She’d been here for what-twenty minutes-and the staff were already putty in her hands. Her career had her moving with some of the world’s wealthiest, most flamboyant people. She was good at her job. It showed.

He was proud of her.

How corny was that? How patronising?

He didn’t have to tell her what to do, he thought. He just had to stand back and watch. And wonder.

She’d already had volunteers to redesign the uniform. She’d already said she’d like to use first names-if that was okay? The staff were already halfway to being in love with her.

Who could blame them?

‘So remind me.’ She was at the end of the line, looking back at him. ‘The reception is at seven?’

‘Yes.’

‘Will my people have the details?’

My people. Just like that, she’d taken on the mantel of royalty. And once again she’d moved him to the sidelines.

‘Yes,’ he said shortly. ‘Your staff are putting on the reception.’

‘So I’ll see you then?’

‘Yes.’

She nodded. The eyes gazing at him were expressionless.

‘We’ll be happy to receive you, then,’ she said.

And that was that. He’d been dismissed by royalty.

His gaze met hers and held. Then, very slowly, he nodded. And smiled.

‘Until then, Your Highness,’ he said softly and gave her a gentle, mocking salute. ‘Off you go and introduce Oscar to his new home.’

It took all the courage in the world to watch him go-not to call him back-to stop herself whimpering in terror. But this role was hers. She’d returned to the island as Crown Princess. She had to take the responsibility.

Her dream as a kid-to take on this responsibility with Nikos-was just that-a dream. He’d married someone else. He’d moved on.

Somehow, she must too.

The housekeeper-Mrs Lavros-no first names here!-gave her a cursory tour of the palace, apologising over and over. ‘There’s not been money for repairs. We’re so thankful you’re finally here. We’re so sorry we couldn’t get it how we’d like it.’ But neither Athena or Nicky-or Oscar either, for that matter-minded shabby.