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done. But he didn’t say that. He said nothing.
    And she continued, “I’ve always loved Montedoro anyway. So let’s say a year, together, here at the Prince’s Palace. I’ll clear my calendar.”
    “For the entire year?” She was constantly giving speeches at charity functions, working diligently to establish trusts for the needy. “Isn’t a year a bit extreme?”
    “Perhaps, but necessary. I want our marriage to work. There’s the baby to think of, anyway. I’ll want to take it easy from seven months or so on. And then I’ll need a few months to concentrate on our newborn. After the year is up, though, we will discuss a move to Alagonia—or a way to divide our time between our two countries.”
    He had to give her credit. She was quite the negotiator. But it didn’t matter what he agreed to now. She would be fed up with him long before a year had passed. In the end, she would be only too happy for them to lead separate lives. He would make sure of that. “Agreed,” he said.
    She folded her hands in front of her. “I want us to be happy, Alex.”
    That was never going to happen. Not for him, anyway. “I’ll do my best.”
    “And your best is all I can ask of you.” Her eyes were a deeper blue than ever right then, violet-blue. And her lips...
    Better not to think about her lips. “Well, all right,” he said. “It’s settled.”
    “Yes,” she answered quietly. “We’ll be married. This morning.”
    He offered his hand.
    She ignored it, surging forward on tiptoe instead, reaching up to take his shoulders, pulling him down and brushing the sweetest, too-swift kiss across his mouth. His senses flooded with the scent of her and her lips were infinitely soft. Warm.
    He could have so easily broken free of her delicate hold, could have stepped back. But he didn’t.
    He was captured. Disarmed. An all-too-willing prisoner.
    Unbidden images flashed through his mind: Lili as a little girl, all dressed up as a fairy princess in a gossamer froth of purple and green, a foil crown on her head, a handmade wand in her hand. She wore wings, wire wings covered in transparent gauze. There was to be a play, wasn’t there, one of those plays she and his sisters were always putting on? He remembered her out by one of the fountains in the palace gardens, all dressed up to play a fairy princess, arms outstretched, turning in circles, giggling with happiness, her golden head tipped back, her face turned up to the sun.
    The little-girl Lili faded away.
    He saw her on that fateful morning in April, her hair flowing over his hands, her eyes dazed, dreamy. He saw the perfect curve of her hip, the concave temptation of her belly. The golden curls between her long, slim thighs. Her skin that was pale as milk, only faintly stained with pink.
    Now, in the final hours of darkness on the morning they would marry, he had to steel himself to keep from reaching out, drawing her close, deepening that light, quick brush of a kiss.
    Blessedly, within a few seconds, she let him go. “Good night, Alex,” she told him softly.
    And then she turned and left him there, holding his empty glass and feeling bereft when he should have been grateful that she had gone.

Chapter Three
    L ili’s wedding gown wasn’t white. It wasn’t even a gown, really. It was a very ladylike dress by Valentino, a tea-length dress of painted silk, dotted with tiny sprays of pale flowers on a ground of purple so dark it might have been midnight blue. Her suede shoes were deep violet, with ankle straps and very high heels. She smoothed her acres of hair into a simple twist and wore crystal Pavé earrings.
    At a quarter of nine, she stood before the cheval glass in her palace guest apartment, ready to say her vows.
    One of her attendants entered. “His Majesty is here.”
    She greeted him in the sitting room. “Papa.”
    He hesitated, the way he always did after he’d lost his wild Alagonian temper. He looked so hopeful and abashed. “Forgive