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queen was to have been dead.
As the newly appointed king, he would have been able to address the nation with a sympathetic view of himself caring for others even during his time of deepest sorrow.
Even if he had no such emotions.
Alexander’s stomach tightened at the thought of his beautiful wife lying cold and dead on a slab somewhere. He would have made sure the autopsy was delayed long enough for the toxins to disappear.
It wouldn’t have happened like that, of course. Princess Yvette of Mevendia would have become queen with her father as regent until she came of age, but obviously he hadn’t known that.
Though Alexander stood in the background, leaning against the wall with one ankle crossed over the other, he was aware of everything going on. The children were enthralled with the queen. It didn’t have as much to do with her royal status as everything to do with her . She was fabulous with them.
For a moment, everything else faded away. He saw her, sitting in a rocking chair at the palace, holding his child as she sang softly. Moonlight spilling in through one of the windows gave a soft glow around his toddler’s blond hair. She looked up at him, and everything he longed to see shone back at him in her eyes. Love. Trust. Then he looked down in his own arms.
Someone said something to him, interrupting his daydream.
After spending more than an hour with the kids, Christiana spoke for a few moments with the directors, asking for more information on a couple of their programs and thanking them for all of their hard work. Most of them also made small talk with him, but he was not the source of fascination like she was.
Not even like the Duchess of Cambridge had been when she married the heir to the throne of Great Britain. He supposed it was because so many girls wanted to be her and, in his experience, they were the primary consumers of that sort of information. The fascination surrounding her late mother-in-law didn’t hurt. He’d met both the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge after the wedding. They had been Britain’s official representatives and joined the young royals crowd. Sweden, Lichtenstein, Japan, Luxembourg, Norway, and several others had sent younger members of the families.
Regardless, they didn’t treat him quite the same way they treated either the Duchess or Queen Christiana.
Before long, they had retreated to the city hall. The route was much less crowded this time, though the few spectators represented the most ardent of the bunch. Once at the city hall, they found themselves situated in a sitting room, already set up with lights and cameras. Queen Christiana shook hands with the reporter. Alexander followed suit. The reporter gave him an odd look, one Alexander couldn’t quite figure out. Was he on to them? Had he discovered Alexander’s past? It wasn’t a secret per se, just not something he chose to discuss often, and he certainly didn’t want to overshadow Christiana’s first real interview as queen.
Alexander kept his arm stretched across the back of the couch behind her. There were sure to be at least a few difficult questions, and he wanted to be able to lend his support immediately when it happened.
“Your Majesty, Queen Christiana, thank you for agreeing to do this interview.”
“It is my pleasure, Matthew. Thank you for being willing to meet us here.”
“Most of Ravenzario isn’t familiar with your husband, the newly-titled Prince Consort Alexander, Duke of Testudines. Can you tell us how you met?”
She nodded. “We met a number of years ago when I attended a function at Baicampo, the property on Bianisola long owned by his family. We saw each other from time to time at official gatherings, balls, and so on. However, it wasn’t until about eighteen months ago that we began to see each other regularly and realize there could be something more between us.”
“Eighteen months ago? The public wasn’t aware of what was going on until several months later, but
As the newly appointed king, he would have been able to address the nation with a sympathetic view of himself caring for others even during his time of deepest sorrow.
Even if he had no such emotions.
Alexander’s stomach tightened at the thought of his beautiful wife lying cold and dead on a slab somewhere. He would have made sure the autopsy was delayed long enough for the toxins to disappear.
It wouldn’t have happened like that, of course. Princess Yvette of Mevendia would have become queen with her father as regent until she came of age, but obviously he hadn’t known that.
Though Alexander stood in the background, leaning against the wall with one ankle crossed over the other, he was aware of everything going on. The children were enthralled with the queen. It didn’t have as much to do with her royal status as everything to do with her . She was fabulous with them.
For a moment, everything else faded away. He saw her, sitting in a rocking chair at the palace, holding his child as she sang softly. Moonlight spilling in through one of the windows gave a soft glow around his toddler’s blond hair. She looked up at him, and everything he longed to see shone back at him in her eyes. Love. Trust. Then he looked down in his own arms.
Someone said something to him, interrupting his daydream.
After spending more than an hour with the kids, Christiana spoke for a few moments with the directors, asking for more information on a couple of their programs and thanking them for all of their hard work. Most of them also made small talk with him, but he was not the source of fascination like she was.
Not even like the Duchess of Cambridge had been when she married the heir to the throne of Great Britain. He supposed it was because so many girls wanted to be her and, in his experience, they were the primary consumers of that sort of information. The fascination surrounding her late mother-in-law didn’t hurt. He’d met both the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge after the wedding. They had been Britain’s official representatives and joined the young royals crowd. Sweden, Lichtenstein, Japan, Luxembourg, Norway, and several others had sent younger members of the families.
Regardless, they didn’t treat him quite the same way they treated either the Duchess or Queen Christiana.
Before long, they had retreated to the city hall. The route was much less crowded this time, though the few spectators represented the most ardent of the bunch. Once at the city hall, they found themselves situated in a sitting room, already set up with lights and cameras. Queen Christiana shook hands with the reporter. Alexander followed suit. The reporter gave him an odd look, one Alexander couldn’t quite figure out. Was he on to them? Had he discovered Alexander’s past? It wasn’t a secret per se, just not something he chose to discuss often, and he certainly didn’t want to overshadow Christiana’s first real interview as queen.
Alexander kept his arm stretched across the back of the couch behind her. There were sure to be at least a few difficult questions, and he wanted to be able to lend his support immediately when it happened.
“Your Majesty, Queen Christiana, thank you for agreeing to do this interview.”
“It is my pleasure, Matthew. Thank you for being willing to meet us here.”
“Most of Ravenzario isn’t familiar with your husband, the newly-titled Prince Consort Alexander, Duke of Testudines. Can you tell us how you met?”
She nodded. “We met a number of years ago when I attended a function at Baicampo, the property on Bianisola long owned by his family. We saw each other from time to time at official gatherings, balls, and so on. However, it wasn’t until about eighteen months ago that we began to see each other regularly and realize there could be something more between us.”
“Eighteen months ago? The public wasn’t aware of what was going on until several months later, but
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