His Arranged Marriage. Tina LeonardЧитать онлайн книгу.
his tone suggested irony. “Prince Kadar, I am not a plaything.”
“I am not suggesting you are.” He leaned close to where she sat, touching her hair with a reverent finger. “Quite the opposite. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
Both her brows rose in astonishment. “I find that difficult to believe from such a playboy.”
“I am not a playboy!”
“A man who ‘pops’ by a foreign country to check out the goods is obviously a connoisseur. Or else your brother wouldn’t have sent you,” she stated with conviction. “Besides, your very personality tells me that you are too confident that no matter what situation you find yourself in, you always find a way to turn it to your advantage.” She raised her chin. “I do not like that trait in you. You remind me of Prince Sharif.”
“I wouldn’t compare me to a spoiled prince.”
“Oh?” She smiled without the sentiment behind it. “You know so much about him then, in the thirty minutes you’ve seen him?”
“He reminds me of someone I know.” His voice was thoughtful. “And he doesn’t like me, I can tell.”
“How intuitive of my brother, then,” she said sarcastically. “To mistrust a man who is lying to him, marries his sister under false pretenses, and is no more a real prince than any commoner living outside these walls.”
“I am from the family I say I am,” Cade said sternly.
“It takes more than the accident of royal blood to make a prince,” Serena retorted. “Do not disparage my brother in the future. And don’t try to turn this particular situation to your advantage. I refuse to be manipulated for your purposes.” She crossed her arms. “Why should I not go to my father this instant and tell him what you’ve done?”
“Because I think you know that I mean you no harm. And I understand you being a little insulted that I don’t want to stay married to you, but you have to understand that my brother is—”
“I think I’ll keep you,” Serena said suddenly. “The punishment for your rash behavior should be to deal with your actions.”
“Hey, Princess, I’m not a child or one of your servants to command—”
“No, but you have wronged me. Do not play the injured party when it is me, Prince Kadar.” Serena could tell he didn’t like the tables being turned on him one bit, and that feeling of power provoked her into words. “You find me beautiful. I find you somewhat handsome.”
“Somewhat handsome!”
“Somewhat. Passably,” Serena said, glossing over the feminine fib. “I’m assuming I’d find your twin just as attractive, but he let you steal me away from him and I can’t admire that in a man.”
“Wait! I didn’t mean to steal you.”
“I am not in a mind to have my marriage annulled,” she cut in. “Already there are people who wish to see my father undermined, and such hesitation would definitely factor in weakness.”
“I don’t follow your thinking, Princess.”
“Of course you do not. You have not lived among palace spies and royal intrigue all your life. Quite simply, within moments of this problem getting out, those who wish harm to my father would know. And they would use the time needed to annul this marriage to their advantage. In other words, I can’t risk the danger to my father by playing games. You are married to me, and you will stay so.”
“That sounds dangerously like a command, Princess.”
She heard the steel in his voice and saw the glint in his eyes. This was a man who did not like to be pushed around. He had strength in him.
He would be good for Balahar and Sorajhee.
Allah provided in strange ways, but those ways should not be questioned by a princess who wanted more than anything the best for her people.
“It is not a command, my prince,” she said, her soft voice masking her determination. “It is merely a favor I am asking in return for a situation you brought on me not of my making. I know you to be a man who will take responsibility for your actions, and who would not wish to bring embarrassment upon me or my father.”
He considered her suddenly gentle point in silence. Serena could tell he was thinking over her words, although he wasn’t terribly happy.
“You will have to explain to your brother, of course, that the two of you made a plan between you that did not work out the way you’d hoped.” She gave a delicate shrug. “But if he sent you in his place I think he will not mind too much that I will be yours instead of his.”
That was truth. Kadar never blinked, confirming her suspicions that Prince Makin had not been amenable to the match. She did not want a husband who did not want her. At university in America, she had learned many quaint expressions, and one of them was that the devil one knew was better than a devil one didn’t.
And this devil wasn’t totally hellish. He would be strong for Balahar, and she found him appealing as a man. For an extra moment she examined her motives, to make certain it was not her feminine heart-strings that spoke to her reluctance to give up this man.
The servant entered the room, moving forward with more food and yet a different drink for Prince Kadar, and Serena was decided. “Leave us,” she told the servant.
The servant obeyed readily.
“Don’t drink that,” Serena told Kadar.
“Why not?”
She had expected him to question her. “It is drugged.”
His gaze went to the goblet again before returning to her. “Okay, first, were you going to let me drink the tea he’d given me before, and second, why are you harboring a palace spy?”
“You made no move to drink the tea, so you were safe. My father is trying to make his honored guest feel at home. He is honoring you, and you would drink and eat in recognition of your host’s efforts. The spy is counting on your manners for the best chance at drugging you.”
“Oh. I apologize for not falling in with the plan.”
She shot him a dry glance. “I am harboring, as you put it, a palace spy because it is better to keep the spy that I know. If I get rid of him, Queen Layla will merely find another weak link in the palace to do her dirty work. And I wouldn’t know who that one was for a while, which could be dangerous.”
“The devil you know is better than the devil you don’t.” He grinned at her.
“Precisely my thought,” she said mildly. “I am glad that we think so much alike. It bodes well for our marriage.”
He shifted, suddenly on unfamiliar ground. “Why would anyone want to poison me, beyond the expected threat to the throne?”
She laughed softly at how tense his muscles had gone under his dark skin. Clearly this man did not like to be caught out of his element. “I suspect it is a drug to keep you from making love to me.”
Straightening, he pulled slightly farther away from her. “I’m not going to make love to you.”
“You’re not?” Her voice held laughter. “Will you never want me, Prince Kadar?”
“I…I—” He stared at her, uncertain as to how to answer. “Are they going to try to drug me every day so I can’t make love to you?”
“I suspect they know you are leaving Balahar soon. The servant will have immediately let them know any plans you might have mentioned to my father. In the future, you must remember that every wall hides a listening ear and absolutely no one is to be trusted.”
“Hell of a way to exist,” he grumbled.
“You seem to be able to think on your