Coup D'etat (The Alpha Prince) Book 3 Read Online Free PDF Page B

in Mondorra, one must have at least three million Euros in liquid assets. If one does not have the assets, one can become a citizen of Mondorra by my decree.”
     
    We watch as the angry citizens burn police cars and break store windows. It is certainly not the kind of image one wants to see before they go to bed. The Prince turns off the TV. He gets up and walks to the balcony and opens the windows. I follow him. As we look out into the sea, I detect several boats crisscrossing in front of the Palace.
     
    “I wonder what those boats are doing?” I say out loud.
     
    “They are members of my Naval security team. It appears I am being protected by land and by sea.” Just as the Prince finishes his statements we hear the propellers of a military helicopter hovering above the Palace. “It looks like we have the sky covered as well,” the Prince adds as he walks back into his bedroom.
     
    I walk up behind the Prince and get on my tippy-toes. I rub his shoulders in an attempt to relax him before he goes to bed. Prince Julian lies on his back and allows me to give him a massage. I lean in and whisper into his ear, “Are you scared, Your Highness?”
     
    “I never allow myself to be scared.”
     
    ***
    I get up in the middle of the night. Nothing in particular awakens me. Just a sense of unease and yes, a little bit of excitement about tomorrow. Prince Julian has left me with so many unanswered questions as to what he will do. Heck, I don’t even know what he is going to eat. I roll around in the massive bed of the Prince and notice something strange. The Prince isn’t there. I turn on the lamp next to my side of the bed. He is gone. The first thing that comes to mind is that something is wrong. I hold the covers over my naked body. I look around the room for signs of a struggle. I want to call out but I’m too afraid of attracting the wrong kind of attention. I just lie in the bed and pull my feet up into the fetal position.
     
    I listen to the dead silence of the room. I meekly call out, “Your Highness?” No answer. I look over the side of the bed and see my slippers. I put them on. Then I walk, with the covers wrapped around my body and look for a robe. I put on the robe. Then I begin to walk to the door. My hands shake as I turn the knob. As soon as I open the door, I see a large man standing out in the hallway, I scream and close the door shut. The door is suddenly pushed open. I see a man with a submachine gun drawn. “Is everything okay, Miss Rousseau?”
     
    “Who are you?!” I scream out.
     
    “I am a security officer. Are you okay, Miss Rousseau?” 

    “Where is the Prince?” I ask with tears in my eyes.
     
    The security guard puts his weapon down and calmly says, “His Highness went for a walk around the Palace. He is currently in his Drawing Room.”
     
    I exhale deeply. Of course, he is probably a little restless as well.
    
“I would like to see him if that is okay?” I say as I clutch the robe around my body.
     
    “Of course, Miss Rousseau. I apologize for the misunderstanding.”
     
    “No problem,” I say as I walk out of the bedroom.
     
    I walk down the long hallway where I see several other security officers. As I pass them, they whisper code words into their walkie-talkies. I descend a large staircase and then proceed to make my way down a series of hallways. Then it occurs to me - I have no idea where the hell the Drawing Room is located. As I make a turn to another set of staircases, I see another one of the Palace Guards. I ask him if he could show me where the Drawing Room is located. He is kind enough to escort me to the room in question.
     
    I walk up to the massive drawing room. Inside, I see Prince Julian standing before a large ten foot painting of man who looks much like the Prince himself. It doesn’t take me long to realize that he is looking at a painting of a past ruler - an ancestor. I approach the Prince slowly. He doesn’t seem to notice that I am even