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would help with her dirty, chipped nails though not much could rid her hands of the calluses, cuts and scars. Perhaps she could start a new fashion trend by wearing gloves.
    In spite of Isabel’s faults and disregard for etiquette and style, she was a refreshing change from the other royals he’d encountered over the years. She was not caught up in the tangled web of tradition. Even Julianna, as perfect as she was, came from a kingdom more out-of-date than Vernonia.
    He admired Isabel for working on cars. He remembered what being a soldier was like. Living day-to-day, sometimes hour-to-hour. It was the closest thing to an ordinary existence he’d had. Even after she put her mechanic days behind her, she could relate to the people at their level.
    Isabel might not know how to be a princess yet, but at least she was a contemporary woman, something rarely found in his country. He could use that to his advantage as he moved forward with his plans. Though right now she looked more like a schoolgirl than a woman with the cashmere blanket tucked around her shoulders.
    The cover rose and fell with each of her breaths. Her hair fanned across the pillow, the brown strands contrasting with the white fabric. The slender column of her neck contradicted the stiff backbone she’d shown earlier. The curve of her cheek and fullness of her lips weren’t diminished by the lack of makeup and lip-gloss on her face. She possessed a natural beauty.
    Although Niko appreciated her spirit and self-reliance, he couldn’t deny the appeal of this softer side. The defiant set of her chin and tight jaw had relaxed. The result of sleep, but she looked so peaceful and serene. He wondered if she ever looked this way awake. He doubted it.
    With her lips slightly parted, she almost appeared to be smiling. The result of a pleasant dream? A dream about him?
    No. Her dreams were none of his business. Isabel might be his wife, but he should think of her like a sister. Anything else would be…inappropriate given his intention to marry Julianna.
    Isabel shifted in her seat. The way she stretched reminded him of one of the feral cats who lived in the stable. As she settled into a new position, the top half of her blanket fell from her shoulders and pooled on her lap.
    He could see the rise and fall of her chest better now. The V-neck collar gave a tantalizing view of creamy skin and lace.
    The fabric of her shirt stretched across her breasts. The cool cabin temperature beaded her nipples.
    Niko covered her with the blanket and tucked the edge around her shoulders.
    “Sir,” Jovan said, standing in the aisle.
    Niko jerked his hands away from Isabel, feeling as if the palace’s renowned pastry chef had caught him sneaking a tulumbe from a batch soaking in syrup overnight.
    “It is late.” Jovan handed him a blanket. “There is nothing more to be done until we arrive in Vernonia. Please rest, sir.”
    Niko knew sleep was futile, but he placed the blanket on his lap. Jovan was only trying to do his job. “The shopping arrangements…”
    “Have been taken care of, sir. Princess Julianna has offered her assistance and expertise.”
    The future wife helping the soon-to-be former one? The thought of the two women, so very different, made Niko’s temples throb. “That will be…interesting.”
    “Princess Julianna’s sense of duty is matched only by your own,” Jovan said. “She simply wants to help you, sir.”
    Niko only hoped Isabel accepted the help. That independent streak of hers might get in the way. “Julianna will make a fine queen.”
    Jovan nodded. “She will also be an excellent role model for Princess Isabel to emulate, sir.”
    “Yes.” Niko glanced at Isabel to see if she was still asleep. He lowered his voice. “She will need all the help she can get.”
    Jovan smiled at the sleeping woman. “Princess Isabel is not what I expected, but she has…spirit. She puts on no airs. Plays no games.”
    “She is different and has a certain