh as he skated his palms over them with a skill which soon had her trembling with anticipation. Pushing her hair aside to kiss the nape of her neck, he blatantly pressed his hard body into hers so that she was left in no doubt about how much he wanted her.
His silent and sensual onslaught continued to filter through her still-dreamy state and she just let the feelings grow. His fingers found her honeyed slickness and touched her there until she was gasping his name out loud in frustration and need. And only then did he turn her over and pull her towards him and wordlessly thrust deep inside her as his lips found hers.
She came almost immediatelyâalready her body was growing accustomed to the pleasure he could give herâand his fingers tightened around her breasts as she made a soft little cry against his shoulder. She heard the escalation of his breathingâthe sudden urgency of his movements and then that distinctive little moan which shuddered on and on.
But once that floaty, dreamy feeling had left her Melissa remembered the long, empty evening she'd spentâwithout even a phone-call from her new husband.
âCasimiro?'
âMmm?'
âWhere have you just been?'
âInside you,
cara
,' he murmured, and tightened his arms around her. âOr hadn't you noticed?'
In the darkness, she blushed. âThat's not what I mean and you know it.'
Fractionally, he loosened his grip on her, and yawned. âJust what
did
you mean?'
âWhat have you been doing all evening?'
âI had a stack of paperwork a mile high to tackle.' There was a pause. âI
have
just been away on my honey moon,' he added softly.
âI know.' But she could tell that he was being evasive and she could not hold in the faltering little sigh which seemed to come from the very bottom of her lungs.
âYou're tired. It's been a long day.' He pulled her against him and smoothed her hair. âYou need to sleep and so do I. Goodnight, Melissa.'
He said it in a kind way. But it was the way in which you might speak to someone who wasn't terribly bright. It was dismissive and it was kindness cloaked in steely controlâand Melissa had never felt more patronised in her life.
âW
ILL
you be back for dinner?' The smile on her face was fixed and bright and beneath the table Melissa's fingers twisted the napkin in her lap as the butler poured Casimiro another of the inky little coffees he favoured in the morning. âIt's just the two of us tonight. Nothing in the diary for once!'
Casimiro glanced up from his study of the pages of the
Zaffirinthos Times
and shrugged. âI will try,
cara
, but I can't promise anything. I have wall-to-wall meetings with ministers all dayâand later I am due to visit the naval base and will stay for cock tails on the new freighter afterwards. So if I'm not back then just carry on without me. Don't bother waiting.'
Don't bother waiting
. Melissa's smile didn't waver even if she felt one of those faint flickers of rebellion which had become increasingly frequent of late. Because didn't those few words perfectly capture the very essence of a royal marriage which was little more than an empty shell? A forced union with a man who ticked the boxes as being a perfect lover and part-time father.
And one who displayed all the emotional depth of one of the marble statues of his ancestors!
She twisted the
napkin a little more, knowing that it was a better outlet for her frustration than biting her nails.
She was trying her best to be upbeat and mostly she succeededâeven though it had been a baptism of fire settling into her new role. Royal life was certainly packed andâalthough she had known that every single second was ac counted forâshe had not expected it to be such a challenge.
There had been balls and tea parties with visiting ministers and dignitaries to meetâeach engagement requiring a different change of clothes and a briefing about each person who would be introduced to her. And she'd been given a list of charities so that she could decide which of these she planned to support as patron.
Had this constant paceâthis social merry-go-roundâbeen one of the reasons why Casimiro had been so close to abdication when she had reappeared in his life?
The abdication which had never again been mentionedâas if the very real prospect of it happening had been nothing but make-believe
. Every time she had at tempted to bring the subject up, she had been stone walled by a cool censure delivered in an icily aristocratic tone by her husband.
Melissa took a sip of coffeeâtrying to tell herself that her feelings of inadequacy and confusion were understandable. No transition from commoner to Queen was ever going to be straight for ward, but when you factored in that she had borne the King's child, in secretâwell, that made the people of Zaffirinthos view her with understandable curiosity.
Will she make our King happy?
âtheir eyes seemed to say, and Melissa
wanted to tell them that, yes, she wouldâoh, she wouldâ
if only he'd let her
.
And that was the crux of the matterâhe just wouldn't. All too quickly she'd discovered that Casimiro had been independent for too long to allow anyone to get really close on a normal daily basis. Isolated by an accident of birth which had placed the crown on his head, he seemed supremely comfortable with his own company.
