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know, Your Highness.’
‘Very well. Let us try another way. Did she leave alone?’
Another frenzied twisting of her fingers, and then she cleared her throat. ‘No, Your Highness. She...she left with a man.’
A detached, icy sensation stroked his nape. ‘A man? What man?’ he asked softly.
‘He did not tell me his name, Your Highness.’
‘But you are certain she has been taken against her will by an unknown male?’ he pressed.
The woman before him bit her lip, drawing his attention to the plump, reddened curve of her mouth as she nodded. ‘Yes...well...’ Her distress grew.
‘Tell me what you know,’ he insisted.
‘I may be wrong, Your Highness, but she didn’t seem...unwilling.’
The possibility that he’d been jilted arrived with ice-cold anger. Except, curiously, Zufar wasn’t enraged on his own behalf. Rather, the impending disappointment for his people, the chaos for his kingdom, was what caused his fists to clench behind his back.
‘Did she say anything? Did he say anything to make you think this?’
‘It—it all happened very quickly, Your Highness. But...’ Her hand disappeared into the folds of her skirt and emerged with a folded piece of paper. ‘He...he instructed me to give this to Princess Galila to hand to you.’ She held out the piece of paper, her slender fingers trembling.
Zufar took it from her, his insides frozen as he unfolded the sheet he recognised as a torn piece of his own royal stationery.
He read the message once. Then again.
With a thick curse, he crumpled the heavy, embossed paper between his fingers, his fist clenched tight until it shook with the force of his emotions. The red haze of fury returned, deeper, steeping his lethal mood as he crossed to the window and pressed his fist against the wide pane.
Before him, the palace grounds sprawled in sun-dappled splendour. Beyond the windows, the muted buzzing of an expectant crowd rolled over the horizon. Excited citizens and eager tourists who’d flown in especially for this occasion were anticipating a fairy-tale royal wedding of their King to his chosen Queen. The whole kingdom had been gripped in wedding fever for months.
Only to have his heathen bastard of a half-brother claim in writing that he’d seduced and stolen his betrothed!
In another life, perhaps, that tiny sliver of emotion piercing through his fury could’ve been called relief from yet another responsibility. But Zufar gave it absolutely no room whatsoever, because he now faced a monumental problem. Aside from the humiliation of announcing that he was no longer in possession of his fiancée, this arrangement had held great economic advantages for Khalia.
He needed to find Amira. Confirm for himself that his half-brother’s claim was the truth.
But how could he, when he had no idea where he’d gone? The dossier he’d collated on Adir when he’d first made his unforgettable appearance at his mother’s funeral had revealed he had no fixed abode, or, if he did, he’d kept it very well hidden.
Even if Zufar knew his whereabouts, he had no time to go chasing after him. He acknowledged with a bitter laugh how well timed Adir’s revenge had been. His half-brother knew that doing this now would cause the most humiliation. The most uproar.
Zufar wasn’t about to hand him that victory. Not in this lifetime.
He whirled to face the young chambermaid. ‘When did they leave?’
Her throat worked again. But this time she wasn’t silent for very long. ‘I brought her tea, and left her alone for just ten minutes.’ Her voice was wracked with nerves and anguish. She began to wring her hands again. ‘I had gone to get the royal jewellery when I heard the commotion.’
‘So you saw them leave together?’
Her head moved in a shaky nod. ‘Yes.’
‘And you’re sure he didn’t harm her?’ Zufar demanded.
‘She—she didn’t appear in distress, Your Highness. She seemed...willing.’
The tightness in his chest eased a tiny fraction. ‘How did they leave?’
She pointed to the very window where he stood.
Zufar’s jaw clenched tight. They were on the second floor, with nothing outside the windows but climbing vines. Granted, they were over a century old and sturdy enough to hold a horse, but had his barbarian brother really whisked his betrothed out of a second-floor window?
‘Did anyone else see them?’
‘Only Her Highness, the Princess, but they were almost on the ground when she came in.’
Zufar frowned. Why hadn’t Galila informed him?
Had she tried to stop them and been unsuccessful? Most likely Galila was keeping well out of Zufar’s way because she knew how he would take the news.
‘How soon after did you raise the alarm?’
Guilt flickered across her face and her lower lip trembled once more.
‘Seconds? Minutes?’ he snapped.
She paled. ‘I—I’m sorry... I thought... I thought it was a prank.’
‘It wasn’t. And your failure to raise the alarm in time may have aided his getaway.’ Zufar was sure of it.
She shrank further into the wall. He whirled away, tension threatening to break his spine.
The scandal just waiting to be triggered by such a revelation struck him stone cold. But under no circumstances was he going to let that happen.
He shoved the piece of paper into his pocket and closed his mind to the burning gross insult against his kingdom and his crown. He would deal with his half-brother later. For now he needed an interim solution to this situation. One that did not involve calling off his wedding.
A quick glance around the room showed the suspended state of preparation.
The gown that should’ve been adorning his bride-to-be by was draped over a mannequin, the heeled slippers peeking out beneath its hem.
Detachedly, he inspected the rest of the room as he mentally ran through the list of other bridal candidates that had been presented to him when the subject of his nuptials first came up a year ago. Like most royal arranged marriages, although one choice had been favoured above the others, there were always contingencies in case of sudden unsuitability.
Three of those candidates were downstairs, ruled out as potential brides to the King and reduced to honoured guests at his wedding. Could one of them be elevated to the position that would turn out to be a dream come true for them?
Zufar’s lips twisted.
There was no way to execute that plan without announcing to the whole world that he’d been jilted. That would only result in frenzied tabloid gossip the media would feed off for years.
Not that any solution he came up with wouldn’t cause ripples. But keeping it under wraps until he was ready would control the beast.
Which meant he had to keep the circle of trust as tight as possible while he found a quieter, interim solution.
But to mitigate the uproar of impending scandal, he needed a bride; needed to ensure he was married within the next two hours before news that he’d been jilted got out.
His reason for choosing his new bride would need to be explained, of course. That would be a problem for tomorrow.
He turned away from the wedding gown and came face to face with the chambermaid. He’d forgotten about her. To be honest, she was barely breathing, striving to be as unobtrusive as possible. Zufar was surprised she hadn’t fled while his back was turned.
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