Henfordshire Countryside
Directing her favorite mare, a splendid Cremello named “Royal Symphony,” or affectionately called ‘Symphy,’ away from the stables of the Kensington estate, Princess Victoria felt a pang of worry. The stable worker had mentioned that Lord Liam had ridden out earlier.
“Maybe he is up at the palace looking for us? What do you think, Symphy?” she mused aloud, clicking her tongue to steer the horse back towards Cromwell Palace. The mare’s ears flicked back as if in response, her creamy coat gleaming in the soft afternoon light.
Upon arriving at the grand gates of Cromwell Palace, the guards assured the young Princess Royale that they had not seen any sign of Lord Kensington. The palace, with its sprawling gardens and ancient oak trees, seemed unusually quiet.
Rubbing her mare’s neck, Victoria decided to ride to a few of the usual places she and Liam often visited. The familiar paths through the lush meadows and along the serene riverbanks brought no sign of him. Finally, she spotted her brother William flying across the meadows on his fleabitten grey stallion, Imperial, whose coat gleamed a bright, almost dazzling white in the sunlight. Determined, she set after him, the sound of hooves thundering across the open field.
When he noticed her, he slowed Imperial to a halt, allowing her to catch up. Their horses snorted at each other, nostrils flaring. The siblings spoke, their voices carrying a mix of concern and frustration.
“I can’t find Liam anywhere!” Victoria complained, her voice tinged with worry.
“I think I saw him over by the Bagley bridge downtown,” William replied, his brow furrowing.
“What would he want there?” Victoria asked, confusion evident in her tone.
“I think he picked up Eloise. They were riding out together, both on Kensington horses,” William explained, shrugging.
“What? Why?” Victoria’s voice rose, a mix of jealousy and disbelief.
“Vic, how would I know? I am not Eloise’s nor Liam’s keeper, and they don’t report back to me. I only saw them from a distance, didn’t ride over to get a full report on their day,” William retorted, his patience wearing thin.
“You never take anything seriously!” Victoria exploded, her voice shaking with anger and frustration. “You think this is a joke? I’ve been looking for him everywhere, and you’re just shrugging it off!”
“Calm down, Vic. It’s not the end of the world. I’ll ride with you if you prefer a companion,” William said, rolling his eyes.
“You’re utterly useless!” Victoria hissed, her eyes flashing with tears. She gave her mare the heels and cantered off, leaving William stunned.
“What was THAT?! Did you hear that, Perri? It didn’t sound like Vic at all,” he muttered to his horse, deciding to follow her. He caught up with her near the Bagley riverbend, both dismounting quietly. Victoria, slightly bent down, led her mare towards some shrubs, her eyes fixed on something ahead.
William, puzzled, followed her silently. As he approached, he began to whisper, “Vic, what are you—”
She swiftly turned, placing a hand over his mouth and a finger to her lips, her eyes wide with urgency. She then pointed towards two gorgeous chestnut horses grazing nearby, both instantly recognizable as belonging to the Kensingtons.
They snuck through the bushes, the leaves rustling softly underfoot, and revealed Lord Liam Kensington and Princess Eloise, giggling and talking. Liam had one hand casually in his pocket, the other arm next to Eloise’s head, her back against the wall of an old, abandoned shed. Giggling, she pushed a strand of her light blonde hair behind her ear, the gesture and her smile just a little too coquettish to be considered innocent. Liam leaned in and kissed her, the moment charged with a mix of passion and secrecy.
Victoria’s heart clenched painfully as she watched them. A whirlwind of emotions surged through her—betrayal, jealousy, and a deep, aching sadness. She had always believed that Liam was enamored with her, just like she was with him, her first love, first crush, their flirtations a delicate dance of unspoken feelings. Yet, he never once even attempted to make a move, and she didn’t know how to encourage it. But now, seeing him with Eloise, so intimate and carefree, felt like a dagger to her heart. Her mind raced with questions and doubts. Had she misread his intentions? Was she just a fool, hoping for something more with Liam?
The garden around her seemed to mock her pain. The vibrant flowers, the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze, and the distant chirping of birds all felt like a cruel contrast to the turmoil inside her. The shocked, winced shriek that escaped Victoria gave them away. Liam turned, but all he saw was some branches swaying in the breeze. William had put his hand over his sister’s mouth and pulled her down behind some shrubs, peeking through the greenery from their low vantage point. He saw Liam and Eloise speaking now. Liam took her hand, and they went behind the old building, so he grabbed Victoria’s wrist and pulled her towards the horses, helping her mount Royal Symphony as her vision was blurred by tears.
The ride back to the palace was a blur of emotions and scenery. The rhythmic thudding of Royal Symphony and Imperial’s hooves on the soft grass, the cool wind against her tear-streaked face, and the distant hum of the palace grounds all melded into a cacophony of sensory overload. Victoria’s mind was a storm of thoughts, each one more painful than the last. William rode beside her, his face set in a determined and worried expression.
Upon arrival at the stables, she barely waited for her horse to come fully to a stop before dismounting. Victoria didn’t even wait for William to catch up, rushing towards the golf cart they usually took back from the royal stable to the palace up the hill. She jumped into the driver’s seat and started the cart, her hands trembling as she gripped the steering wheel.
William caught up just in time, trying to slide onto the driver seat Victoria was sitting in. “Move over,” he said, gently but firmly pushing her until she slid over to the passenger seat. He took a deep breath and started driving them both towards the palace entrance.
Victoria refused to speak about it, on the day of, but also all that followed. Everyone knew something was amiss, their parents, younger siblings, the princess’ personal staff, even Jack and Izzy tried, yet nobody would make her want to talk about it.