Deep down, she didn't have a clue what was going on behind the beautiful golden mask of his face. A lifetime of protocol had taught him the most effective methods of blocking unwanted questions and making those questions feel like an intrusion, so that in the end she gave up asking.
Sometimes it felt as if her life with him consisted of a series of formal engagements, punctuated by meals or receptions. Where she would see him seated on the opposite side of a room or a tableâunless hers was a solo engagement, in which case she didn't get to see him at all.
And, yes, he still played with Benâbut all the routine of the close father-son relationship they'd forged on the honeymoon had evaporated. These days he saw Ben only on
his
termsâwhile she ended up feeling like the lowest priority of all in his life.
Only in the bedroom did she ever feel his equalâeven if it was purely in a physical sense. There he would kiss her. Cajole away any concerns with the soft caress of his fingers before she had a chance to air them. He would lift her up in his arms and make her feel all woman as he brought her down slowly onto his aching shaft. Melissa swallowed as vivid erotic recall flew into her mind. You
wouldn't need to be experienced to realise that Casimiro was an exemplary lover and that she was the most fortunate of wives in that respect.
So why did it increasingly seem as if it wasn't enough? Why, despite Ben's obvious happiness and her own material comfort, did she sometimes feel emptier than she'd ever done in her tiny little apartment back in England? Was it because there at least she'd known who she really was, whereas hereâ¦
Here she felt as if she were a ghost of a woman who had chased an illusion, wanting it to be something elseâonly it had turned out to be an illusion all along.
But Casimiro had never pretended to be anything else, had he? He had warned her off emotion and she had stupidly carried on hoping and hoping that things might some day change. Nothing was going to changeâor, rather, he wasn't. He wasn't about to turn into a different man over nightâthe kind who discussed everything with his wife, who confided all his thoughts and hopes and fears. Who wanted the kind of close-knit and warm relationship she'd secretly longed for. He was as closed off as he'd ever been maybe
because he didn't know any other way
.
And Melissa was slowly coming to realise that nothing was going to change unless she
made
it change.
Putting down her half-eaten piece of bread and honey, she looked at him across the breakfast table and forced a smile. âCan't I come too?' she questioned suddenly.
Realising that he was going to get no more reading done, Casimiro put the paper down. âWhere?'
âOn your visit to the naval base. I could bring Ben
along with meâI'm sure he'd love to see the big ships.'
He dropped a lump of sugar into his coffee and stirred it. âThat won't be possible, I'm afraid. It's much too short noticeâand it's not really a suitable trip for a baby.'
âIt isn't?'
âNot really, no.' He sipped his coffee. âAnyway, it would be wasted on someone of Ben's age.'
âI suppose so.' She tried to keep the frustration from her voice but it wasn't easy. He was missing the point completely and she found herself wanting to slam her cup down onto the table. To tell him to stop being so calm and so polite and so damn
reasonable
and to really open up and
talk
to her!
Casimiro saw the way her lips were pursing up and the memory of how they had whispered over certain parts of his anatomy during the night made him adopt a more conciliatory tone. âAnyway, you have your own diary,
bella
âcertainly enough to keep you occupied. And your own programme of visits.'
Aware that she was being fobbed off, Melissa nodded. âYes, I know.'
âHow are you getting along with your lady-in-waiting?'
âShe's lovely.'
âAnd the nanny? She meets with your approval?'
Melissa sipped her coffee. She had baulked against the idea of having child-careâjealously wanting to have Ben all to herself. And wondering guiltily if she could justify having help when she wasn't going out to work. But she had quickly worked out that she was being un
realistic and that she couldn't really manage without help. âSandy's lovely, tooâin fact, all the staff are.'
âSo what's your problem?'
Was that how he saw her simple request to ac company him, thenâas some kind of problemâwhen all she wanted was to show him how the quality of their lives could be improved? That if they did more stuff together then perhaps they might start getting closer. Well, he was never going to know unless she told him and time was very preciousâespecially when you had a baby who was fast becoming a toddler. If they weren't careful, then Ben would be halfway to being grown-up, with two parents who barely knew one another.
âYou haven't taken Ben swimming for ages.' This time her smile was wide. âAnd he'd so love to splash around in the big palace pool with his papa.'
A pulse began to flicker at Casimiro's temple. âI think I told you,' he said evenly, âthat I have employed the best swimming teacher on the island to do thatâall you have to do is pick up the phone and they'll be ready to start.'
