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her completely and taking a step back. It was no longer desire that was trying to strangle him.
    She swallowed visibly. “Yes. That is why I’m here.”
    â€œBut…you’re having a baby.”
    â€œThat’s what pregnant means,” she said, crossing her arms beneath her breasts.
    â€œHow do you feel?”
    â€œI’m a wreck, actually, Taj, but thank you for asking.”
    He frowned. “What has wrecked you?”
    â€œI feel like the world’s biggest idiot. I slept with a guy, that’s you, with no protection and there’s no excuse for that. None.”
    â€œIt was my responsibility. I failed. You were…you were a virgin,” he said.
    â€œSo? I didn’t live under a rock. I know how things work. I know about being responsible and I wasn’t.”
    â€œDesire gets the best of people sometimes.” It had certainly gotten the best of him. For the past three years it had gotten the best of him.
    She shook her head. “I suppose that’s true. Because there is no other explanation for it.”
    She turned to walk out of the room and he felt something large, indefinable, squeezing his chest. “Do you regret it, Angelina?”
    She stopped, her shoulders sagging. “I don’t know yet,” she said, her voice quiet.
    He vowed right then that she would never regret it. Not if he could help it.

Chapter Six
    It was only six in the morning and already the temperature was rising. The palace was cool, but stifling, the walls feeling like they were closing in on her. She doubted she would ever get used to this place. She wanted to run. She wanted to hide.
    It wasn’t an option.
    Taj had sent dressers to her room this morning with beautiful silk gowns in bright colors. They were cut into Western styles but bore beautiful Eastern influences. They were fit for the Queen of Rahat, one of the women said.
    And they were right. But she wondered if it was the mistresses of Rahat who had worn them before. If they’d been used by other women. The idea made her skin itch. Made her feel violently possessive and jealous in a way she had no right feeling.
    She’d run away from being Queen of Rahat once. Now it seemed she was trapped.
    â€œSheikh Taj is on his way,” the other woman said. “You are meeting the press this morning and he would like to make sure you are prepared.”
    Her stomach sank, a faint impression of nausea wrapping itself around her. “You can tell him that I would rather have bamboo shoots shoved up my fingernails,” she muttered.
    â€œNoted.”
    She turned and saw Taj standing in the doorway. She froze and her two aids bent their heads and scurried out of the room.
    â€œDid you bring bamboo, sugar?” she asked, turning her Texas drawl up a notch.
    â€œI thought perhaps you would prefer tea,” he said, lifting a delicate china cup up to chest level. “It’s green tea, no caffeine. I thought it might be preferable to torture.”
    â€œTea, yes, a meet-the-press moment, no.”
    â€œOur engagement must be announced.”
    She wrapped her arms around herself in an effort to keep from falling apart. “I haven’t even been here for twenty-four hours.”
    â€œWe’ll need to marry before it becomes obvious you’re pregnant.”
    â€œI forgot you’re traditional around here.”
    â€œShow me the royal family that disregards such traditions completely. Have they disregarded them in Santina?”
    Angelina thought of Princess Carlotta, of the shame the press had put her through for having a child out of wedlock. Even now, years after the fact, it marked her. Marked her entire existence, and the existence of her son. “No.”
    â€œThen do not play like Rahat is such an anomaly. We have traditions to uphold, certain expectations we must meet. You will become accustomed to it.”
    â€œI’m not sure I can,” she said, her voice