William tried every angle he could think of, even recruited his fiancée Princess Wilhelmina, over phone calls and chats, sworn to secrecy, for ideas. All his sister ever would say was that she had been a silly little girl and that there was nothing to discuss. William knew she was hurting.
Cromwell Palace, Henfordshire, a few days later
Main residence of the royal Cromwell family
Walking from the main house of Cromwell Palace to the Grand Ball Hall, which had its separate entrance, to take some photos for his mother to send to some decorator she was communicating with, a task he had volunteered for, he noticed some commotion at the gate, realizing it was Liam just moments before he saw him.
“William, they won’t let me in!” Liam called out, his voice tinged with desperation. William sauntered over, his expression a mask of indifference.
“What do you want, Kensington?”
“See Victoria, of course. I haven’t heard from her in days. She’s not answering my texts or calls, and now I am denied entry. There has been a mistake here.”
“Yes, indeed, a big mistake. Father should have left you at the stables, where you belong. You’re not fit to be aristocracy. Then again, considering you are the illegitimate son of a Lord, well, none of this is surprising, really,” William said, his voice dripping with disdain. He then turned to the guards, his tone becoming authoritative. “Deny him entry and make sure he can’t find a way to sneak in, as we all know, that’s his specialty.”
“What? Will, I just wanna see Vic. What’s happening?”
“Her Royal Highness, Princess VicTORIA evidently does not wish to see or communicate with you. Should be perfectly obvious. And now, Lord Kensington, I am quite busy, you see, so have a nice afternoon. Goodbye.” William’s tone was emotionless and firm.
The guards acknowledged his orders, some of them started dragging Liam away from the main gates, which the 18-year-old let happen, staring at William walking off. The sound of the gates closing behind him was a final, resounding note of rejection.
Cromwell Palace, Henfordshire, about two weeks later
Tossing yet another letter into the fireplace, unopened, just like the ones before, Victoria inhaled with resolve, then turned, picked up her handbag and left her room, turning to her personal assistant. “I am ready.”
William was settling into the cream-colored leather seat on the royal private jet of House Cromwell. The interior of the jet was a blend of opulence and comfort, with polished mahogany accents, plush carpeting, and soft ambient lighting that created a serene atmosphere. The hum of the engines was a constant, soothing background noise.
As he watched the staff stow some more luggage, his brows furrowed. The staff, dressed in crisp uniforms, moved efficiently, their movements a well-choreographed dance of precision and care. Some were ensuring that the luggage was securely fastened, while others were preparing refreshments and adjusting the temperature to ensure maximum comfort for the royal passengers.
William got up and stuck his head out of the door, calling down to them. “Wait, that isn’t mine!”
“It’s mine,” he heard a female voice as Victoria now ascended the stairs. He stepped aside to let her pass, staring at her as if he had never seen her before.
“Huh?” he asked, more like a brother than a royal Crown Prince.
“I am accompanying you to the High Court Summit. Papa allowed it. Which seat did you pick? I know you are a bit specific when flying,” Victoria replied, her tone calm but determined.
Following her down the aisle, he just pointed. She put her purse in another seat across the aisle from William’s and plopped down in the window seat next to it, looking out. William plopped down across from his sister.
“Will, you are staring,” Victoria said, glancing at him.
“Yes, I am! Since when do you join us on official trips?” William asked, his curiosity piqued.
“Join us? Is Papa coming too? He didn’t mention it,” Victoria inquired, raising an eyebrow.
“He’ll follow later today. You know he and I can’t travel on the same planes anymore. The succession line thing in case one crashes. Victoria, …” William began, but Victoria cut him off.
“William, please. There will be times I, as the Princess Royale, may have to take on some of these visits and I would like to know what I am doing then. So, teach me big brother. I am but putty in your hands,” she said, her voice softening.
Frowning, William retorted, “Well, firstly, that sounds more like something you’d say to a lover, not your brother, and secondly, you being so willing to learn ANYTHING from me makes me very suspicious. Vic, are you running away? Cromwells don’t run.”
“Will, do you want to help me?” Victoria asked, her eyes pleading.
“Of course!” William replied, his tone softening.
“Then don’t speak of this again. Not now, not ever. There is nothing to discuss. And even if, it wouldn’t change a thing, only make me feel worse. Nothing ever happened, so I was the fool, not Liam, but I can’t face him now,” Victoria said, her voice trembling slightly.
“He never … kissed you?” William asked gently.
Victoria shook her head, her eyes speaking volumes. Clearly, she had hoped he would. William sighed, understanding that unrequited love probably hurt just as much as if Liam had kissed her and Eloise. He nodded.
“So, did you pack your swimwear?” William asked, trying to lighten the mood.
“Really, William? Swimwear for Windenburg in early Spring?” Victoria replied, rolling her eyes.
“I am not that great at small talk,” William admitted with a sheepish grin.
“You don’t say. Will, thank you, I know you are trying to make me feel better. You are a great big brother,” Victoria said, her voice filled with gratitude.
“I wish I could do more,” William said, his tone sincere.
“You are. And you can, if you heed my request,” Victoria replied, her eyes locking onto his.
“You know, we all kinda thought that, you-know-who and you … I think if Mama and Papa realize that is no longer a thing, you might find yourself at those dreadful balls. You know, to ‘introduce you into society’, in other words, our parents thinking they might be able to find you a nice Viscount, Baron, or even a Prince … And as the Crown Prince I get a say too, so I better start making a list of things to look for in the perfect suitor for my little sister,” William wiggled his eyebrows, making his sister laugh.
“Go sit over in your favorite seat. We’re about to take off!” Victoria called over the announcement of the captain.
William instead hunkered down in his current seat. “I changed my mind. I like THIS seat now,” he grinned, Victoria stuck her tongue out at him, giggled, but then got serious again.
