Chapter 27
Ricard
Istared out the window of the jet as the lush green landscape of Avaline came into view, its rolling hills and valleys spreading beneath us like an emerald tapestry. The familiar sight stirred something within me, a sense of belonging now intertwined with my complicated relationship with duty.
Yet as I observed my homeland, I realized how profoundly my perspective had shifted.
Just weeks ago, I had viewed Avaline primarily through the lens of obligation, a place of protocols to maintain, appearances to uphold, expectations to meet.
Now, I saw it through fresh eyes—eyes that had been opened by an unexpected connection with a young American who had challenged every assumption I'd held about myself and my place in the world.
But today, that feeling was amplified by the knowledge that I wasn't returning alone.
I glanced at the two men across from me.
Theo sat with Casey's head resting on his shoulder, his brother dozing peacefully after the long flight.
Theo's fingers stroked Casey's hair, a tender gesture that made my chest ache.
Throughout our journey from San Diego, I'd been struck by the depth of their bond, Theo's unwavering patience and Casey's calm trust in him.
These weeks with Theo had changed me in ways I was only beginning to understand.
I found myself more direct in my communications, less willing to hide behind diplomatic niceties.
I had begun questioning traditions I had accepted without thought.
Most significantly, I had found the courage to envision a future that included genuine love—something I had once resigned myself to never experiencing in public life.
“We're almost there,” I said softly. “About ten minutes until landing.”
Theo looked up, excitement and anxiety reflected in his eyes. “It's beautiful,” he whispered, gesturing toward the window. “Like something from a fairytale.”
“It has its moments,” I replied with a small smile. “Though the reality might be less enchanting than the fairytales.”
“Reality usually is.” He glanced down at Casey. “Should I wake him?”
“Let him rest until we're on final approach. The descent will wake him naturally.”
Theo nodded, his hand continuing its gentle rhythm through Casey's hair. Their unconditional love made me reflect on my own complicated relationship with Remy.
“What?” Theo asked, noticing my contemplative gaze.
“I was just thinking how remarkable you are,” I said. “The way you are with Casey... it's extraordinary.”
A flush crept up Theo's neck, highlighting his cheekbones and making my heart stutter. Even after our time together, my compliments still caught him off guard, a charming vulnerability that continued to endear him to me.
“It's nothing special,” he demurred. “He's my brother.”
“It is special,” I insisted. “You've put his needs above your own, the sacrifices you've made. Don't diminish that, Theo.”
Casey stirred then, blinking as the jet began its descent. Despite the traumatic brain injury that had affected his speech and mobility, his eyes remained alert and intelligent, taking in his surroundings with keen interest.
“Hey, buddy,” Theo said warmly. “We're almost there. Look outside. That's Avaline.”
Casey turned toward the window, his expression clearing as he registered the view. “Green. Very green.”
“Indeed,” I agreed, smiling at his straightforward observation.
Throughout our time in San Diego, I'd observed how Casey retained his distinct personality despite his injuries, his dry humor, his interest in historical facts, his protectiveness toward Theo even within the limitations of his condition.
“Avaline is known for its lush countryside. Chateau Bellerive is nestled in one of the greenest valleys in the region.”
“Your castle,” Casey clarified, eyes lighting up with excitement. “We're going to your castle.”
“That's right,” I confirmed, charmed by his enthusiasm.
“Though I should warn you, it's not quite the fairytale castle you might be imagining.
It's more of a...” I paused, searching for a description that wouldn't diminish his anticipation.
“Well, I suppose it is rather castle-like in parts.
The original structure dates back to the 15th century, though it's been renovated and expanded many times since then.”
“Does it have towers?” Casey asked. “And a moat?”
I laughed, delighted by his questions. “It has several towers, yes. The moat, I'm afraid, was filled in during the 18th century. My ancestor, Grand Duke Philippe, apparently found it too medieval for his enlightened sensibilities.”
“Shame,” Theo quipped, eyes twinkling. “A moat would've really completed the fantasy.”
“I will note your disappointment in the family records,” I returned dryly, suppressing my smile. This easy banter had become one of my greatest joys, the way we shifted from intimacy to playful teasing.
