Princess Ever After (Royal Wedding Series) (21 page)

A sediment of anxiety rose from the bottom of her soul and clouded her reasoning.

Oh Lord, a princess. I can’t . . .
Forget discussing protocol when she saw Sir Blue Eyes. She needed to have a heart-to-heart with him and figure a true way out.

Her phone pinged and she dug it out of her bag. A text from Al.

Oliver coming next week. Lking gud. Hv fun there.

She was about to respond
Yea!
when a text from Mark came through.

Ur in Hessenberg??! WT—A princess? Hahaha. Wht’s the bit? Call me!

Reggie groaned. Mark lived in the world he created in his own mind. Did he not hear the letter she read aloud at the garage?

“Miss, you best duck down,” Dickenson said, pulling into the curved drive of a flat-front, golden-brick building. “Looks like the press is waiting for you.” He blasted the horn, steering the car through a throng of cameramen and reporters waiting under an arched, stone entrance, casting their large, leering shadows against the car windows.

FIFTEEN

T
anner shoved his way through the crowd of photographers and reporters toward the Mercedes as Dickenson pulled around.

One guess. The same leak as the first wave. Seamus Fitzsimmons. Tanner would have to organize security straightaway.

“Stand aside, please. Stand aside.”

But the press swarmed like bees to honey. Cameras flashed, videoed, robbing Tanner, Hessenberg, and the rest of the world from a formal, organized introduction of the princess.

Blasted, loose-lipped, tongue-wagging insider. Seriously, if he found out who specifically leaked her arrival . . .

“Pardon me.” Tanner reached for the back door, then noticed Regina was sitting up front, next to Dickenson. Why was he not surprised?

Louis trailed behind him, along with another bloke, Elton, the front lobby man, trying to clear a path for Regina to the door.

“Stand aside, the lot of you. Move back.” Elton had a commanding presence, for which Tanner was grateful.

When Regina stepped out, it was all over. The shouting commenced as cameras flashed and bodies crushed against bodies.

“Are you the princess?”

“Look here, Princess.”

“What’s your name?”

“Can I get a look this way, Princess?”

“Burkhardt, let us talk to her. We’ve a right to know.”

Tanner ignored the demand and all but shoved Regina through the manor door. Taking her hand, he raced her up the stairs, the mob stalled a few moments by Louis and Elton. But they were no match for that frenzy.

“Here. This way.” Tanner shot down a second-floor corridor, the rhythm of his heels against the marble in harmony with Regina’s.

He found a room at the end of the hall, ducked inside, and slammed the door.

“Oh my gosh, that was scary.” Regina collapsed onto a long wooden pew, its old joints creaking in protest. “I’m shaking.” She held up her hand and in the soft, colored light filtering through the round, stained-glass window in the front of the room, Tanner could see her tremors.

“I’m so sorry.” Tanner paced down the center aisle, raking back his hair, not caring if he messed up his morning gel job. “Someone . . . someone leaked you were here. There are limited options as to who.”

“It’s okay. You didn’t know.” Under her mop of red hair, she narrowed her gaze at him. “Did you?”

“Of course not.” Tanner pulled out his phone, reading the screen. “The king is here, along with the prime minister and the archbishop.” He pressed the phone to his ear. “Louis, we’re on the second floor—” Tanner glanced around, engaging the room for the first time. “In the chapel. What’s going on with the press? Still here. Arrange for the meeting to be here, in the chapel. The press won’t look for us here.”

Ha!

“And call Seamus’s office. Let him know.”

He rang off and sat in the pew in front of Regina. “How are you?”

“Other than being chased by a mob? I’m shaking. You?”

“Other than nearly getting my princess,”—the words left his mouth and settled in his heart in a strange yet comfortable way—“crushed by a mob, I’m shaking.”

She smiled and swooped her bangs out of her eyes. “What’s this about the king and everyone?” Her expression, her gesture, coated the feelings stirring in his chest, beckoning his emotional doors to swing open.

“I told you last night. You’re meeting the king this morning, along with the prime minister, governor of Hessenberg, and the archbishop.”

