The Prince's Bride by Victoria Alexander

Author:Victoria Alexander [Alexander, Victoria]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Historical Romance, Adult
ISBN: 9780739422434
Google: Z1MbYgnBO88C
Amazon: 0380818213
Barnesnoble: 0380818213
Goodreads: 232125
Publisher: Avon
Published: 2001-12-03T11:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

“The least you can do is tell me what’s happening,” Jocelyn snapped.

Rand brushed past her, his manner terse and preoccupied, and headed toward the door. He muttered something she couldn’t hear. It was annoying not to know what was going on but then when wasn’t the man annoying? His arrogance simply added to her anger. Anger she held close right now as a barrier against anything deeper. Anything painful.

“Stay here,” he ordered.

“I think not.” She marched after him.

He stopped and turned so quickly she nearly ran into him. He clenched his teeth and glared down at her. “Stay here.”

There was a hard warning in his eyes and she bit back the sarcastic retort that was on the tip of her tongue.

He turned away, threw open the door, and strode outside. At once she stepped after him and slipped behind the open door, hidden from sight but able to hear. Or at least able to hear if Rand and the others weren’t speaking in such abominably low tones. At her husband’s direction, no doubt.

“My lady,” Flora whispered behind her. “I doubt His Lordship would want—”

“Nonsense, Flora. I’m sure he simply wants us to be quiet.” Jocelyn moved closer to the wall on the off chance she could see something of the scene outside through the crack between the door and the jamb. The effort was futile. Blasted castle was simply too well built.

She recognized Rand’s voice drawing closer and immediately moved away from the door, back to the spot where he’d left her.

He stepped over the threshold, his expression grim, and shot her an odd, assessing look. He nodded at Flora. “If you would prepare a room, it appears we have a guest.”

“A guest?” Jocelyn tried to see around him. “Who on earth ...” Her eyes widened and she whipped her spectacles from her face.

“My lady, I have counted the minutes since our last meeting.” Prince Alexei Frederick Berthold Ruprecht Pruzinsky strode into the room as if he had no doubt as to his reception. He stopped in front of her, bowed, then took her hand and drew it to his lips. His voice was low. “I have missed you, my dear Jocelyn.”

“Lady Beaumont,” Rand said in a hard voice.

Jocelyn ignored him and cast Alexei her brightest smile. “Your Highness. How delightful to see you again.”

“You are as lovely as ever.” Alexei’s eyes bored into hers.

“It’s Lady Beaumont now,” Rand repeated firmly.

“So I’ve heard.” Alexei stared down at her with a knowing smile. “What a pity.”

“Not at all.” Rand stepped to her side and glanced pointedly at Alexei’s hand still holding Jocelyn’s. The prince released her, but his gaze lingered on her. “We suit well together.” The blatant lie jerked Jocelyn’s attention away from Alexei. Rand smiled at her in an overly affectionate manner. She wanted to smack him.

She stepped pointedly away and favoured Alexei with her complete attention. “You’re right, Your Highness, it’s been entirely too long.” She looked around him. “But surely you’ve not come all this way alone?”

“I left the rest of my party some distance back.

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