“Do you think I am pretty?” she asked suddenly, making William very uncomfortable.
“Uh, well, I don’t know how to answer that. You’re my sister. You look like … my sister,” William stammered.
“I am not asking you out, Will. Objectively, you are male, so am I attractive or not?!” Victoria pressed.
“Uh, well, I suppose so. In the classic sense. I mean, yes, I guess you could say that,” he struggled.
“Hm,” Victoria made a noncommittal sound, then stared out the window.
With the engine testing making it noisier inside the cabin, William moved to the seat next to Victoria, which was occupied by her bag. He swiftly transferred it to another seat. “You know, we like a lot of the same things. If we weren’t related, I am sure I’d find you attractive,” he said, trying to sound sincere. The glare he received told him he had failed.
“I asked about appearance, Will, not shared interests!” Victoria snapped.
“Well, you look like Mum, but in blonde and everyone always calls her gorgeous and stunning, so yes, I suppose you are too. There.” Satisfied with his answer, William smiled at his sister, who rolled her eyes, and with a sigh looked out the window.
“Victoria, you are not being fair! I am your brother. I just don’t think of you in such a way!” William protested.
“Evidently nobody does,” Victoria said, her words chilling his heart.
Windenburg, Falkenstein Castle
Main residence of the royal von Ahrensberg family,
Hosts of the High Court Summit and its participants
King Maximilian smiled politely, trying to ignore the stares as his daughter rolled a chair into the meeting room, then squeezed herself in between King Maximilian and another noble, who had his back turned to them, talking to someone next to him, so Max and William slid together to make room for her, while she now pulled the thick binder placed in front of her father closer. As she opened it, Max quickly slammed it shut and pushed it back to its original position glaring at his daughter, shaking his head, his brows furrowed. Behind him, Prince William nudged his sister with his own binder, sliding his chair closer to hers to explain what all this was about until they were interrupted by their father, whispering urgently.
“William, sit back at the table properly. Victoria, what exactly is this supposed to be when it’s finished? Where did you even get this chair?! You are not supposed to be here. Did you not see the signs ‘invited participants only’? This is the High Court Summit, a closed meeting of royal and upper nobility leadership, not open to whomever felt like attending!” King Maximilian’s voice was calm but firm, though kept low to avoid drawing more attention.
“I pulled the chair up from the room next door. And why would I not be invited? I am your daughter! A Princess Royale, so I am royal leadership as well, I outrank half the people in this room. And he’s here too,” Victoria pointed at William, her voice barely above a whisper.
“You want to do this in my stead, I’d be happy to let you have my seat,” William retorted, his voice low.
“Children! Well, everyone has already noticed you, so for now, you may stay, Victoria, you will be on your best behavior and should any of the other participants ask you to leave, you will smile politely and exit quietly immediately without any fuss. Understood? And you are not moving, William!” King Maximilian’s tone was authoritative but gentle, his whisper carrying a note of finality.
“Why can’t I be invited here? Henfordshire is my kingdom too!” Victoria protested, her voice rising slightly.
Cringing, rubbing his forehead in a manner every father of teens should know well, Max tried to keep his composure. “There is, always has been, and likely always will be ONE king—or queen—and one heir to the throne, which in our case would be your brother and me. Please do not hold me responsible for your order of birth. William was born first, so he is the heir apparent. Do you see anyone else here bringing TWO heirs, hm?” he tried to mediate as patiently as he could muster, his voice still low to avoid further disruption.
As more royals and nobles filed into the room, looking for their name tags on the table to find their assigned seats, Max added, “And look around, Victoria. You’re the only minor here. Everyone else has a name tag and a binder; you do not. For a good reason, this is an exclusive meeting, this is certainly not the place for you to be making a scene.”
“I am not making a scene, Papa, but a statement. What I see is men. Mostly old ones, they look twice your age. Everywhere. What do all those Methuselahs know about current affairs and where is the female representation, hm?! I SHOULD have a name tag and a seat at this table based on that fact alone! And a binder!” Victoria retorted defiantly, grabbing her brother’s binder, leafing through it.
Max inhaled and exhaled deeply, fighting for his composure, when William leaned in. “Just let her stay, Papa. She’ll be bored in no time and won’t come again,” William whispered just loud enough for his father to hear.
“Let’s hope…I am already regretting granting her wish to join us on this trip, never would I have guessed she’d try to crash this meeting. Everyone I have ever met, myself included, usually tries frantically to get out of meetings, not into them,” Max replied, his voice tinged with resignation.
The meeting was long-winded, but when they finally broke, Max and William were stretching, while Victoria was writing.
“Vic, let’s go get some lunch and stretch our legs. My royal rear is rather chair-shaped right now,” William whispered in her ear.
Nodding, she finished writing, looked over the page she had filled, then tore it off, got up, handing it to her father. “My notes and ideas, Papa,” she said, then turned and left the room.
Max stared at the paper, William trying to read over his shoulder, until his father handed it to him. Both now walked out.
“This is… good,” William said, impressed.
“I know!” his father replied, grinning.
“Are you gonna use it?” William asked.
“Most likely,” Max nodded, smirking. “Since your sister so kindly did my homework for me, I’d be silly not to use it. I might have my assistant type it up over the break, just in case someone asks for distribution. Victoria’s penmanship is exquisite, but I’d hate for anyone to think my handwriting is this feminine.”
“Do I have to worry about being replaced as your heir now?” William jested.
Max turned his head, snickering. “Maybe…”
Both chuckled as they walked down the hallway.
