The Queen's Baby Scandal

“A man has walked into the palace without permission,” the guard clarified.

“Then why didn’t you shoot him?” Gunnar asked.

“The fame,” the other man said. “We would be liable to create an international incident.”

“Who is it?” Astrid asked.

“Mauro Bianchi.”

Astrid’s stomach clenched, the blood in her veins turning to ice. There was no way. No possible way that he could know. She just didn’t give him that much credit. That he would recognize her. That he would care.

“What does he want?”

“He wishes to see you.”

“Now I really don’t like this,” Gunnar said. “Please tell me that this man was not involved in the creation of your child.”

“Define involved,” Astrid said.

“You know exactly what I mean. Don’t play coy, particularly if you don’t want to be treated like a child.”

“The child is mine,” Astrid repeated. “And mine alone.”

“Please speak to him?”

“Yes,” Astrid said. “I will speak to him.”

“And I shall accompany you,” Gunnar said.

“No,” Astrid said. “I will speak to him alone.”

“You’re not my queen,” Gunnar pointed out.

“I was unaware that you had become an expat of our beloved country, my dear brother.”

“You are my sister,” he said. “And that takes precedence over any title.”

“Then as my brother I ask you to respect my wishes. The fact that men would not respect my wishes is the reason this is happening.”

“I understand,” he said. “I understand full well why you feel you had to do this, Astrid. But you’re not alone. You have my support, and you will have my protection.”

“I don’t need it,” Astrid said. “I possess the power to command that he be shot on sight. Frankly, I could ask the same of you.”

“Were you… Issuing an order?” her guard asked.

“Not yet.” Astrid flicked a glance between her brother and Latika. “Will you please keep an eye on him?”

“I don’t get paid to babysit,” Latika pointed out.

“And I receive no compensation for spending time in the company of a snarling American,” Gunnar bit out. “But here we are.”

Astrid left, muttering about how she wouldn’t have to have him shot on sight, as he and Latika were just as likely to kill each other during her absence.

She made her way out into the antechamber of the Royal Palace, her heels clicking on the marble floor. When she saw him, her stomach dropped. His impact had not been diminished by their time apart. Not in the least. In fact, if anything, her response to him was even deeper. More visceral. Possibly because she knew exactly what he could make her feel now.

“May I help you?” she asked.

He stopped and reached into his jacket, and all of the guards in the room put their hands on their weapons.

“Stand down,” Astrid said. “He isn’t going to shoot me.”

“Not at all,” he responded. Instead, when he pulled his hand out, he was holding a shoe. Her shoe.

“I had thought that you might possess its partner.”

“I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about.”

“Is that so? Alice.”

She stiffened, straightening her shoulders. “I am Queen Astrid von Bjornland. And I do not know anyone by that name. You are mistaken, sir.”

“And I am not blind. Your hair down, a bit more makeup and a bit more skin is hardly a convincing disguise, my Queen. If you wished to truly fool me you will have to try much harder than that.”

Irritation crept up her spine, irritation that he was not minding what he said in front of her guards. Irritation that he was here at all.

“Leave us,” she said, gesturing toward the guards.

The room cleared, every man leaving at her behest. At least she commanded authority over her own guards. There was that.

“Does every man in your life defer to you in such a manner?”

She met him full on, making her expression as imperious as possible. “Not just the men.”

“I am no one’s puppet,” he said.

“I did not need you to be a puppet.”

There was no point in lying to him. He wasn’t stupid. It was entirely too clear that they had met before. And there was something… Something between them, an electricity that arced across the space. There was no pretending anymore. She simply had to find out what he wanted and provide him with that, and try to end this encounter as quickly as possible.

“I need my freedom,” she said. “I am queen, and there are a great many people who don’t respect my position. I did what had to be done.”

“You tricked me into getting you pregnant.”

“I seduced you. I didn’t trick you. You went along with everything happily.”

“You said everything was all right. You said it was fine to have sex without a condom.”

“I said it was fine. And for my purposes it was. I sincerely hope that you don’t treat every hookup in such a casual manner when it comes to protection.”