“Excuse me, you never said anything like that to me.”

“Regina, I did, in the limo, when we were driving up to Meadowbluff.”

“Did I respond? Did I say, ‘Oh, the king? Wow, I’ve never met a king before! Do I curtsy?’ ” She smacked his arm. “’Cause that’s what I would’ve said.”

“No, you don’t curtsy.
He’s
coming to see
you
. He will bow to you.”

“To me?” Now she paced down the center aisle, her hands tucked into the hip pockets of her jeans.

Tanner glanced away, walking to the door, searching for the light panel, anything to get his mind off her . . . well, various assets and charms. He came to work this morning determined to hold his heart and affections at a professional distance.

But the moment he saw her, he wanted to escape his duties and spend the day with her, alone, discovering her, pondering how well she fit a pair of jeans.

Give a poor chap a chance.

“What is this room?” She stood by the altar, inhaling. “It has a sweet presence and aroma.”

“It’s the chapel. The royal family held services here when they were in the city. As a matter of fact,”—Tanner walked toward
her—“this is the Oath of the Throne chapel. Every ascending royal took their oath here upon the death of their predecessor.”

He’d not thought of that when he randomly directed her down the second-floor corridor.

“Are services still held here?”

“It’s a government building.” Tanner shook his head. “So no. Maybe at Christmas there might be a service but—”

“It feels ‘full’ in here. Does that make sense?” Regina studied the high, flat ceiling with its carved inlays.

“Oddly, it does.” Tanner grew up with that feeling. In his father’s parish. As if God himself filled the room.

“This is incredible. I see all of this and think, ‘This was my family.’ ”

She was winning him. Over and over again. Her willingness to investigate with an open heart. But he would remain guarded.

If Regina knew the real Tanner Burkhardt—which she never would—she’d not want him. No woman would want him and, frankly, half the time he wasn’t sure he wanted himself.

The sooner the king assigned her a more appropriate mentor, the better. Off he’d go back to his safe, albeit stark world.

“So, Tanner, what’s this meeting about?” Regina made her way back to him, her voice low, concern in her countenance.

“As I said, you’re meeting with King Nathaniel II, the prime minister, the governor of Hessenberg, and the archbishop.” At last he found a switch panel by the door and powered up the lights. “We’ll discuss our next steps.”

A patterned, gentle glow spilled down the side walls from the iron and glass sconces. Working another switch turned on the light fixtures above the altar.

“I don’t know, Tanner.” Regina squeezed her fingers in her hand and walked the length of the aisle. “I–I feel . . . like . . .”—she shook out her hands, then gathered her hair away from her face—“like a cow trying to run with thoroughbreds.”

He made his way toward her. “You’re far from a cow, trust me. I’m sorry If I miscommunicated about this meeting, but, Regina, you must start thinking of yourself as worthy. The Princess of Hessenberg.”

“Easy for you to say, Tanner.” She mimicked his accent, trying to smile and lighten the tension in the room.

He debated. Should he tell her Seamus was the one who filed the petition? She was already so nervous. On the other hand, being armed with the truth would serve her well. “Regina, you should know—”

“Hello, Tanner?” The chapel door creaked open and Louis entered, leading the king, prime minister, and archbishop into the room.

Tanner bowed to Nathaniel, then introduced Regina. The king shook her hand, bowing slightly, so very real yet so elegantly proper. “It’s an honor to meet you.”

“You too.” Her voice wavered a little and she offered the king a tender curtsy.

Tanner smiled. She was going to be a stellar princess. Next he introduced Regina to the prime minister, Henry Montgomery. Then the archbishop, Miles Burkhardt.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Regina glanced at Tanner, then at the archbishop. “Burkhardt? Any relation or just a coincidence?”

“Some believe there are no coincidences.” Dad shook her hand and Tanner formed his hand into a fist, tensing.
Why does he have to be so . . . obtuse?
“It’s an honor to greet you face-to-face, Your Majesty. Welcome to Hessenberg.”