Rosewood Estate, Henfordshire
Residence of the Kensingtons
Liam paced back and forth in his room, the walls closing in on him with each passing second. His mind was a whirlwind of confusion and frustration. He had tried calling, texting, even sending letters, but Victoria had not responded. The silence was deafening. He replayed their last moments together over and over in his mind, trying to pinpoint where things had gone wrong. Nothing came to mind. The last time he had seen her, both were laughing hard at something he had said as they parted ways. It made no sense. Or did it?
The memory of that day in the garden haunted him. He had been so caught up in the moment with Eloise, laughing and talking, that he hadn’t noticed anything amiss. But now, in retrospect, he remembered the noise they had heard and ignored. Could it have been Victoria? The thought gnawed at him, especially after the stable worker at Kensington estate mentioned that the Princess Royale had been looking for him that day.
Liam had always admired Victoria from afar, but her status as the Princess Royale made him feel unworthy and her seem larger than life. When they were alone, all was great. He enjoyed it. But the few times he had accompanied her to balls and events, he had felt like some rescued mutt everyone acknowledged as some quirky hobby of hers. A lower-level Lord, former stableboy, and a Princess Royale. It was admittedly laughable. Alone they felt the same, but in society, it felt as if there were worlds between them. Despite their flirtations, he had convinced himself that she could never truly be interested in someone like him. And even if she were, her father, the King, would never allow it. The princess and the former stable boy. No way.
Princess Eloise, on the other hand, had been more forward and approachable. Her title was more honorary anyway; thanks to her late father’s many infractions she had grown up in a sort of fringe zone herself—always invited, but never fully accepted. Unlike with Victoria, Eloise’s interest in him had been clear, and in his insecurity, he had gravitated towards the easier, more attainable option. Plus, Eloise was pretty too. And a good kisser. And a princess.
Liam’s biological father had made it very clear that dating any girls without an aristocratic, or better yet royal title, would be out of the question for Liam. With him away at military school most of the time, that wasn’t really a problem, as it was an all-boys school. He also knew that Victoria’s patience with his constant absences was wearing thin. When home from military school, he was often signed up for other things by his father. So much so that he barely managed to visit the man he had called father all his life, the stablemaster at the Royal Cromwell Stables, Roland Hawthorne, the man who raised him, the man he still loved like a father and vice versa, both of them unaware he wasn’t really his son until the truth surface by sheer coincidence just after Liam’s 17th birthday a little over a year ago now. His life had not been the same since, and confusion was his new normal. Liam was still struggling to find his place in the world.
It had taken Liam almost a full year to not accidentally start signing his last name as Hawthorne anymore, but instead as Lord Kensington. But he admittedly also liked his new life. Instead of looking down on him, treating him like a servant, expecting him to saddle and fetch horses for his betters in between of shoveling manure, he was looked up to and treated like a master. And all those many options he now had, options he never would have had before, all the luxury, the fine clothing, his own horse, the travels, all would still be well out of his reach had it not been for his mother’s infidelity with the old Lord Kensington. All that was also the reason Roland Hawthorne kept pushing Liam to oblige Lord Kensington’s wishes, as he wanted the young man he had raised and loved as his ‘son’ all his life to have all he could have never given him. So, Liam obliged, for his own benefit, but also to make the man he would always consider his father proud.
Determined to make things right with Victoria, who had always been the one upper classer who not only acknowledged his mere existence, but she had always treated him just like one of her own, like a friend, long before he turned out to be a Lord’s son. She was fun to be around, soft-spoken, sweet and kind.
So, Liam had decided to go to Cromwell Palace. He knew it was a long shot, but he had to try. However, when he arrived, he was turned away at the gates. Even William, who had always been nice to him, was short and cold with him, offering no help or explanation.
Liam remembered standing outside the gates, his heart heavy with regret. He had never felt so helpless.
He wondered if Victoria had ever read any of the letters he had sent her. Did she even know how much he cared? The image of her, distant and unreachable, filled his mind. He knew he had to find a way to make things right. He couldn’t let their story end like this.
Windenburg, Falkenstein Castle
Day one of the High Court Leadership Summit adjourned.
Victoria wandered through the royal gardens of the castle grounds in Windenburg, where she, her father, and her brother had been invited to stay for the three days of the High Court Summit, along with the other royal and upper nobility participants.
The gardens were meticulously maintained, with vibrant flowers and perfectly trimmed hedges. It was a rare moment of peace amidst the whirlwind of official duties. Her father was in the study with the other older men, drowning themselves in Glenfiddich and Courvoisier while discussing business. Her brother had ridden out with his fiancée Wilhelmina, and Wilhelmina’s brother Alexander was out with his fiancée Helena, leaving Victoria without anyone to spend her spare time with, and therewith alone with her mental turmoil. It had now been almost two weeks since her fateful discovery of Liam and Eloise’s romance, and his attempts to contact her had finally ceased.
“Lovely, absolutely lovely. It would seem that everyone is having fun, everyone is in love, except me, of course. My highlight of late is watching dull old men ramble on about even duller subjects. So, this is what Papa and William do all the time? A king’s—or queen’s— duty is trying to stay awake while other leaders enjoy hearing themselves talk without saying much?! I have never been more pleased to have been born second,” she muttered to herself, frustration bubbling over. The meticulously manicured hedges and vibrant blooms did little to soothe her irritation.
“Endless discussions about trade agreements, royal heritage preservation, succession line disputes and political alliances, things I could have covered in a few hours, but it will take them days, all perfectly content to drown in their own monotony. And of course, now the old men’s club sits together patting themselves on the shoulders sipping whiskey and cognac. Naturally, I am locked out again. The gender and age divide among royalty and nobility is as wide as ever. How is ANY of this progress? I can’t believe Papa just goes along with it all. He’s one of the younger ones and should cringe at all of it.”
