Marion Lennox - Princess Of Convenience

A book in the Heart to Heart series, 2005

Dear Reader,

I do like a good dose of royalty. Not day-to-day, opening fetes and greeting-dignitaries-type royalty, but castles and footmen and glass coaches-the full fantastic fairy tale. Wouldnt it be fun to be a part of it for a while?

Oh, I hear you say, but it surely never happens in real life. Normal people dont find themselves in the middle of such a soap bubble. But what ifwhat if?

Thats where I come in. I cant resist a good romance and here we have two lovely people-normalish people even if Raouls a wee bit gorgeous-catapulted into wonder.

Its fun, its fantastic and I believed every word of it as I wrote. I did enjoy donning a tiara, and I trust youll enjoy wearing one, too.

Marion Lennox

SHE should be driving on this side of the road. Surely?

This was the most fabulous autoroute in AlpAzuri. The road spiralled around snow-capped mountains, with the sea crashing hundreds of feet below. Every twist in the road seemed to reveal postcard magic. Medieval castles, ancient fishing villages, lush pastures dotted with long-haired goats and alpacas-every sight was seemingly designed to take the breath away.

The twist shed just taken had given her a fleeting glimpse of the home of the AlpAzuri royal family. Made of glistening white stone, with turrets, towers and battlements and set high on the crags overlooking the sea, the castle looked as if it had been taken straight out of a fairy tale.

Two years ago Jessica Devlin would have been entranced. But now she was concentrating on reaching the next of her suppliers-concentrating on not thinking about the empty passenger seat-concentrating simply on staying on the right side of the road.

She was sure she was on the right side of the road.

The autoroute consisted of blind bends winding around the mountain. As she drove, Jess caught sight of the road looping above and below.

The road above was the worry. Was she imagining it?

She drove cautiously around the next bend and caught a glimpse of a blue, open-topped sports car. The car was two curves above. Coming fast.

Driving against the cliff edge.

Her side.

Surely it should be on the other side?

She braked hard, turning her car onto a slight verge between cliff and road. The bend ahead was blind. If the car ahead came round on the wrong side

It had to be her imagination. She was basing this fear on a flash of blue, now out of sight.

Maybe the driver ahead had better vision of the road than she did. She was being too cautious.

But she still felt the first claws of fear. Too much had happened in her life to trust that the worst wouldnt happen now. Thus Jess was almost stopped when the blue car swept around the bend. Travelling far, far too fast.

On her side of the road.

She was as far onto the verge as she could be without melting into the cliff. There was nowhere she could go.

No. She put her hands out, blindly. No.

No one heard.

Today was meant to have been his wedding day. Insteadit made a great day for a funeral.

Do you suppose she meant to do it? Lionel, Archduke of AlpAzuri, looked at the flag-draped coffin with distaste. He was supposed to be supporting his great-nephew in his grief, but neither man could summon much energy for strong emotion.

Thered been too much grief in the past few weeks for another death to destroy them.

What, kill herself? Raoul, Lionels great-nephew, didnt even try to sound devastated. He sounded furious, which was exactly how he felt. Sarah? You have to be kidding.

This was crazy, he decided. What on earth was he doing here, playing the wounded lover at the funeral of his fiance?

But he knew his duty. Raoul, Prince Regent of AlpAzuri for at least another six days, stood at rigid attention while his fiance was committed for burial, but all he felt was distaste.

She had what she wanted, he told his uncle, and there was no way he could disguise his anger. She was drunk, Lionel, and it was only because the woman she hit was an incredibly careful driver that she didnt manage to take someone else with her.

But why? Lionel was clearly at a loss.

She had her girlfriends here for a pre-bridal lunch. Then she decided to drive down to Vesey to meet her lover. Her lover! Six days before the wedding, with every camera in the country trained on her. Do you know what her blood alcohol content was?

Raoul, look distraught, his uncle hissed. The cameras are on you.

Im suffering in stoic agony, Raoul said grimly. All the papers say so. Just as well she crashed before she met her latest interest.

Hell, Raoul

You want me to be sympathetic? Raoul demanded. Oh, you know I didnt want her dead but I never wanted to marry her. She might have been a distant cousin but I hardly knew her. This was your idea. Of all the stupid

I thought shed be OK, Lionel said, and if the cameras were on his face now they would certainly see distress. Sarah was brought up to royalty. She knew what was expected of her. She could handle the media.

So well that she managed to disguise the fact that she had a lover she intended keeping. How long would the marriage have lasted before the media found out?

Lionel hesitated. I suspect that Sarah didnt think youd care.

You know I wouldnt. But the media is a different matter.

They understood. It was a marriage of convenience. Such things have been happening in royal families forever, and every person in this country wants you to marry. Lionel grimaced. Except your cousin, Marcel. Why youve held out for so long before marrying Hell, Raoul, it puts us in an appalling position.

Not me, Raoul said grimly. Ive done enough. Im out of here.

Which leaves your nephew-and your country-where? Lionel cast a nervous glance at Sarahs family, who seemed to be arguing over whose flower arrangement would take precedence. In the hands of yet another like your brother-another government puppet. The only thing that could have saved us was this marriage. His grimace grew more pronounced. Look at that. Her family are like vultures.

They are vultures. They wanted this marriage because of the money. Raoul glanced at his once prospective in-laws with the air of a man whod seen his destiny and escaped by a hairs breadth. That was all Sarah wanted. Money and power and prestige. She would have screwed this principality.

But not as much as our prime minister and Marcel. Lionel sounded morose. So it was a mistake. But now

Raoul stared grimly at the coffin. Ive done as much as I can. Youll have to take over. Exert some influence over Marcel.

His uncle forgot about looking bereft and just looked appalled. Me? You have to be joking. Im seventy-seven, Raoul, and Marcel hasnt listened to me for forty years. You know he and his wife dont want the boy. Sure, anyone who takes on the prince regent role has to be married, but married or not, Marcel and Marguerite are no more fit to be parents thanwell, than your brother and his wife. Begging your pardon, Raoul.

You dont have to beg my pardon. Jean-Paul was a dissolute fool, just like my father.

Your father was my nephew.

Then you knew how inexcusable his conduct was, Raoul said savagely. And what he left of the royal family were exactly the same. Jean-Paul, Cherie and Sarah. My brother, his wife and my cousin. Now theyre all dead, two from taking pure heroin instead of the normal dope theyve been living on for years, and one from drunken speeding on her way to meet a lover. And now Sarahs death means that Marcel takes control. God help this country and God help the crown prince. But theres nothing more I can do now, Lionel. I want out.