The Prince: The Young Royals 1 by S. A. Gordon

Author:S. A. Gordon [Gordon, S. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Momentum
Published: 2014-11-25T00:00:00+00:00

The phone call awakened David in the middle of the night. He leaped out of bed, his heart in his throat as he imagined the worst. For only the worst could produce a call at this time. Only a handful of people had the number for the phone that was ringing—one of two he owned. This was the phone that only his family and his protection officers knew about. And Caitlin—in a fit of romantic feeling that his PPOs would object to, he’d given her the number. But he doubted she was calling.

He reached the phone—hooked up to its charger in the next room—and saw that it was Alix calling. Yes, it had to be the worst news. About his father. Now that he was confronting it he had no idea how to prepare himself.

“Alexandra,” he said, trying to sound calm and in control.

“David,” she wailed.

“Papa?” he said, still trying to sound calm.

“W-what?” she said, sounding like she was sobbing.

“What’s happened to Papa?” His tone was urgent now.

“N-nothing,” she stammered. “What do you mean?”

David exhaled loudly. “Alix, it’s the middle of the night here—I presumed something terrible had happened for you to be calling me at this time.”

“Something terrible has happened!” she said, still wailing.

“All right, darling,” David said, starting to suspect that his sister was exaggerating. If it wasn’t about 6 a.m. in London he’d think she was drunk, the way she was carrying on. But although his sister was many things, a morning drunkard she was not. “Why don’t you tell me what the problem is?”

“The—the papers!” she cried.

“Mmm?” He tapped his foot, trying to be patient.

“They have a story!”

“What about, love?” He could hear her sniffing. “Is Rita with you?”

“No!” she said forcefully. “It’s too early to wake her.”

“But not too early for me?” he said, trying to inject some levity into a situation which—now that he knew their father was all right—seemed far less grave than before.

“Oh, shut up.” She blew her nose.

“Alix, tell me what the matter is,” David said in the tone of an adult addressing a small child.

“There’s a story—” She blew her nose again. “About me and—and …” She started to hiccup. “And Jack.”

David breathed in sharply. “Oh.”

“And that foul Simon is in it.”

“Simon, your former PPO?”

“Yes. The one I had a fling with.”

“Alix, darling, you really do have a type.”

“Shut up!”

“All right. Come on, tell me—what does the story say?”

“It says that Jack and I are sleeping together, and that I used to sleep with Simon, and that I’m an irresponsible slut who doesn’t deserve to rule.” Her hiccups turned into sobs.

“Sh-shhh, lovely one. Just try to calm down.”

“That’s easy for you to say! You fuck models and no one says anything about your fitness to rule!”

David winced, even though she couldn’t see it. “Ouch,” he said. “But a fair point. Alexandra, please just try to calm yourself. There is nothing—absolutely nothing—that we can’t work through together. We have faced the very worst thing we’ll ever have to face and we’re still here.

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