As she turned a corner around a high hedge, she nearly collided with a young man who was turning away from admiring a statue. He was tall and handsome, with light brown hair and striking blue eyes. His regal posture, tailored suit, and confident demeanor suggested he was someone of importance. A sash in his house’s colors, a vibrant orange, draped across his chest, adding to his distinguished appearance. Victoria now recalled having seen him in the meetings, but she couldn’t quite remember who he was or which house had such an unusual color as orange.
“Excuse me,” Victoria said, stepping back.
The young man bowed slightly, revealing a charming smile. “It is I who should apologize, Your Highness,” he said. “I should have been more aware of my surroundings.”
Victoria raised an eyebrow. “You know who I am?”
“Of course, Your Royal Highness,” he replied, his smile widening as he bowed again. “I am fortunate to gaze upon Victoria Rose Cromwell, Princess Royale of Henfordshire. I’m Hendrik DeWinters, Duke of Zeehaven and the Isles, part of the sea of undoubtedly dull faces rambling on about even duller subjects in the meetings, when I am not making sure my dear father stays awake. Apologies, but I couldn’t help overhearing your lament. Like you, I apparently don’t fall into the proper age range to be invited to sip fine liquor while patting other participants on their shoulders, nor can I claim to be part of the group having all the fun you mentioned. Least of all, can I claim to be lucky in love.” He bowed slightly.
Victoria nodded, recognizing the name. The DeWinters family was old Windenburg nobility with Dutch heritage, for centuries had been strong supporters of the House von Ahrensberg of Windenburg, well-respected and had a long history of alliances with Henfordshire. “Oh yes, of course, apologies for not recognizing you sooner, Your Grace. It’s a pleasure to officially meet you then, Lord DeWinters.” She gave a slight nod, acknowledging his bow.
“Please, call me Hendrik,” he said, his tone warm and inviting. “Or Rik, Henry, Henk… whichever you prefer. Might I join you for a walk?” He offered her his arm.
Victoria hesitated for a moment, then nodded, linking her arm into his. “Sure, why not.”
As they strolled through the gardens, Hendrik glanced at her with a playful smile. “I must say, it was hard not to notice your presence at the High Court Leadership Summit. It’s not often we see female presence in those meetings. Truthfully, not one instance comes to mind. Pity, really.”
Victoria chuckled softly. “I sort of forced my father and brother’s hand. I’m well aware it’s less than customary.”
Hendrik’s eyes twinkled with admiration. “It should be customary. Your presence truly is a breath of fresh air. And quite frankly, it’s about time we had more female representation in those rooms.”
Victoria blushed slightly, caught off guard by his charm. “Thank you. That’s very kind of you to say. I could not agree more.”
Hendrik leaned in a bit closer, his voice lowering. “Kindness has little to do with it. It’s the truth. You are quite captivating. Your mind is keen, your ideas on point, and I would be lying if I didn’t mention the view has improved tremendously with your presence. The demeanor of the rest of the dull gentlemen has certainly improved. This far into the summit, their behavior usually lacks, barely distinguishable from feral primates. So, I thank you for keeping all on their best behavior by your sheer presence.” He chuckled.
Smiling, Victoria felt a flutter in her chest, a mix of surprise and intrigue. Liam had never flirted with her so openly, and she found herself both flustered and flattered. “You’re quite the charmer, aren’t you?” she said, her cheeks flushing.
Hendrik grinned. “Only when I meet someone worth charming. A rather rare occasion, I might add, and from the sounds of it, you are painfully aware of that fact.”
As they continued their walk, Hendrik proved to be a charming and engaging companion. He spoke of his travels, his love for the arts, and his dedication to various charitable causes. Victoria found herself laughing at his witty remarks and feeling a sense of ease she hadn’t experienced in a long time.
“You have a lovely laugh,” Hendrik said, his eyes twinkling. “It’s a shame I haven’t heard it more often.”
Victoria blushed again. “Thank you. I have the feeling the Summit isn’t the most proper place for laughter, and truthfully, it’s been a while since I’ve had a reason to be amused.”
Hendrik’s expression softened. “That is terrible news. I’m glad I could provide one then. Someone as glorious and lovely as you deserves to be happy, my dear Victoria, if you don’t mind me being so forward.”
Victoria smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her. “Not at all. It’s quite refreshing, actually.”
Hendrik’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “In that case, perhaps you and your family would honor me with a visit to my estate, Landgoed Windroos, sometime soon? Maybe as early as tomorrow after the meeting has adjourned? It’s not too far from here, located on the largest isle off the Windenburg coastline. I would love to show you the gardens; they are quite breathtaking this time of year. And I promise, there will be plenty of reasons to laugh. Landgoed just means estate or manor and ‘Windroos’ means ‘Wind Rose’ in Dutch. It’s a nod to our rich nautical heritage and the Dutch traders who navigated the seas using wind roses. I thought you might appreciate the connection, given your middle name, Rose, and my dear mother is rather fond of roses and keeps a very lovely rose garden you might enjoy seeing. Please extend this invitation to His Majesty, King Maximilian, and the Crown Prince as well. It would be a pleasure to host all of you.”
Victoria’s eyes widened slightly at Hendrik’s invitation. She hadn’t expected such an offer, especially one that included her father and brother. “That sounds lovely, Hendrik,” she replied, a hint of curiosity in her voice. “I’ll certainly convey your invitation to my father and William. I’m sure they’ll appreciate the gesture.”
As they continued their walk, a photographer hidden among the trees snapped a few candid shots of the pair, unnoticed by them.
The next day, the photos were splashed across the tabloids, showing Victoria and Hendrik laughing and enjoying each other’s company.
