Royal Heirs Required (The Sherdana 1)
Gabriel knocked on the door of Olivia’s suite, agitation adding sharpness to the blows. His summons was answered more quickly than he expected by a pretty woman in her early thirties, wearing a classic blue dress and a frown. Her eyes widened as she spied him standing in the hall.
“I’m here looking for two little girls who’ve gone missing from the nursery,” Gabriel said, his tone courteous despite the urge to push past her. “I understand they are here. May I come in?”
“Of course, Your Highness.” She stepped back and gestured him in. “Lady Darcy, Prince Gabriel is here to see you.”
“If you’ll excuse us,” Gabriel said, gesturing her out before entering the dimly lit suite and closing th
e door behind him.
His gaze swept the room in search of his fiancée. He spied her by the fireplace. She looked serene in a simple cotton dress, her hair in the same updo she’d worn to the gala. So she hadn’t yet gone to bed. This thought made his attention shift to the large bed where he spied a lump beneath the covers.
“Sorry for the late visit,” he told her. “But two children have gone missing.”
“Bethany and Karina.”
She knew their names. What else had she found out?
“What are they doing here?” he asked the question more sharply than he’d intended and saw her eyes narrow.
“They each had a bowl of ice cream and fell asleep.” Her sweet smile had a bit of an edge. “They were terrified of that horrible woman who’d been hired to look after them and refused to sleep in their own beds. So I brought them here.”
“And plied them with ice cream?”
“Their mother just died a few days ago. Strangers tore them from the only home they’d ever known and brought them to this big, scary place. Do you have any idea how traumatic all that was for them?”
“The nursery is not scary.”
“It was for them. And so was that awful woman who was taking care of them.”
“Is that why you had her escorted out of the palace tonight?”
Olivia’s eyes flashed. “I suppose you’re going to tell me it wasn’t my place to fire her, but she reminded me of the villain in every children’s story I’ve ever read.”
Her outrage was charming and Gabriel found his annoyance melting away. “How did you come to meet them?”
“I couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d go for a walk. When I got to the stairs I could hear their cries and the nanny’s scolding. They were running down the hall away from that woman and the things she said to them.” Olivia’s lips tightened. “I would like to speak to their father about her. First thing tomorrow morning if at all possible.”
“The situation with them is a little complicated,” Gabriel told her, his gaze once again drawn to the lump in the center of the mattress.
“Then explain it to me.”
This was what Gabriel had been wrestling with all evening. What he was going to tell the world about Marissa’s daughters was a small issue compared to how he would explain things to his parents and the woman he would soon marry.
“Some matters need to be cleared up first.”
Olivia’s hard stare searched his expression for a long silent moment before she spoke. “What sort of matters?”
He couldn’t tell her that the girls were none of her business when she’d already taken their care upon herself. At the same time, he didn’t want to claim the girls before the matter of their heritage was cleared up.
“Perhaps you’re referring to a DNA test.” She laughed at his surprise. “They look like your sister when she was young.”
“They do?”
“Didn’t you notice?”
“They only just arrived. I haven’t seen them yet.”
Heart thumping hard against his ribs, Gabriel moved toward the bed. Since finding out about the twins, he’d been impatient to see them, but abruptly his feet felt encased in concrete. Caught between dread and hope that the girls belonged to him, Gabriel stared down at matching faces, peaceful and so innocent in sleep.