The jet dipped lower, the landscape rushing up to meet us as we approached the private airfield.
I felt the familiar tightening in my chest that accompanied my return to Avaline, a mixture of homecoming comfort and the weight of expectations.
But this time, my anxiety was tempered by Theo and Casey's presence, allowing me to see my homeland through fresh eyes.
“Almost there,” I said, squeezing Theo's hand before releasing it to secure my seatbelt.
Across from me, Theo helped Casey with his own belt, his movements gentle but efficient.
Casey's nurse, Janet Luzon, who had been dozing in one of the rear seats, joined us for the landing, checking Casey's comfort with professional care.
She had agreed to accompany us to Avaline for a transitional period, ensuring Casey's care remained consistent while we established a new medical team for him.
“How are you feeling, Casey?” she asked.
“Excited,” Casey replied, his gaze fixed on the approaching runway. “And hungry.”
Janet laughed. “We'll get you something to eat soon,” she promised, glancing at me for confirmation.
“Absolutely,” I assured them. “I've arranged a light meal for the estate. The ride from the airfield takes about forty minutes.”
“Casey's medications?” Theo asked, the edge of worry never far when it concerned his brother's care.
Janet patted Casey's arm. “All taken care of. Dr. Westfield's detailed treatment plan was translated and sent ahead to Dr. Moreau, who'll be Casey's primary physician here.”
I nodded, grateful for Sébastien's efficiency in handling these details.
“Dr. Moreau speaks excellent English and has experience with similar cases.
He's assembled a team including a neurologist, physical therapist, and speech pathologist—all bilingual.
They'll maintain the exact protocols Casey's been following.
The medical suite we've prepared in the east wing has all the equipment from the list your doctors provided,” I added, hoping to ease the concern I could still see lingering in Theo's eyes.
Theo's shoulders relaxed. “Thank you. I just worry about—”
“I know,” I said softly. “But I promise you, his care here will exceed what he received in America.” I leaned close. “Royal privilege has its advantages.”
The jet touched down smoothly. As we taxied toward the terminal, I could see two black Mercedes waiting on the tarmac. “Welcome to Avaline,” I said, turning to Theo and Casey with a smile of confidence, despite the anxiety about what awaited us.
Especially tomorrow's meeting with my parents.
The drive from the airfield to Chateau Bellerive wound through the picturesque Avaline countryside, revealing views that even I found captivating. Spring coated the hills in vibrant greens and wildflower splashes. Ancient stone villages nestled in valleys, their church spires reaching skyward.
I watched Theo and Casey taking in these sights, their expressions a mixture of wonder and disbelief. Casey pointed excitedly at landmarks, asking questions I answered with unexpected pleasure.
“It's like something from a movie,” Theo murmured as we passed a charming village square, complete with a centuries-old fountain. “I keep expecting people to break into song and dance.”
“I assure you, the locals reserve their singing and dancing for festivals,” I replied with a laugh.
“Says the man who was anything but dignified last night,” Theo whispered, leaning closer so only I could hear.
Heat rushed to my face at the memory of our passionate reunion after Casey had retreated for the evening. “That was your influence,” I murmured, enjoying the way his eyes darkened at my words.
“Good. Your dignity could use some dismantling now and then.”
Our moment was interrupted by Casey's excited shout. “Look! Is that it?”
I turned to see Chateau Bellerive rising on the horizon, its pale stone walls glowing in the late afternoon sun.
The original medieval fortress had been transformed over centuries, with each generation adding its own touch—Gothic towers from the late medieval period, Renaissance wings with their symmetrical facades, even some classical elements during the Enlightenment.
“Yes, that's it,” I confirmed, pride swelling within me.
“Chateau Bellerive, one of my family's properties.”
“Holy shit,” Theo breathed, then flushed. “Sorry, that wasn't very... um, elegant of me.”
I laughed, squeezing his hand. “On the contrary, it's precisely the reaction the original builders hoped to evoke. The chateau was designed to impress, even intimidate. 'Holy shit' is entirely appropriate.”
As we drew closer, more details came into view, the formal gardens stretching from the south facade, the lake glittering beyond the eastern wing. I found satisfaction in sharing my homeland, in seeing its beauty reflected in their eyes.