Windenburg, Falkenstein Castle
Breakfast the second day of the royal summit
King Maximilian sat at one of the smaller tables in the grand hall, sipping his morning coffee buttering a slice of toast. The morning sun streamed through the tall windows, casting a warm glow over the opulent room. Chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, their crystals sparkling in the light, while ornate tapestries depicting scenes of historical grandeur adorned the walls. The air was filled with the enticing aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked pastries.
His phone buzzed with a new message. It was from his wife. He opened it and smiled at the familiar warmth of her words.
Good morning, my love.
Did you sleep well? I hope you have a wonderful day.
Love and miss you! 💖
Oh, and maybe you could call me later if you’re not too busy marrying off our daughter 😉.
XOXO, AG
The message was followed by links to tabloid news stories. His smile faded as he clicked on the links and saw the latest headlines. He grunted in displeasure, his face contorting into a series of unhappy expressions. Around him, other delegates were engaged in quiet conversations, enjoying their breakfast in the elegant setting.
Prince William entered the hall, grabbing a piece of toast from a nearby table and sitting down across from his father. “Morning, Papa,” he said, noticing the look on Maximilian’s face. “What’s got you looking as if—to quote my sweet little sister Vivienne—someone peed in your Cheerios?”
Maximilian sighed, setting his phone down on the table. “I wish someone relieved themselves in a bowl of cereal, that would be a much easier fix. It’s your sister. She’s made the headlines this time.”
William raised an eyebrow, taking a bite of his toast. “Which sister? I have so many.”
“Very funny, my son. The oldest one, of course. Luckily, the other two are still too young to make news. Here,” Maximilian handed his phone to William, showing him the photos of Victoria and Hendrik laughing and walking together in the gardens. “When it’s not one of you kids with candid shots in the news, it’s another,” he muttered.
William glanced at the photos and then back at his father, a smirk playing on his lips. “Well, at least this time it’s nothing scandalous. They look like they’re having a good time. I don’t see a problem with this. Two people walking in a park. So what?”
Maximilian shook his head, taking another sip of his coffee. “That’s not the point. It’s the principle of it. First, you with those… incidents,” he said, referring to the times William was photographed in compromising situations, “and now Victoria. I just wish you two would consider your stations and be more careful in public. I have been trying very hard to turn the Royal House of Cromwell into something positive, decent, not a source of endless tabloid entertainment.”
William chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Come on, Papa. It’s not like she’s doing anything wrong. She’s just enjoying herself. Besides, Hendrick seems like a decent guy. He didn’t say much in the meeting, but in between trying to covertly waking up his father, I did notice him staring at Vic. Then again, most of them were. I think the shame should be on whoever took that shot. They had no business in the royal gardens of Falkenstein Castle. In fact, we should mention that to Alexander. He clearly needs more guards to avoid such candid shots. Imagine he and his fiancée end up a little amorous on a walk… That would be quite the scandal.”
Maximilian sighed, rubbing his temples. “This is neither our castle nor our kingdom, and therefore, thankfully, not our problem. But your sister is. I know, I know, this is probably harmless, and I am thrilled to see her smiling again. It’s just… as a father, it’s hard to see your children constantly under public scrutiny. Read the article; they are practically marrying her off to him, and I have barely exchanged more than two sentences with the young man to date, and I know the same is true for you and certainly for your sister before they happened upon each other. I know they are just being courteous and polite with each other, but if you were to trust the news, the world is already planning their wedding, and your sister is still only 17! I haven’t the faintest idea how old the good Duke is, nor if he is betrothed or otherwise engaged. Yet, looking at the article, he is practically en route to the altar with my daughter.”
William sipped his coffee, then picked up his father’s phone and began reading aloud. “His Grace, Duke Hendrik Willem DeWinters, 20, home from his studies at the prestigious Britchester University… and one of Windenburg’s upper class’ most coveted bachelors. He is the only child of Duke Willem Josef and Duchess Beatrix Juliana, and therefore the sole heir to their considerable estates and titles. It’s right there, Papa.” he snickered.
Maximilian’s expression turned skeptical as he leaned back in his chair. “That will be the day on which I start believing anything those tabloids print. Look, William, I don’t truly care how old he is, as long as this won’t turn into a scandal. I want to protect you both from such nonsense, but I can’t control everything. Especially not in someone else’s kingdom, nor do I want to. I have plenty of responsibilities as it is. But let this be a reminder to you and Wilhelmina: the gardens of her home aren’t as protected from prying eyes as you two might think. Yes, I know about your frequent nightly rendezvous, my son.”
“Does this mean I have your permission to visit her in her chambers then?” William grinned, triggering his father to shake his butter knife at him.
“Don’t you dare! No, all it constitutes is you being careful, my boy! Clearly, the walls have eyes and ears.”
William reached across the table, placing a reassuring hand on his father’s arm. “We know you want the best for us, Papa. And we appreciate it. But sometimes, we just have to live our lives and deal with the consequences. Don’t you remember how it felt, being freshly in love? If you don’t, ask Mum, she talks about it all the time.”
Maximilian nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You’re right, William. I suppose I just need to trust that you and Victoria can handle yourselves. But at least be sure to keep your clothing in place outside your private quarters from here on out. I do not think the Cromwells can recover from another shot of ‘bare facts’ in any state of undress from you, and I do not even want to think about your sister in that context.”
William grinned. “Got it, Papa. From now on, I will swim only in my best suits. Should I wear a crown, just in case? Maybe the royal order too.”
Maximilian chuckled, shaking his head. “How about your youngest sister’s tiara instead, you Smart Alec.”
“As you wish, Your Majesty. It will be a rough fight though prying it away from her; Veronica loves wearing it, even at events that don’t warrant it.” William laughed.
