So he didn’t want to discuss the underlying jealousy either. In fact, from the look on his face, he didn’t want to discuss anything. She wondered if her face showed her disappointment.

It reminded Millie of the times when her father had still been alive, when he had returned from one of his interminably long trips abroad and Caius Hall would be bustling with anticipation of his arrival. Millie would be so excited, and would want to wait up to see him, but when he finally did arrive he would tell her that it was late and that he would see her in the morning. The memory of all that quashed excitement had never really left her. He had effectively dismissed her—just as Gianferro was doing now—and maybe it wasn’t some crazy coincidence.

Was that what had made her fall for him? Had she done what they said all girls did—married a man who was the image of her father, because that was the only relationship she knew, one she felt familiar with?

She stood up and tugged down her dress, giving him a cool smile.

‘You’re right,’ she murmured. ‘I’d better dash.’

But he did not like her brittle either. He watched her walk towards the door, knowing that he must make compromises if this was to work, and yet compromise did not come easily to him. ‘Millie?’

Composing her face, she turned back to him. ‘Yes, Gianferro?’

‘I meant what I said—about time for the two of us. Let’s put dinner in the diary and let’s make it a regular date. I’ll speak to my secretary and he will speak to yours.’

To anyone else it would have sounded mad, but to Millie it was a small victory won. Time with her husband. Just him. And her. ‘How crazy that sounds.’ She giggled.

He nodded. ‘I know.’

‘Have…have a good day, darling.’

But Gianferro barely heard her. He had made his small concession and now his dark head was bent. Already he was preoccupied. He didn’t even look up as she opened the door—but then she doubted that he had even heard her leave.

CHAPTER TEN

THE small change to their schedule seemed to have a knock-on effect within the relationship itself—though at first Millie was still insecure enough to put that down to wishful thinking.

But time changed her mind for her. Their allotted time together was precious—she’d spend the whole day looking forward to it, and she suspected that Gianferro did, too. There seemed something decadent about dismissing all the servants, and the sight of the King strolling into their apartment and unbuttoning his shirt with a wicked smile seemed like the fulfilment of her wildest fantasy!

For other couples it would doubtless be a huge treat to dine off golden plates and drink rare vintage wine. For her and Gianferro the opposite was true—it was simple food eaten with their fingers, while lolling around on the silken cushions which they dragged out onto the starlit terrace.

‘Oh, I just love this,’ said Millie dreamily one night. Her head was on her husband’s bare chest and they were lying naked on the floor, washed in the moonlight which flooded into the room. In the distance she could see the dark glitter of the sea. ‘Just love it!’ she emphasised as his hand moved to her breast.

Gianferro traced over her puckered nipple with the tip of his finger. ‘I know you do. You make that abundantly clear, cara.’

‘You’re supposed to say, So do I!’

‘Ah, but you know that to be true.’

‘Then say it!’

He gave a mock frown. ‘But if I say things you already know, then surely that would waste time. And since you tell me that we never have enough of it—then why would I want to do that?’

‘Because…oh, Gianferro!’ she gasped. ‘Wh-what are you doing now?’

‘What do you think I’m doing?’ he purred, as he touched the tip of his tongue against her skin. Her head fell back.

The moon was very bright by the time he had rolled off her, and the stars were looped in the sky like Christmas tree lights. If only you could capture a moment and put it in a bottle—then this was the one she would choose. When they were alone and at peace.

When for a few brief hours their world and all its privilege retreated. It was as close to normality as they were ever likely to come.

Millie had come to realise something else… That maybe she had been wrong about not wanting a baby.

Maybe that was what happened automatically with women—the stronger your feelings for your partner grew, so too did the urge to have his child. She no longer saw it as a trap—in fact, if she was hands-on with their baby, as she intended to be, then wouldn’t that be an even more normalising experience for the two of them to share?

She knew that Gianferro had told her Royal children should be brought up in a certain way, but his mind might now be open to change—just as it was over these evenings together. His life was rigidly defined, and Millie had come to recognise that change could only be achieved gradually and subtly—ultimately this stalling device on her part would benefit them both as a couple.

She touched her fingertips to his olive cheek, suddenly seeing all kinds of possibilities being opened up by her having a baby. Perhaps the fleetingly soft side she occasionally saw of her husband might be liberated by the birth of his own flesh and blood. She could but hope…

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