“Please, call me Reggie. Or Regina.” She smiled as she shook his hand. “I feel very welcomed.” Then she shot Tanner a look.
Whaaat?

Oh, blimey.
Out with it. “The archbishop is my father, Regina.”

Dad locked his hands behind his back with a nod at Tanner. “Quite right.”

And the man wondered why Tanner never came round. Or why during the toughest years of his life, he sailed the turbulent sea alone.

Regina twisted her hands together, holding on to her smile, clearly unsure where to go with Dad’s curt, formal “Quite right.”

“Gentlemen, Your Majesty,”—he nodded to the king—“I apologize for moving the meeting to the chapel, but the media frenzy caught us off guard.”

“Do you know how they found out she was here?” Nathaniel asked. “Another leak about the princess in less than a week?”

“I do not, sir.” Tanner hated the defeated sound of his answer. “But I will investigate. Only the five of us plus the governor knew she was coming.”

“And our aides.” Nathaniel unbuttoned his suit coat and took a seat in the nearest pew. “I suspect a pretty pound could be earned by the one who alerted the press of the princess’s arrival and whereabouts.”

“It’s a sad day, Nathaniel,” Henry said, “when we have to suspect our staff.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time. Speaking of, will the governor be joining us?”

“Yes, sir,” Tanner said. “Louis is contacting his office.”

“Regina,” Nathaniel said as he turned to her, “welcome. I do apologize for the mess with the press.” The king leaned back, putting everyone in the room at ease. “We thought a formal presser later in the week or early next would be the best course to introduce you to the people, but, well, welcome to
that
side of your new world.” He smiled.

“It’s all . . .” She remained standing, shifting from side to side, slipping her hands in her hip pockets, then folding her arms over her chest, and generally looking as if she might make for the exit. When she met Tanner’s gaze, he smiled encouragement and nodded for her to sit. “It is mildly overwhelming.”

“I understand. My fiancée, Susanna, is new to the royal life and also finds it very overwhelming. She sends her regards, by the way, and offers to do all she can to assist you.”

“How nice. Thank her for me.” Regina swiped her hands down the sides of her jeans and sat in the pew ahead of Nathaniel, one foot tucked under her. “So, what do you all need from me?”

Straight to the point. No mussing about. If Tanner knew anything about Regina Beswick, she waded right into every situation, sorting it out as she went.

He could learn from her.

“We’d like to talk about the entail. Has Tanner explained our situation?”

“Yes. It’s all a bit unbelievable. My gram never said a word to me about any of this.”

“She did of sorts.” Tanner moved to stand beside Reggie. “Seems she painted a fairy tale and told the story of a princess who needed to return home.”

“A fairy tale?” Nathaniel said.

“She . . . she wrote and illustrated a fairy tale about a princess,” Regina said, “and gave it to me for my sixth birthday.”

“Fascinating,” Henry said. “But she never openly spoke to you of your heritage?”

Reggie shook her head. “And I wish I knew why.”

“The key question we must sort out now is, are you willing to take the Oath of the Throne? Be the true princess and receive your inheritance as granted by the entail?” Nathaniel spoke in a low, soft voice, asking gentle, probing questions. “How do you view living four thousand miles from home? Of being a government official? Of being a royal? Of your life being onstage for all to see? To a life devoted to serving the kingdom and its people?”

Gentle, yes, but honest. Uncloaked.

Regina answered with equal honesty. “I find it unsettling, a bit terrifying, and a little bit like a movie I want to watch to the
end to see how it turns out.” She looked up at Tanner
. Is that right?
He smiled and nodded.
Be your true self.

“A week ago I was a simple Southern girl dealing in cars, eating pizza on Friday nights with the car heads. Now I’m heir to a kingdom? A royal?” She stood, pressing her hand to her forehead. The men stood with her. “And I know you’re under the gun with this entail and now, I hear, a lawsuit, but I’m not sure what I want to do. I’m sorry . . .” She peered at the king with a straight, steady gaze. “I can’t promise you more than here I am, checking out the country and people, testing the waters.”