His Majesty's Mistake

“That sounds like a plan.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

AFTER Makin left, Emmeline stayed in her room and even took dinner there, unable to face anyone.

She wished Makin had stayed.

Not because she needed him to fight her fights, but because he was good company. Interesting company. And he made her feel interesting, too.

She liked that he listened to her when she talked, liked how his eyes rested on her mouth, his brow furrowed intently. No one had ever talked to her as much as Makin had. No one had ever cared so much, either.

She fell asleep missing him, and woke up thinking of him and was grateful when her father sent for her during her morning coffee, if only to get her mind off Makin.

Emmeline’s hands shook as she finished buttoning her navy silk blouse. She’d paired it with a long skirt the same color and added a wide, dark chocolate crocodile belt at her waist that matched her high heels. It was a mature, elegant, subdued look, perfect for the morning after yesterday’s histrionics.

She slipped a necklace of Murano glass beads around her neck, the beads a swirl of gold, bronze and blue, and wondered if her mother would be waiting in the library or if this was to be just a father-daughter talk. One of those unbearably tense conversations her father had with her, where he talked and talked, and she listened and listened?

Regardless, she had to go. Dressed, with her hair drawn back into a smooth ponytail, and just mascara on her lashes, she left her room for the library, each step making her stomach churn.

Makin must be back in Kadar now, surrounded by his beloved desert and his important work. She felt an ache in her chest, near her heart.

Emmeline knocked firmly on the library door and waited for King William to permit her to enter. When he did, she found him seated at his enormous desk searching for an item in the center drawer.

“I had no idea,” he said, frowning into his open drawer as she crossed the room to stand before his desk. “I wish you had spoken up.”

She folded her hands in front of her, her own brow furrowing; she wasn’t at all sure what he was referring to but she knew better than to interrupt.

“It would have helped if you’d explained, might have made the scene in the salon less uncomfortable.” He looked up at her now, blue gaze reproving. “It was damn uncomfortable. Especially with Al-Koury there.”

She sucked in a breath, hating the butterflies she got every time Makin’s name was mentioned. “Yes, Father.”

“But at the same time, I understand why you didn’t say anything. I understand that Al-Koury wanted to speak to me first, and I appreciate the courtesy. I’m glad he’s a gentleman and wanted to ask for your hand properly—”

“What?”

“Although to be quite honest,” he continued, “Al-Koury should have come on his own, asked for your hand, before traveling with you. It is irregular, what with you being engaged to Zale Patek. A bit presumptuous. Put me in the hot seat, especially with your mother. But you’re both human. Things happen.”

“Father,” she said sharply.

But he wasn’t listening to her. He never did. His shoulders rolled as he just kept talking. “But it’s not quite so easy for your mother. She’s struggling to take it all in as she’s very traditional and hasn’t adapted to the way young people do things today. In her mind, you don’t get pregnant and then married. You marry and then have the baby.”

Emmeline blinked at him. Her father was speaking French but it could have been Mandarin or Egyptian. Because what he was saying didn’t make sense at all.

King William lifted a hand. “But I promised Al-Koury we wouldn’t criticize you, and we won’t. I also promised that we’d focus on the positives, and so let me congratulate you. Al-Koury will be a good husband. And you know I like Patek, I do. But Sheikh Al-Koury … he’s big money. Serious money. One hundred billion, two hundred billion, maybe more—”

“Father!”

“You’re right. I shouldn’t mention his wealth. But it is important, and he and I are to sit down later and discuss the pre-nup. You had quite a contract with Zale Patek. I’ll negotiate just as hard for you with Al-Koury.”

“Father.”

“Yes, Emmeline?”

“I don’t understand.”

“Don’t worry about the pre-nup. That’s between him and me. And the lawyers, of course. His are flying in as we speak.” He paused, looked at her for a moment and then smiled. “Your mother wouldn’t approve of me saying this, but she’s not here. I’m proud of you, Em. To snare one of the world’s richest men. That says something. He’s not an easy man to please and it’s obvious he dotes on you. Congratulations, my dear. You did very well.”