The Future King's Pregnant Mistress

This is a most extraordinary event; she could hear a TV news commentator saying excitedly. The royal family of Niroli is one of the richest in the world. They live according to their own set of rules. Of course the current King of Niroli is Giorgio. However, there have been rumours for some time that he is about to step down in favour of his grandson. Prince Marco. Now we have learned that Prince Marco has said that there is something he wants to tell his people. It can only mean one thing. What a change this will be for the island. There are already mutterings that Prince Marco wants to make too many changes too quickly, and that these could stir up unrest...’

Whilst the commentator talked over the last notes of the Nirolian national anthem. Emily focused feverishly on Marco's face. This could be the last time she would ever see him.

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People of Niroli...: he said in Italian. Tears stung Emilys eyes as she read the English subtitles at the bottom of the screen. She could hear the strength of purpose in Marcos voice as he went on. What I have to tell you today causes me great joy and also great sadness. Great joy because when I leave you I shall be making the most important commitment a man ever can make, a commitment to the future through the next generation. Great sadness, because, in order to do

that, I must abdicate my responsibility to you, the people of Niroli—'

Emily could almost feel the ripple of shock surging through the listening crowd. Her own thoughts were in turmoil. What was Marco doing? What was he saying? He was Nirolis future king and nothing could or should change that...She had listened to his passionate diatribes against his grandfather and she had known his fierce longing to do something to help his people. And yet now he was saying...

Marco was still speaking, so she moved closer to the screen.

It is my belief that Niroli and its people need a ruler with a different mindset from my own a ruler who can combine the best of the old ways with a new path into the twenty-first century. I am not that man as both my grandfather and I have agreed. King Giorgio needs an heir to step into his shoes whom he can trust to preserve all that is good in our traditions. Niroli also needs a new king who can take it forward into the future. With the best will in the world. I cannot be that king:

A low murmur of objection filled the air accompanied by younger male voices shouting angrily and declaring, according to the TV commentator, that Marco was the king they wanted. Tomasso and his friends. Emily guessed.

‘Do not think, though, my people, that I am deserting you for I am not. I am soon to be the father of a child, and that knowledge has taught me how important the bond is between parent and child, between generation and generation, between a ruler and his people. My love for my child fills me and humbles me and reinforces in me my love for the people of Niroli. It is out of this love—both for my child and for you my people—that I am stepping down from the succession line to the throne, but never think that I am deserting you. I intend to set up a charity which will make available funds to help those citizens of Niroli who are most in need. It will provide the opportunity for our young people to be educated and to travel abroad, to broaden their horizons and then bring back to Niroli the gift of what they have learned so that they may share it. It is my passionate belief that this island needs a better system for encouraging its young to reach their full potential. I can do this best from outside the hierarchy of kingship and all that goes with it. At the same time I shall remain at all times supportive of my grandfather and whoever he chooses to take the throne after him.

I ask for your blessing, people of Niroli and your understanding that sometimes it is more important for a man to be just that, than for him to be a king...

'Excuse me love, only we're about to close the store: Her gaze blurred with her tears. Emily looked at the young man who was addressing her. Marco had left the balcony. The young man was looking impatient. Reluctantly she nodded her head and headed for the exit.

It wasn't a long walk from the shops back to her house, but it was long enough for Emily to mentally question what Marco had done. He had told his people that he was giving up the throne because of his child—her child. Why? Marco was arrogant and proud, a perfectionist; did he—or his grandfather—fear the existence of a child who was not perfect might somehow damage the power of the Nirolian royal family?

Had his grandfather pressured Marco into stepping down, or had his own resolve spurred his abdication? Either way. she had no wish to be a party to depriving Niroli of its future king, and nor did she want her son growing up carrying the burden and the blame for his fathers decision to deny himself a role Emily knew he had been eager to take on.