Princess Ever After (Royal Wedding Series) (36 page)

“Regina,”—the archbishop took command—“please kneel.”

She wobbled forward, legs trembling, and knelt, her heartbeat sounding in her ears.

“Regina Alice Beswick, do you pledge your allegiance to God Almighty and the Lord Jesus Christ to defend the faith and freedom of the Grand Duchy of Hessenberg?”

“I do.”

“Do you pledge the same to hold the people in high esteem, serving them, submitting to the laws of the land?”

A smooth, invisible oil poured over her head and slipped down to her temples, releasing the thick fragrance of spices all around her. Chills multiplied and shimmied down her spine.

The archbishop continued with his questions of commitment. Reggie answered with her simple “I do” until her tears overflowed.

“May it be as you have spoken. Let your yes be yes and your no be no.” The archbishop walked behind the communion table and returned with a plain brown mantle, which he billowed over her head, shoulders, and back. The coarse brown material settled on her, heavy but fragrant.

“Almighty Lord, clothe her in humility that she may be your servant. Grant her the wisdom of King Solomon, the heart of King David, and the prosperity of heaven.”

As the archbishop prayed, reading Scripture, tremors rolled through Reggie, crashing against her mind, shaking her will and realigning her very identity.

Eyes closed. In the moment. Tears streaming.

“Your Majesty, King Nathaniel II, come forward.”

Reggie sensed the king standing beside her.

“I style you Her Royal Highness Princess Regina Alice Beswick Augustine-Saxon, and by the laws and grants of the royal House
of Stratton of Brighton, restore the House of Augustine-Saxon. May the Lord bless you, keep you, and cause his face to shine upon you.”

Murmurs of assent raised in the chapel.

The archbishop returned. “Remember the difference between David and Saul, Your Majesty. It was the posture of their hearts. David sought the favor of the Lord, crying out, ‘Remember your servant, Lord.’ While Saul sought the favor of the people, crying out, ‘Remember me before the people.’ Regina, be like David. Seek the Lord
your
God. Let us pray.”

Reggie lowered her head and fixed her gaze on God.

When the archbishop said amen, he followed with, “Long live Princess Regina of Hessenberg.”

The witnesses chorused after him. “Long live Princess Regina of Hessenberg.”

TWENTY-FOUR

S
eamus peered out his office window down to the street, watching the media flow into the building. He jumped to his phone when it rang.

“Well?” Seamus barked. It was about time Brogan rang up.
Incompetent ingrate.

“She took the Oath of the Throne five minutes ago, sir.”

“In the manor chapel?”

“Yes, sir.”

He swore. “Under our noses. How did we not know this?” His invitation omission said more than words.

“The press conference is about to commence.”

“Get down there. See what’s going on.” Seamus rang off, boiling and reeling. Arrogant Burkhardt. No respect. No gratitude. After all Seamus had done for him—saving him out of the mess he’d created with Trude, advising him after he left seminary.

Snatching up his phone again, Seamus rang Morris Alderman over at the
LibP
. “Morris? Seamus. I’m fine, fine . . . How about helping me take my fight to the next level?”

It was late when they returned to the palace. The press conference went well. Reporters packed the media room and asked cordial questions about Reggie’s life and thoughts on becoming a princess.

She’d anticipated questions about the governor’s petition and braced for wisecracks about being a redneck royal. But Tanner had orchestrated the question-and-answer portion, limiting the time, then escorting Reggie out of the Wettin Manor media room after ten minutes.

And she was grateful.

Once they arrived at Meadowbluff, Jarvis led Reggie and Tanner into the palace parlor, where he’d set an arrangement of flowers, cakes, and two flutes of champagne.

“H–how’d I do?” Reggie faced Tanner, lost in a swirl of emotions.

“Splendid, Regina. Most splendid. The oath ceremony was most moving. Sincere. The presser went well. How do you feel?”

“I feel . . . I don’t know how I feel.” She reached for the nearest chair, her legs suddenly weak. “Different.”

Tanner knelt next to her, touching her chin gently with the tip of his finger. “Give it a moment to sink in, Regina. You don’t have to grasp it all right now.”

He was right. Reggie exhaled, pressing her hand to her middle. “I feel peace.” She peered at Tanner and slipped her hand into his. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Putting up with me. For bringing Susanna into the coffee room. For believing in me when I didn’t believe in myself.”

“I do believe in you, Regina.” His gaze lingered on her face for a moment, then he stood, releasing her hand. “As for the other thing . . . in the ballroom, I—” “Tanner, there’s a glow in the trees.” Reggie moved around him toward the window and pressed her forehead against the cold pane.

“I don’t see a glow in the trees.” Tanner cupped his hands around his eyes and peered out the window.

“Straight ahead. In the woods.”

Otherwise, the night scene appeared normal. The palace grounds were lit with blue and gold luminaries strategically stationed to paint the palace walls with light. But beyond the palace grounds a silky, twinkling glow bloomed from the heart of the dark forest.

“Where? There’s nothing out there.” Tanner stepped back from the window.

“I’m sure I saw something.” Reggie squinted toward the thin line between light and dark. It must be a reflection. Or some anomaly. “Tanner, is there a celebration because I took the oath?” There it was again, swelling up from the ground, billowing, then fading, but never dying.

