Bride by Royal Decree by Caitlin Crews

Author:Caitlin Crews [Crews, Caitlin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarlequinUKLtd
Published: 2017-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

REZA HADN’T BEEN KIDDING when he’d mentioned a spa, Maggy discovered the next morning.

She’d woken up after a strange night packed tight with odd dreams to find herself in a luxurious, sprawling ancient villa that somehow fused marvelous old Italian touches with surprisingly modern updates, from a perfect bathroom suite to its heated floors. More accurately, she’d been woken up by a cheerful attendant, who’d hurried her out of bed and into a soft robe, pressed an exquisitely made latte into her hands, and then led her through the achingly beautiful villa while she was still sipping at it.

Maggy was far too bleary-eyed to object. She had the hectic impression of graceful rooms filled with dancing morning light, and then she was being led through a warm, glassed-in area where a pretty pool gleamed bright blue in the sun. The attendant led her to the far side of the circular pool, then into an already hot sauna.

“Should you need anything at all, Your Highness, you need only press this button,” the attendant told her, collecting Maggy’s empty latte mug as she left and closed the heavy door behind her.

Maggy wasn’t any more used to hearing herself called that. Your Highness. She had to bite back an involuntary giggle. But then again, what part of any of this was she used to? She knew what a sauna was, but she’d never been in one before. She blinked as she looked around the wooden room. It seemed like an outward manifestation of how she felt already—hot and airless and finding it harder to breathe by the second.

But if this was what royals did, then by God, she would do it. She would do anything. You are royal, she reminded herself. Your blood proves it. She sat on the warm wooden slats as soothing new age music piped in, and wondered if maybe she was still sleeping. If maybe she’d wake up to find herself back in her narrow bed in her tiny room back in Vermont, late for work as usual. She reached down and pinched herself, viciously. On her thigh, then on her belly, but nothing happened. It hurt and it left her with two dull red marks, but that was it. She stayed put in this hot, cedar cell. Sweating wildly.

Even so, she couldn’t discount the high possibility that this was a dream anyway. She’d had dreams like this before, in shocking, tactile detail. The difference was, Maggy intended to enjoy every minute no matter what. She was resolved. She tipped her head back, figured out how to breathe long and slow when the air felt nearly solid around her, and she let the deep heat soak into her.

When the lights and heat inside the sauna turned themselves off sometime later, she emerged, sleepy-eyed and wrapped in her robe again, to find that a personal spa had been assembled for her in the great, glassed-in space on the warm stones to the side of the pool. Attendants flocked around her, buffing and waxing whatever parts of her they could reach.

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