“Don’t remind me, son. Veronica can hardly be stopped from wanting to wear her tiara for just a casual dinner downtown Henford-on-Bagley, and Vivienne has to be wrestled to the ground for hers to be put on for official state galas. Your mother and I were this close to super-gluing it to her head for the parading of the colors recently as the little brat kept taking it off and subsequently losing it over and over. Her tiara cost more than the average house. Yet, she takes no issue in wearing Jack’s dismal dirty cowboy hat any chance she gets. Parenting truly isn’t easy.” He sighed, then joined in William’s laughter.
“And yet, you basically force me to marry and procreate. Misery really does love company.” William teased.
“Parenting is also very rewarding. Eventually. But yes, you just happened to be born first, so you will have to one day grace us with an heir for the sake of the kingdom. No heirs, no more kings or queens, and no more kingdom. But I am not forcing you at all; quite the contrary, I am begging you to avoid that at all costs for the time being. But since you seem to have this tendency to show a lot of yourself for photos to be printed in the tabloids, I am thrilled you are at least engaged. Makes it all more palatable,” King Maximilian retorted, laughing.
William chuckled, a playful glint in his eye. “Hysterical, Papa. On that note, after the morning session I’ll be riding out with Mina, Alexander and Helena again unless you need me for some breakout session. We will be back in plenty of time for the afternoon meetings, and I should sleep well throughout those after all the fresh Windenburg air.”
Maximilian smiled warmly at his son, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Neither one of us shall sleep, you brat. I do not have any on objections, have fun, but please, all of you keep yourselves covered. My leniency with young love only goes so far.”
William grinned, nodding. “I will try my best and shall relay your wishes to the others.”
As William finished speaking, Victoria entered the grand hall. The morning sun streamed through the tall windows, casting a warm glow over the opulent room and her blonde hair. Servants moved gracefully between the tables, setting down plates of fresh fruit, pastries, and hot dishes. The soft clinking of cutlery and the murmur of quiet conversations created a serene yet lively atmosphere.
Victoria joined her father and brother at their table. After a servant brought her the requested coffee and toast, she smiled at them, then wrinkled her forehead. “What? You both look like cats who ate the canary.”
Maximilian and William exchanged amused glances before William spoke up, a mischievous grin on his face. “Oh, nothing, dear sister. Just wondering how your new beau is doing this fine morning.”
Victoria rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her coffee. “New beau? What on earth are you talking about?”
Maximilian chuckled, setting down his phone with the most outrageous news story pulled up. “Oh, your quasi-engagement to the young Duke of Zeehaven and the Isles, of course. The tabloids seem quite taken with the idea of you two being an item. I had to check the date to make sure I hadn’t woken from a coma. Your mother is already wondering what your wedding colors will be so she can find a suitable dress.” He laughed.
Smiling at her father’s teasing, Victoria sighed, shaking her head. “We just nearly ran into each other in the castle gardens while you were sipping Glenfiddich with the old men, Papa, and Will had ridden out with Mina. So, I went walking, as had he, and we ended up walking together. That is the beginning and the end of it. I haven’t even known about his existence for a full 24 hours, and now they’re already spinning tales. It’s ridiculous.”
William leaned back in his chair, smirking. “Tell me about it. I know firsthand how that goes. Well, you certainly made quite the impression on everyone, crashing the meeting, but your notes and ideas made me look like a lame duck. Maybe you should consider a career in diplomacy.”
“Or politics,” Maximilian added with a wink. “You certainly have a knack for pressing your agenda on people.”
Victoria laughed, shrugging off their teasing. “Very funny. But seriously, there’s nothing going on with Hendrik. We just happened to be in the same place at the same time, both of us locked out of the old men’s meeting and nobody invited us to go out riding, so we went walking.”
“Hendrik, huh? Oooh la la, we’re already on a first-name basis,” William said, wiggling his eyebrows, grinning. “Papa, let me see those news stories again. Maybe the press is onto something here with yet another royal romance. And I can’t help but notice that he looks a lot like someone we know… I think we have been at this meeting for too long already; all the nobles are starting to look alike.” His smirk told Victoria he was referring to Liam, and Duke Hendrik really did look a little like him.
Tossing a raspberry at him, which William elegantly caught and plopped in his mouth, winking and grinning at his sister, Victoria rolled her eyes again but couldn’t help but smile. “I’ll keep that in mind. Now, can we please talk about something else? Like how we’re going to survive another day of boring meetings? Just in case it wasn’t already clear, I am going to join again.”
“We expected nothing else, my sweet dove. I must say, if you continue supplying me with excellent notes making me look good, I might just take you with me from here on out. You have already proven more useful than your brother,” King Maximilian smiled, sipping his coffee, while William grinned even bigger.
“Fine by me, Papa,” he laughed. “No objections at all.”
“Oh, by the way,” Victoria interjected, trying to change the subject, “Hendrik was kind enough to invite us to visit his estate after today’s meeting is adjourned. It’s quite nearby, and he seemed very keen on showing us around. I’d love to see it. Could we?”
Maximilian raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on his lips. “Did he now? Well, that sounds positively delightful. I suppose we should oblige such a gracious invitation then.”
William chuckled. “Indeed, it would be rude to decline such a generous offer. Plus, I’m curious to see this estate of the dear Duke who has our Victoria so intrigued. I might just postpone the ride and see if Wilhelmina wouldn’t mind accompanying me for a visit to the Duke’s home instead.”
Victoria blushed slightly but smiled. “I’m not intrigued, just polite. It’s located on the isle, so I am sure it will be a pleasant visit with lovely scenery. Now, can we please focus on surviving another day of meetings?”
“I have never seen anyone so eager to attend a meeting. How commendable, sweet sister, even though it is obviously only so you can later discuss tulips and windmills with oooh aaah Hendrik,” he teased, making kissing noises and dodging his sister’s playful swats.
