Chapter Nine #2
Thirty minutes later, the cab drove down a long tree-lined street. At the far end was the fabled pink palace of El Bahar. Cade stared at the turrets and domes, the walls, the gardens and the tourists’ buses.
The cab pulled over and the driver pointed to the amount due. Cade groaned.
“I didn’t have time to exchange my money,” he said, pulling out his wallet. “Are US dollars all right?”
The driver smiled. “Of course. Very welcome here.” He pushed a button on his meter and the amount was converted to US currency. Cade paid him, grabbed his duffel and got out.
The sun was high in the sky, the temperature warm. He could see the blue water to his left and the palace in front of him. Tourists swarmed, taking pictures. Guides held colored signs aloft in an attempt to keep their groups together.
How was he supposed to find Bethany is all this?
He knew she lived in the palace, but it wasn’t as if they were going to simply let him in.
Should he have gone to the stables instead?
Called Pallas to beg for Bethany’s number?
Not knowing what else to do, he walked up to the information booth and spoke to the woman inside.
“May I help you?” she asked.
“Yes. I’m Cade Saunders, from the United States.” He pulled a business card out of his wallet. “I was hoping to see the king.”
He waited for hysterical laughter, or the guards to pull out their guns and force him back into a cab. Instead the young woman looked at the card, then him, before asking, “May I see your passport?”
“Sure.” Cade handed that to her, as well.
“One moment,” she told him, and picked up the phone.
***
“But it’s International Women’s Studies,” her mother said for maybe the sixth time. “Wouldn’t that be interesting?”
“Mom, if you’re that intrigued, you go get your degree.” Bethany smiled to soften the words. “I love you, but you’re making me insane. I’m fine. You don’t need to hover.”
Only part of a lie , Bethany thought. She wasn’t fine, but she really didn’t need the hovering, either.
Eventually she would be fine. Or at least all right, which was close.
Right now the wounds were too fresh. She’d only been home a few days and she ached for Cade with every breath.
But in time, she would heal—of that she was sure.
Her parents had welcomed her with open arms, as had her brothers. She’d given herself twenty-four hours to sulk like a five-year-old, then she’d told herself it was time to grow up and take responsibility.
Feeling more than a little ridiculous, she’d spent a morning taking an online aptitude test that also measured what she liked and disliked.
The test had confirmed what she already knew—women’s studies were not for her.
She liked being outdoors; she loved horses, whether it was caring for them, training them, showing them or breeding them.
“But Texas?” her mother asked, her voice rising only a little. “It’s so far. They have lovely horses in England. England is so much closer.”
Bethany had already resigned from her job at the royal stables and looked for a college offering a degree in ranch management.
While there were several, the one at Texas A&M gave her more options.
Once she had her degree, then she would figure out what to do with it.
Maybe buy a ranch or get involved with horse rescue.
In the meantime she would get a job at a ranch.
She had experience and good recommendations.
“I know England is closer,” Bethany said lightly. “But it’s not for me.”
“I’ll miss you so much.” Her mother hugged her. “But I understand why you have to go.” Liana hesitated. “Have you heard from Cade?”
Bethany shook her head. “No, and I don’t expect to. It’s over. He’s not going to forgive me for what I did.”
“Then he’s not worth it, darling, and I suspect you know that.”
Sensible words, Bethany told herself. And while her head knew her mother was right, her heart was not so willing to let go of the man who held it captive.
***
Cade was okay with the guy in the suit who led him through the palace—it was the uniformed and armed guard who stayed close that made him nervous.
He’d waited nearly twenty minutes before the guy in the suit had reappeared.
He escorted Cade through carved double doors that had to be nearly twenty feet high, then through a foyer the size of a basketball court.
Cade had to show his passport at two different checkpoints before leaving what were obviously the public parts of the palace and entering the working section of the compound.
Ancient blended perfectly with modern. The floors were stone, several of the doorways arched.
There were mosaics and murals, tapestries and carvings along with offices and computers and people talking on cell phones.
The business of running a country was still a business and a large staff was required.
They passed what he would guess was a large lunchroom.
A small raised platform held a Christmas tree, a large menorah and a red-and-white-striped mailbox with a sign saying Direct mailings to the North Pole .
Cade felt the beginning of cultural dizziness and realized he actually knew very little about the country or its people.
