Shelby had to stop herself from reminding him that his twenty-sixth birthday was many years away. “It could be a problem, but I guess I’m not too worried about it.” “Well,” Shelby said slowly, trying to find her bearings. “What if I don’t find a wife to marry?” he asked softly, his eyes and hair so like his mother’s, his thoughtful manner also an inheritance from her. Siah turned to look at his mother but didn’t speak. “Are you all right, Siah?” Shelby asked softly when she entered the large parlor and found her oldest child alone by the window. With a prayer for a calm heart, the prince made himself sit down and wait while his son finished. The candy tin appeared out of nowhere, held by Murdock’s capable hand, and Nikolai allowed Jeremiah one piece. He had barely seen Shelby all day, and the sooner they got this show on the road, the sooner he would. She was like a second mother to the children, and Nikolai could see his son was already relaxing. “I think some gauze will do the trick,” Fran said calmly. Jeremiah had a flare for the dramatic-he and Shelby had noticed it often-but his heart was big, and all the staff was taken in by his round blue eyes and dark hair, much the way they’d enjoyed another young prince many years ago. “It doesn’t look too deep,” he observed, and Nikolai stood back and let the faithful servants fuss over his son. “I touched the sword.”įran shook her head in loving exasperation as Murdock left his newspaper and came to inspect the wound. “Well, now,” Fran spoke as soon as the prince entered the kitchen. Mother and father exchanged a glance before Nikolai led the patient away. “We’ll see Fran and get you all patched up.” “Come on, Jer,” Nikolai directed, putting a hand to his son’s back. Shelby leaned to kiss first him and then the tissue that was wrapped around his finger. “It hurts,” seven-year-old Jeremiah said.
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