Invitation to the Prince's Palace / The Prince's Second Chance: Invitation to the Prince's Palace / The Prince's Second Chance

‘Your Highness, you must wait for us!’

‘Please, Prince Rikardo, you must come away from there!’

The words were called as the rescue team came close enough to see what was happening, but it was too late. If Rik didn’t do something about this man, he would kill himself. Panic had the man in its grip. The second man showed no apparent interest in proceedings, sitting there with a blank look on his face.

Had Melanie looked like that when she’d taken that medication and faded into sleep?

He’s taken some kind of illicit drug, Mel. You’ve seenenough of that in Melbourne to recognise it. No doubt Rik recognises it, too.

‘You have to make sure that second man doesn’t interfere with what Rik’s doing or do anything stupid himself.’ She spoke the instruction to the head of the rescue team as they drew close. ‘He’s under the influence of something. It’s likely that both of them are, because Rik’s struggling to get the stranded one to listen and stop fighting to get free.’

Rik had rappelled out beside the man. He couldn’t untangle him, but he was trying to calm him. At his own risk! Even now the man reached for Rik with clawing hands!

‘Oh, please, be careful,’ she whispered.

She didn’t notice that she’d called him Rik as she spoke to the rescue team, or that she’d spoken as though she had every right to that authority. Mel didn’t care.

The next ten minutes felt like a lifetime. When the man was hauled up, Rikardo followed. He moved with confidence. Mel had made her way to the top and wanted to grab him once he got up there and …

Shake him? Check that he was unharmed?

Kiss him a second time?

‘All is well, though I have asked the team to take both men to the nearest hospital and have them checked over, drug tested and, if need be, charged by the police.’ Rik’s words were spoken across a very calm surface.

But beneath that calm must be all the anger over the stupidity of those two men.

‘Your Highness …‘ One of the rescue team approached.

‘I am well and unharmed but you must excuse me now,’ Rikardo said with respect, and firmness.

And then he stripped out of the equipment he’d commandeered, took Mel once again by the arm, and started down the mountain with her.

Mel walked at his side. ‘I’m so glad you knew what to do up there. I’d like to see you do that properly one day, with all the right equipment, because I think you would be amazing at it.’

I’d like to see you do that properly one day …

Melanie’s words rang in Rik’s ears as he put his Italian sports car through its paces on the way to his mountain retreat home.

Her words were a salve to the anger he’d bitten back over the stupidity of those two men. Had they wanted to get themselves killed? The other one, when questioned, had said he was waiting for his turn to go out ‘alone’ and that ice rappelling was ‘easy, man’.

The man had been so far gone that he hadn’t even comprehended the danger his friend was in. Well, they were both safe now.

Rik let the thoughts go and turned his attention to his driving. He’d held back until he reached the private road that led to his home. This road, he knew better than the back of his hand, every turn, just how much he could give behind the wheel to release the pent-up energy that came from that stressful rappel in someone else’s untested equipment. He’d needed this.

He’s going too fast. Mel couldn’t get the thought out of her head. Her logical mind understood that Rik had control of the car. It was clear he knew this road well. The road itself was wide with plenty of room for dual traffic and yet it was a private road. They hadn’t seen any other cars and she guessed they were quite unlikely to do so.

All of this made infinite sense. The paralysing fear inside Mel did not make sense. Her fingers curled into the edges of her seat. Her heart pounded with a mixture of apprehension and the need to get out of this situation at any cost.

‘Please stop.’ The words whispered through her clenched teeth, whispered so quietly that she didn’t know how Rik could have heard them.

All Mel knew was that she wanted out of this car. Now.

‘Melanie.’ A voice tinged with remorse broke through her fear. The car began immediately to slow and Rik said, ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t realise you were uncomfortable.’

It’s all right. I’m fine. There’s no need to slow down or stop.

In her mind, Mel entertained these polite thoughts. But her instincts were in a very different place. She struggled to breathe normally, to not throw her door open and try to get out. The reaction was so intense and so deep that it completely unnerved her. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t think clearly, didn’t know what to say to him, didn’t understand why she had ended up feeling like this.

Within moments the car moved much more slowly and fingers wrapped firmly around the hand nearest to him. ‘Do you need me to stop the car completely, Melanie? My house is less than a minute away and I’d rather get you there if possible.’

The roaring in her ears started to recede but Mel was still a long way from calm. Her fingers tightened around his. ‘I don’t know what came over me. I feel stupid for the way I’ve reacted.’

‘You are certainly not stupid.’ Rik spoke these words softly as he drew the car to a stop in front of his mountain home. The place was maintained for him, but did not have permanent staff. They would be alone here, and he was glad for that now to give Melanie a chance to recover.

Whatever had happened during the trip had affected her deeply, and he felt she would benefit from space and not having to deal with anyone new just for the moment.

Had the panic come on because of all the pressure he’d put on her? It was a lot to ask a woman to become his temporary princess, to work with him to fool his father into believing the marriage was intended to last a lifetime.

It was a lot for her to find herself here under confused circumstances let alone the pressure Rik had added to that load for her.

You must take care of her. Give her time to calm down.

He got out of the car, opened her door for her and took her hand to help her out. His home was chalet-style, built of log and with a sharply pitched roof. Large windows gave beautiful views from every part of the home and were one-way tinted for privacy. Rik doubted that Melanie noticed any of it. Her face was sheet-white and the hand he held within his trembled.

‘Let me get you a hot drink, Melanie.’ He led her inside and to a comfortable leather sofa in the living room.

‘Thank you. It is a bit chilly, isn’t it?’ Melanie sank onto the sofa and didn’t argue about who should be preparing the beverages.

Rik didn’t waste time, and quickly returned with coffee for both of them. He took his seat beside her. ‘This will take the chill away.’

The rooms were centrally heated, but she’d clearly had a shock. It would take time for her body to return to a normal temperature.

Rik had brought that shock about. He had put too much on her. Bringing her to Braston with her waking up from a long sleep to discover she was in the middle of Europe instead of in Sydney. He’d asked her to replace her cousin and briefly marry him. Had piled all the worries about the country onto her, and then had left her to cope with her concern for him while he rappelled onto an icy cliff in dangerous circumstances to deal with a man who didn’t want to hear reason, and another who could have added more trouble to the mix.

To cap it off, Rik had come up here to get away from things, and the speed of his driving had frightened her enough that she hadn’t been able to even tell him what was wrong.

As Melanie sipped her coffee and colour began to come back into her face Rik set his drink down and turned to her. ‘I am sorry that you were afraid during the drive up here.’

‘You weren’t to know that I would react like that. I didn’t know it myself.’ She forced her gaze about the room before meeting his eyes. For the first time since leaving the car, she seemed to see her surroundings.

Maybe that, too, helped her, because she said valiantly, ‘It was worth the trip. This is a lovely home and the views are amazing. And I feel much better. I’m sure I won’t have that kind of problem again.’

‘I am pleased that you’re starting to feel better. What happened to you? Do car trips always make you uneasy?’

Back in Australia, she’d checked when he collected her from outside Nicolette’s home that he felt fresh enough to drive. Rik hadn’t thought anything of it.

‘That’s the first time I’ve been in a sports car. They go very fast.’ As she seemed to consider what had happened she frowned. ‘I don’t understand this myself. I don’t drive, but I’m not usually the type to panic unnecessarily, and with hindsight I know that you had control of what you were doing.