Too late now , he thought as he was led into a very large, very impressive waiting area. Two men sat behind massive desks. They were both wearing headsets and speaking. One of them finished his call, then looked at Cade.
“Mr. Saunders, His Royal Highness, the King of El Bahar, will see you now.”
Cade swore under his breath. He really hadn’t thought this through. Once he’d figured out how incredibly stupid he’d been to let Bethany go, all he could think about was getting to her to tell her he’d been wrong. He hadn’t considered the fact that he was going to have to face an actual king.
Yes, he’d met King Malik before, but at a casual dinner or at the ranch. Not like this.
One of the carved double doors opened and yet another suited minion appeared to escort Cade inside. The guard who had been with him since he entered the palace took Cade’s bag from him, then Cade was in what he guessed was Malik’s working office and alone with the king.
The monarch sat at his aircraft-carrier-sized desk. He wore a shirt and tie with his suit jacket hanging behind him. Windows looked out onto impressive gardens with the Arabian Sea in the distance.
Cade approached the desk. Malik looked up from the papers he’d been reading and raised his eyebrows.
“Cade, you are most unexpected.”
The tone wasn’t exactly warm and welcoming. Cade wondered how much Bethany had told her parents.
“I’m here to see Bethany,” he began.
Malik shook his head. “That is not going to happen. You have broken my daughter’s heart. Consider yourself lucky that I don’t in turn break parts of you.”
“I never meant to hurt her. I was wrong... what I said to her. I... There are things from my past and they got in the way.”
“How fortunate that you had this revelation after sending her away.”
Sarcasm was a lot more intimidating when the speaker was a king, Cade thought. He was also aware of not being invited to take a seat.
“I can’t help the timing. The things from my past are information, not an excuse. I need to see Bethany.”
Malik’s dark gaze remained icy. “So you said and yet your request is of no interest to me. You may go.”
Now Cade was the one to shake his head. “No, I won’t. You have to hear me out.”
“Surprisingly, I do not have to do anything.” Malik smiled tightly. “It is one of the advantages of being the king. Did you know we still have working dungeons in the palace? They are below ground and most unpleasant.”
Cade ignored the threat. “I’m in love with your daughter and while you won’t care about that, you may want to know she’s in love with me.”
“She’ll get over it. She’s always been a very smart young woman. In a few weeks, you’ll be nothing to her.”
Cade had to take the chance—there was no other way to get through to Malik. “We both know that’s not true. Bethany doesn’t give her heart easily. I don’t, either. I want to see her, Your Highness, and I’m not leaving until I do.”
“To quote you, we both know that’s not true. You will leave when I decide we are done.”
Cade swore silently. This wasn’t going well and he didn’t know how to get through to the angry, protective father in front of him. The man who—
Cade felt himself relax. Of course. Malik might be the king but he was also a dad. What he cared about more than anything was his precious baby girl.
“I love her,” Cade said simply. “I was a fool to let her go. Worse, I hurt her and there is no way to take that back. I made a mistake—one I’ve learned from. Your Highness, Bethany is amazing. She’s kind and funny and hardworking. I love everything about her.”
He moved closer to the desk. “I’ll admit the princess thing threw me. It’s not what I was expecting and something I’ll have to get used to, but it’s part of who she is. I love her. I know I have to apologize to her and work to earn her trust, but once that happens, I want to marry her.”
Malik rose, his brows drawing together. “She is Princess Bethany of El Bahar,” he roared. “The daughter of my heart. How dare you presume to come here and tell me you want to marry her? What makes you think you can begin to provide for her?”
Cade stayed right where he was. “You would have had me vetted before you let me buy Rida, so that’s not what this is about.
I get she’s your daughter, but do you have any idea who she is inside?
Bethany doesn’t care about the palace or the trappings of royal life.
If she did, she wouldn’t have been working in your stable.
She wants to be normal. I can give her that, and while you may not think it’s enough, she does.
For you, I can promise I will take my last breath protecting and loving her.
Every second of every day for the rest of my life, she will be my world. It’s all I have and it’s hers.”
Malik continued to glare. “You offer your word. What if I want your head instead?”
“You don’t scare me.”
“Don’t I?” He grinned. “Then perhaps I should try harder.”