“We didn’t want to make a big to-do just yet.” Tanner turned back to the room. “Let the people get used to the idea of a Hessenberg royal. Get through the end of the entail and all. We’ll celebrate in a grand way for your coronation. Regina, remember when you spoke to me of bonds?”

She turned away from the window. “The ones mentioned in the entail.” She tapped the windowpane. “Tanner, seriously, you didn’t see a glow in the woods?”

“Could your father have discovered bearer bonds among your gram’s things? And no, I saw no glow.” He grinned at his rhyme.

“Bonds? Not that I’m aware. All he had of Gram’s was that one box. The one with the fairy tale. Then why do I see a glow? Look, there it is, billowing.” Reggie tapped the top left of the pane. “Like a star fallen to earth.”

Tanner angled left to see beyond the glass. “Maybe it’s your sign. The one you asked of God.” He reached for a napkin and one of the cakes. “What about jewels? Did you ever see a tiara or any diamond necklaces or earrings?”

“Tiara and diamonds. No, never. Gram was very simple. She wore a plain gold wedding band and nothing more. What do
you mean bearer bonds?” Reggie joined Tanner by the cakes and champagne, but kept one eye on the window.

“Ever hear of Blakely Oil?”

“Um, yes. I’m from Florida, not east outer Mars. One of my clients at Backlund invested in Blakely Oil. Made a killing.” The little chocolate cakes looked yummy. Reggie reached for a napkin, then chose a cake. She wasn’t all that hungry but she felt she should celebrate today in some way. Like with chocolate.

“The old man, Sir Blakely, came to see me Monday. His company was doing an audit and came across an escrow account that has never been touched. The money is tied to bearer bonds, and he believes the bonds were purchased by Prince Francis.”

“Why does he think that?”

“Because his grandfather, founder of Blakely Oil, was chums with your great-great-great-uncle. Old Man Blakely is pretty sure this escrow money belongs to you, the heir of Prince Francis.”

“But I don’t have any bearer bonds.” On the edge of the window, the glow bloomed again, causing a swirling anticipation in Reggie’s gut. She shoved the last of her cake in her mouth. “I’m going out there.”

“Out where?” Tanner tossed his napkin to the table and heeled after her as she fired out of the parlor.

“Out there.” She pointed in the direction of the glow. “Treasure hunting.” Down the hall, through the kitchen, and out the back door, her boots thudding, her skirt swaying, Reggie wondered if she finally had her sign.

Tanner ducked under a branch as he chased Regina through the blackness toward . . .
nothing
.

Until now, he’d found Regina sane and strong, a spark of life, reasonable, educated, and uncompromisingly beautiful. At least
in his eyes. But this? Seeing a light that was not there . . . running through a pitch-black forest on a cold night was lunacy.

Was that rain he sensed in the wind?

Tanner had caught just Regina as she fired out the kitchen door, making her pause long enough for Jarvis to get a couple of torches.

“Regina, this is ludicrous.” Tanner yelped when his hair caught in a low-swung limb.

“Are you okay?” She ran back to him, breathless, her burnished tresses blustering about her face.

Tanner aimed his torchlight at his own head. “I’m caught.” He inhaled and jerked free, wincing. “That branch robbed me of my hair.”

“Simmer down, Samson. I think you can carry on.”

“Har-har. You’re such a funny woman.”

She shined her light on him. “Sorry, but you scared the wits out of me. You scream like a girl.” She whirled around, pressing forward through the darkness.

“Excuse me, I do not scream like a
girl
.” He intoned her accent. “I have a very manly scream.” He belted out his best scream just to prove it.

“Yeah, but that’s not what I heard, Tanner.”

“Must have been the wind . . . distorting my voice.” He fixed his torchlight on the path ahead, then up at the trees. “Regina, we should go back. It’s going to rain.”

“Tanner, you really don’t see anything? Glowing about right over there?” She fired her beam through the trees on her right.

“No, love, I don’t. I’m sorry.”

“Then why do I?”

He sighed, then laughed. “Maybe it’s the sign you asked from God.”

“Yeah, maybe. Or . . . a television or film studio making a movie? Or some weird glow from a river or stream?”

“There’s no television or film studio out there, and the stream runs south of here.”

She fell against the nearest tree. “Why give me a sign
after
I’ve taken the oath? I needed it before.”

“Who knows the Lord’s mysterious ways?” Tanner settled against the tree, next to Regina.

“Your dad did a good job at the oath ceremony,” she said, low and soft, more to herself than Tanner.

“He did.” Tanner raised his torch to the trees. Did he feel raindrops?

“You still at odds with him?”

“We’re never at odds, Regina. We simply don’t see things the same.”

“What did he say about your tryst with Trude?”

“Not ‘Well done, my boy,’ I’ll grant you.”

“Ah, so that’s it.” She stopped hacking through the brush. “You’re at odds over what happened with Trude.”

“We’re not at odds.” Tanner exhaled, rubbed his new bald spot on top of his head. “I was following in his footsteps to serve in the church, but I resigned my spot at the seminary when Trude told me she was pregnant.”