Betrothed: To the People's Prince

‘We don’t like your cousin Demos?’

‘I’m not sure we do,’ she said. ‘Nikos says he’s greedy. But let’s just see for ourselves, shall we?’

‘Okay,’ he said and tucked his hand into hers, with the infinite trust of childhood.

She needed someone to trust too, she thought. What was she letting herself in for?

‘We’ll just slip in quietly, do what we have to do and leave,’ she said. ‘I’m hoping we’ll hardly be noticed. I’ll show you the places where I swam and played when I was a little girl. I’ll figure how to stop Demos digging his great big diamond mines. Then we can go home, with as little contact with the locals as possible.’

‘So we won’t see Nikos and Christa?’ He sounded astounded. More. Sad.

‘I guess we will,’ she said and he lit up again.

‘Good. I like them. Christa likes Oscar.’

‘Oscar.’ She glanced down at the dog on the deck beside her. Crazy. Coming all this way and bringing a dog.

But she needed to. She needed as much family as she could get. Nicky and Oscar were it.

We slip in quietly, do what we need to do and leave, she said to herself again, as she’d told herself countless times before. I’ll give Nikos the authority he needs and leave.

But what about…Nicky? The small matter of Nikos’s son.

It can’t matter, she thought. Yes, Nikos was angry—maybe he even had a right to that anger, but there was still the matter of Christa, conceived three months before Nicky. When he and she…

It didn’t bear thinking about.

‘We’ll get in, do what we have to and get out again,’ she said again to Nicky. ‘No fuss. Nothing.’

And then the boat passed the headland and turned towards the harbour. And she discovered that no fuss wasn’t in the island’s equation.

She’d come. Right up until now he’d thought she’d back out. But he knew she’d boarded the ferry in Athens. Short of jumping off, she had to be here.

So he’d let it be known. Demos had been acting Crown Prince. If Athena arrived on the quiet, as if she didn’t want the Crown, it would give everyone the wrong idea. The islanders were terrified by Demos’s plans. They needed Athena.

And…they knew her.

The only child of a lone and timid mother, home schooled because the King didn’t want her to mix with the island children, Athena had every reason to be isolated and aloof. But Athena had been irrepressible. Born a tomboy, she’d declared, aged eight, that Nikos was her very best friend and whatever he did was cool with her.

As children they’d roamed the island, looking for mischief, looking for adventure, looking for fun. Tumbling in and out of trouble. Giving their respective mothers cause for palpitations.

He’d loved her. The islanders had loved her. They had been kids, who together just might make a difference to this island’s future.

And now that time had come. He watched the ferry dock and knew that how Athena reacted in the next few moments affected the future of every islander.

Including him.

‘Mama, why are all these people here?’

‘Uh-oh,’ she said.

‘What does uh-oh mean?’

‘It means Nikos is making a statement.’

‘What sort of statement?’

‘That I’m a princess coming home,’ she said.

‘So the streamers and balloons and the great big signs…’

‘Saying Welcome Home To Our Princess? That would be for us.’

‘What do we do?’

‘I’m not sure. Stay on board until they get tired of waiting and go home?’

‘I don’t think that’s a good idea,’ Nicky said dubiously.

So it wasn’t a good idea, she conceded. It was an excellent idea. But she knew Nikos was down there. She knew how much he loved this island and she knew for certain that if she didn’t walk back onto her island home he’d come aboard and carry her.

Balloons had drifted into the water. A couple of excited kids had jumped in to retrieve them, and the ferry captain was forced to reverse and wait for his men to verify it was safe to dock.

Nikos watched and waited, feeling as if he shouldn’t be here. Feeling as if he had no choice.

The islanders were going crazy. Their pleasure in Athena’s arrival was a measure of how terrified they’d been that Demos would destroy them. It was also a measure of confidence that Athena wouldn’t betray them.

Did he believe it?

Up until she was nineteen he’d believed it. He and Athena had plotted what they’d do if Giorgos was to die without an heir.

He grinned now as he thought of their plans. They’d build a cinema. They’d set up a surf school—Thena thought she’d make a great surf instructor—and what the heck, they’d invite a few rock groups over. But in their serious moments they’d had a few more solemn ideas. They’d slowstart the diamond mines. They’d ensure every child had the funds to get a decent education. They’d set up a democracy.

All of these things had been discussed over and over, as they’d wandered the island, as she’d come with him in his family’s fishing boat and helped him haul pots, as she’d sat at his mother’s kitchen table and helped shell peas or stir cakes.

When had he first figured he loved her? It had crept up on him so slowly he hardly knew. But suddenly their laughter had turned to passion, and their intensity for politics had turned to intensity of another kind.

The night her mother had died…She’d been seventeen. He’d cradled her against his heart and thought his own heart would break.

And then…suddenly it had been over. It seemed she had a chance of a journalist apprenticeship in New York.

Leaving had never been in his vocabulary, and he’d never believed it could be in hers.

And now she’d returned—she was standing at the ferry’s rail looking lost, and he was standing on the jetty wondering where he could take it from here.

She had Nicky by the hand. Mother and son. And dog. The sight made him feel…Hell, he didn’t know how he felt.

‘Go on, Nikos.’ His mother, Annia, was beside him, holding Christa. ‘Go and speak for all the islanders. You know it’s your place.’