Melissa stood her ground. âBut it isn't the same, Casimiro.'
âNo, you're rightâit isn't.' He smiled. âGood though I am,
mia cara, I've
never actually won a gold medal at the sport.'
Her lips curved into an answering smile, but it didn't dint her determination. âBen needs to see you.'
âAnd he
does
see me.'
Something in his implacable face made her growing frustration begin to splinter and the words flew out before she could stop them. âYes, he sees youâbut
it's always on your terms and only on your terms, isn't it? For a few minutes in the morning and a few more snatched minutes in the evening. The occasional lunch at the weekendâif he's lucky. A bit of a tickle and a bit of a play but it's all soâ¦so
snatched
. He'sâ¦'
She willed her thudding heart to slow and looked at Casimiro with appeal in her eyes. âHe's at a wonderful and impressionable stage of his life, darlingâand he just adores it when he's with you. But if it doesn't happen often enough, then I'm afraid that you're never going toâ¦well, to
bond
with him.'
Casimiro put down his coffee cup. â
Bond?
' he repeated scornfully, but he could feel a cold kind of dread begin to wrap itself around his heart. As if she had pushed him to the edge of a cliff and were forcing him to look down, into the unknown. Starkly it reminded him of those raw feelings he'd first experienced when his mother had diedâthe ones he'd blotted out. And again when he'd awoken from his coma and everything familiar seemed to have been turned upside down. How dared she? How dared she try to tell him how to run his life when she was a novice to all this?
âI'd prefer it if you kept all your psycho-babble out of this,' he iced out repressively. âPerhaps when you've been around a little longer, you will understand that this is not the way we do things around here. This is not the way of Kings.'
Something in his imperious attitude made Melissa's fingers stop pleating the crisp napkinâand suddenly she realised that this needed to be said.
Had
to be said. Maybe it would clear the air or maybe it would make
things worse but she had to try. For Ben's sakeâand maybe for their sake, too.
âA way of life you obviously hated so much that you were about to reject it by abdicating,' she said quietly.
He looked around the vaulted breakfast chamberâthe huge windows open to the fragrant drift of blooms just outside. âKeep your voice down.'
âBut nobody's here,' she said softly. âNobody to hear but you and me.'
âI don't care,' he snapped.
âBut I do. And we've never really talked about it before, have we?' she continued, as if he hadn't spoken. âThe subject was never open for debate.'
âThe subject is closed. Finished.'
âBut you can't do that. You can't veto something just because it makes you uncomfortable, Casimiro! Otherwise things just build up and up inside you. And then they explode.'
They were about to explode right now if she was not careful. He pushed back his chair. âI don't intend discussing it.'
âNo, that's right. You don't discuss anything, do you?' she questioned in frustration. âYou act like nothing has happened and yet so much has. Because of Ben, you've been forced not only to remain as King, but to marry meâand not once have you ever told me how you feel about it. But then, you don't “do” feelings, do you?'
âMelissaâ' he said warningly.
âI haven't finished.' She cut through his objections, ignoring the growing look of fury which had made his eyes flame like golden fire. âYou didn't bother warning your brother that you were about to abdicate in his
favour, did you? Without even asking him whether he wanted the position.'
He froze. â
What
did you say?'
She shook her head. âIt doesn't matter.'
âOh, but it does, Melissa. Really it does. If you have been spending your time engaged in idle speculation on my brother's thoughtsâ'
âI wasn't
speculating
!' she shot back defensivelyâand then the words tumbled out before she could stop them. âCatherine told me.'
There was a long and disbelieving pause.
âCatherine told you?'
âYes. She said that Xaviero thought you were about to do something dramatic. And let's face itâyou were.'
âSo you have been gossiping behind my back with the Princess?'
âThere you go again!' she accused. âShooting the messenger! We weren't
gossiping
, as it happened. We didn't sit down and talk about itâjust that when we were out choosing my trousseau she mentioned they'd been slightly worried that you were thinking about abdicating.'
âAnd you told them that I had?'
âNo, of course I didn't.'
âThere's no “of course” about it,' he flared. âWhy didn't you give me this information before hand?'
âMaybe I couldn't see the point, since it was no longer relevant. Or maybe I was worried that I'd get just this kind of reaction,' she said bitterly. âAutocratic, overbearingâ'
âOverbearing?' he echoed ominously.
âWell, why didn't you bother discussing it with
Xaviero first? Were you so certain he'd want to be King? So keen to take on the life you wanted to reject?'