Victoria shot back with a grin, “Well, if you can pry yourself away from cantering through Windenburg’s scenery with oooh aaah Mina, perhaps you can join us so you can observe Hendrik is merely being proper and polite.”
“Speaking of proper, children, would you please behave at least remotely regally? This wouldn’t be appropriate at our own palace, let alone at a royal residence we are merely visiting. I am sure allowing you to remain in the meeting yesterday already earned me the reputation of being a pushover father. No need to underline it by having you both behave like toddlers at the breakfast table. I am not keen on having my authority as Henford’s king questioned by the attending monarchy and aristocracy. Oh, there is our gracious host, King Ludwig. I needed to catch him under four eyes before the meeting. Excuse me.” smirking, King Maximilian finished the rest of his coffee, rose and walked off.
William looked over his shoulder, then leaned in towards his sister.
“So, did you really not know there was a paparazzo, or was that intentional to make you-know-who jealous? I wasn’t even joking; your Hendrik looks like he could be Liam’s long-lost brother.”
She lowered the cup she was drinking from to shoot her brother a glare.
“How in the world would I have known there would be a photographer hiding in the vegetation of your fiancée’s castle gardens, hm? And they don’t look that much alike,” she shook her head, then took a sip. “But I will admit I am not too bothered by the headlines, and the photos aren’t bad. Hendrik looks dashing in that light, and I look surprisingly happy. One can only hope certain people might see that and wonder if they made the right choices. I will keep my opinions on him choosing our boring cousin over me to myself.” She shot her brother a mischievous grin.
“Ah, the plot thickens! Who knew my sweet sister could be so delightfully cunning? I must say, I’m impressed,” William said, a playful glint in his eyes.
“As they say, when the going gets tough, the tough get going. You-know-who made things tough for me, so I got going. And I must say, things just seem to fall into place. Who knew? This has been a very enlightening journey. I discovered I rather enjoy those things you and Papa do, boring as they might be at times, but it helped me decide on a direction for my university applications. Henk was kind enough to shed quite some light on it. He is enrolled at the University of Britchester, just like you, in International Affairs, which sounds enticing,” Victoria replied, her voice steady but with a hint of excitement.
“Oh, so Hendrik is now Henk, huh? Our good Duke works fast, moving up from ‘Lord DeWinter’ to ‘Henk’ in record time! Keeps getting better and better. I smell some HENKy-panky…” William wiggled his eyebrows playfully, his grin widening.
Victoria laughed, shaking her head. “I thought naughty headlines were your forte. And why not? If Henk really were to have the kind of interest in me as you and Papa seem to assume, I wouldn’t even argue. Why would I? He is handsome, smart, funny, entertaining, and above all, present. So, what’s good for the goose… well, in my case, the gander… is good for the goose. At least I wasn’t caught smooching behind some abandoned shed like you-know-who. Henk and I were just walking. Hardly can imagine anything more innocent.”
William chuckled, the sound echoing softly in the grand hall. “Well, you innocent goose, Papa is waving at us from the doorway. It’s time to assemble for the meeting. After you, M’lady.” He stood up, offering his arm to his sister, but pulled it back when he saw Hendrik approaching, bowing politely.
“Good morning, Your Highnesses. I hope I’m not interrupting?” Hendrik asked after bowing to them, his tone respectful, his eyes briefly meeting Victoria’s with a warm, genuine smile.
Victoria felt a flutter in her chest but maintained her composure. “Good morning, Hendrik. Not at all, we were just heading to the meeting,” she replied, her voice calm and poised.
The grand hall was filling with the soft clinking of silverware from dishes being cleared off tables and the murmur of conversations as the meeting participants all started making their way to the meeting room, a stark contrast to the undercurrent of emotions swirling within Victoria. She glanced at William, who gave her an encouraging nod, before turning back to Hendrik with a smile.
“Lord DeWinters, perhaps you wouldn’t mind accompanying my sister to the meeting. I just remembered that I need to fetch something from my room anyway. If you would then excuse me, Victoria, Your Grace,” William winked at his sister and walked off, leaving Victoria blushing slightly.
“I hope you slept well, my dear Victoria,” Hendrik said, his voice softening as he offered her his arm, which she linked hers into as they made their way to the meeting room.
The sound of their footsteps echoed softly in the grand hallway, mingling with the distant clinking of glasses from the breakfast room.
“Oh, yes, thank you for asking. And you?” Victoria replied, her cheeks still a bit pink.
“Only the sweetest dreams, until I woke up to the news and realized not all of it was a dream…” Hendrik smiled charmingly, making Victoria’s blush deepen.
Later, with the meeting now in full swing, King Gaetano Rinaldi of Tartosa, William and Victoria’s uncle, was talking. The room was filled with the soft murmur of discussions and the occasional rustle of papers. William covertly slipped his sister a folded note. Unfolding it under the table, she read: ‘Guess we found someone who does think of you in THAT way…’ Victoria instantly remembered her conversation with William on the private jet.
She looked over at him; he winked, wiggled his eyebrows, covertly pointing in the direction where Hendrik and his father were seated. Victoria saw Hendrik watching her, smiling as their eyes met, making her blush again.
Rosewood Estate, Henfordshire
Residence of the Kensingtons
Liam sat in his room, scrolling through the news on his phone when he saw the photos. His heart sank as he looked at the images of Victoria and Hendrik. She seemed happy, genuinely happy. And he couldn’t help admitting that the man she was photographed with was handsome, her arm linked into his, they made an attractive couple, her laughing hard at something he must have said while he was clearly looking at her in that certain way a man looks at a girl they really like.
And that man was revealed to be some Duke from an old noble house Liam had never heard of; all he knew was that man well outranked him. He couldn’t help but think that she had moved on, just as he always knew she would.
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