The Unlawfully Wedded Princess

He didn’t imagine he would get to find out. Amelia was marrying him for the sake of his children, not to satisfy his libidinous curiosity.

Josie and Jakob looked up from their play. “Children, your uncle Nick is going to marry a princess.”

“Does this mean we’ll get to stay with you?” Josie asked, hope lighting her eyes for the first time since she arrived in New York. He was amazed how sharp her mind was, how quickly she figured things out.

“Yes, it does,” Nick said.

“Auntie Mellie will live with us?” Jakob asked. “She’ll be our mama?”

Amelia gave a small gasp. She started to say something, but Josie beat her to it.

“No,” Josie said sharply. “Our mother is dead.”

Jakob’s little face fell.

Nick felt an alien urge to pick up the child and cuddle him. But while protecting these children came as second nature, showing them love or affection was another matter entirely. He knew they needed love, but he wasn’t the one who could give it to them.

“Your real mother is in heaven, Jakob,” he finally said. “And you’ll always love her in a special way because she brought you into the world.”

“But can Auntie Mellie be Mama, too?”

Amelia looked at Nick, her eyes pleading with him not to blow this. Hell, he didn’t have the slightest idea what to say.

“She’s Auntie Mellie,” Josie said stubbornly. “Don’t be a baby, Jakob.”

“I’m happy just being your auntie,” Amelia said, finding her voice. She pulled her hand from Nick’s light grasp and crouched down until she was at Jakob’s level. “We’ll take this one day at a time, okay? We don’t know yet who is going to live where and when. But we do know that you kids will stay with your uncle Nick, no matter what. Okay?”

Both children nodded, but Nick was feeling a bit shell-shocked from the conversation. Jakob had never once expressed any interest in calling Nick “Papa.”

AMELIA’S HEART hadn’t stopped pounding since Nick had agreed to marry her. She must be out of her mind, to make such a sudden decision without consulting anyone, and carry it out so quickly.

She was committed now, though. She’d waffled with Nick once before, and she intended to keep her word this time. But the real test was whether they could actually make the marriage happen. Her grandfather was not going to be happy with her choice of husband, and she feared what actions he might take against Nick, who was a Korosolian and subject to Easton’s rule. What if the king had Nick arrested? Easton said he didn’t like interfering in private citizens’ affairs, but he might change his mind in a hurry when it came to a threat to the royal succession.

As they rode up the private elevator to the Carradigne penthouse, Amelia’s apprehension grew. She’d spouted a lot of brave words to Nick about how she was a modern woman free to marry whom she chose, but when it came right down to it, she was afraid of displeasing her mother. Though Amelia got along better with Charlotte than her two sisters did, Charlotte had always been faintly disapproving of her middle daughter’s obsession with war orphans and her lack of interest in matters closer to home.

Amelia doubted Charlotte would jump for joy over her daughter marrying an ex-mercenary. She had certainly not taken the news of Amelia and Nick’s first “marriage” well.

The elevator opened onto the foyer. Amelia gave a nod and a smile to Quincy, who’d been dozing at his post. He looked surprised to see her.

“Where did you come from?” Quincy asked.

“Oh, just out,” she said breezily. “Could you be a dear, Quincy, and round up the family? I have an important announcement to make. Ask them to meet in the Grand Room.”

Quincy stood up and nodded. “Yes, Miss Amelia, right away.” He scurried off to do her bidding.

She turned back to her soon-to-be family. “Big news like this deserves a formal setting.” She led Nick and the children into the huge formal living area that was used for entertaining.

“How many rooms does this house have?” Josie asked.

“More than any one family needs,” Amelia replied, thinking about the two-room apartment the children had occupied in Palemeir. And that home had been considered luxurious accommodations. Sometimes Amelia felt guilty over the opulence of her lifestyle in America when she was faced with how the less fortunate lived.