Cromwell Palace, Royal Gala Hall, Henfordshire

Sipping on champagne, King Maximilian turned around when he felt someone behind him, turning to his best friend with a smile, as John’s eyes never left the object of his interest, and it clearing wasn’t the king.

“Ah, there you are, John. I was starting to think you stood me up, old friend.” Max now told him.

“I didn’t realize I was your date, Your Majesty, won’t your wife take offense? Speaking of, who is that charming creature your beautiful queen is speaking with over there?”

Turning his head, Max grinned when it dawned on him why his friend had been so distracted, still grinning he turned back.

“That? Oh, that is the Queen Consort of Windenburg, King Alexander von Ahrensberg’s new wife, Helena. Fishing the tadpole pond again, my old friend? And this time a lady who’s already spoken for. Tssk tsssk.”

John shot him a glare, and Max had a hard time keeping a straight face, well aware John already knew he was only messing with him.

“Oh, apologies, you meant the other lady. That would be the queen’s dear mother, Clara. Quite close to your own age bracket, my dear John.”

“Oh dear, a queen mum, huh? I had no idea…”

“Did I mention she’s a widow? And I found her to be quite an engaging conversationalist. Very well-versed in many subjects, not another dull aristocratic bore,” Max grinned, seeing the interest spark in John’s eyes.

“I am merely trying to keep up with the who’s who, to avoid embarrassing you.”

“How kind. Let’s go over and have a chat.”

“Uh no, Max. I know what you’re doing, and I couldn’t possibly. Not after… you know. Thanks to dear Charlene and her nefarious actions, I have a rather blemished reputation. I can’t have you associated with all that by having you introduce me to other royals.”

“Oh, nonsense! By your logic, I would be responsible for all my late brother has done, and I decidedly resent that! You shall meet her, and you will be charming to her, I insist on it! With me now, it’s a royal order, Lord John.”

“Your Majesty can be quite the…”

“Careful now, John. I have been known to throw a punch or two in adverse situations,” Max grinned, placing a hand on his friend’s back as they approached the group. Queen Aria-Grace turned to her husband, placing a gentle hand on his arm, her eyes filled with warmth. She smiled, being the perfect hostess.

The royal couple of Windenburg stood nearby, radiating their newlywed joy. King Alexander von Ahrensberg had recently been coronated, and his wife, Queen Helena, had received her title and styles on the same day. Alongside them stood Helena’s mother, Baroness Clara von Hohenstein.

Baroness Clara was an attractive woman in her late middle age, with striking features that hinted at her German, Dutch, and Scandinavian heritage. Her elegant posture and refined grace were captivating. She had a warm, kind smile, and her eyes sparkled with intelligence and a touch of mischief. Her blond/grey mixed hair was styled in soft waves that framed her face. She wore a sophisticated evening gown in deep emerald green that highlighted her timeless beauty. The gown had intricate lace details on the bodice and sleeves, and it flowed elegantly to the floor. She accessorized with a delicate diamond necklace and matching earrings that added a touch of sparkle.

“Oh darling, there you are. And Lord John, have you met Baroness Clara von Hohenstein of Windenburg? Baroness, may I introduce my husband’s dearest and oldest friend, The Most Honourable Marquess John Montfort-Yates of Montfort and Earl of Britchester as well as Admiral of our Royal Navy. Baroness Clara is the mother of Queen Helena,” Aria-Grace said, her hand still resting affectionately on Max’s arm.

John Montfort-Yates, a rather burly figure with formerly thick deep black hair and beard, now salt and pepper, his face wrinkled from spending a majority of his life in the Royal Navy, he nodded respectfully. Dressed in a white tie ensemble, he cut a distinguished figure. He wore a black tailcoat with a white waistcoat and a crisp white dress shirt. A white bow tie adorned his collar, and he paired the outfit with black trousers and polished black leather shoes. The Royal Navy insignia on his tailcoat added to his dignified appearance.

“Baroness von Hohenstein,” Lord John greeted, taking her hand gently and brushing a light kiss over her knuckles, his eyes twinkling. “A pleasure to meet you. I’ve heard much about your grace and beauty, but words hardly do you justice.”

Baroness Clara’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she withdrew her hand. “Why, thank you, Lord Montfort-Yates. I’ve heard quite a bit about you as well. Your reputation precedes you.”

John’s expression faltered slightly, a shadow crossing his features. “Ah, I see. Mostly dismal things, in regard to my poor choice of mate, I must assume. Former mate, I might add. The marriage was annulled, mercifully.”

Clara noticed the change and her expression softened. “I would be lying were I to deny that. However, we haven’t had the pleasure before now, Lord John, and I tend to reserve the right to form my own opinions on people upon meeting them myself, rather than base them on idle gossip. We can’t be held responsible for other people’s actions—including in your and your former wife’s case. Sometimes you don’t know a person until they let you. Besides, your gentlemanly manners speak volumes. After all, I hardly believe you would be such a close confidant to the dear king were you anything but the proper gentleman I have met you as thus far.”

John chuckled softly, the lines around his eyes crinkling. “I’d like to think so, Baroness.”

Max decided to add some humor, patting John on the back with a smile. “If John were any more gentlemanly, we’d have to get him fitted for a clergy habit. Not a mean bone in his body.”

John shot him a mock glare, unable to keep a straight face. “Ah, Max, you do love to jest. But don’t worry, I haven’t become too tame. I assure you, Baroness, there’s still plenty of fire left in this old hearth.”

Baroness Clara’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “Well, Lord John, I do find a well-tended fire quite comforting. As long as it doesn’t burn down the house, of course.”

Max and Aria-Grace exchanged a knowing glance, both amused by the palpable chemistry between their friend and the baroness.

Helena, noticing the chemistry between her mother and Lord John, chimed in. “Mama, wouldn’t it be lovely to have a dance with Lord John?”

John hesitated, looking a bit flustered. “Oh, I’m afraid I’m not much of a dancer. Two left feet, I am sorry to say.” He declined politely, ignoring King Max’s nudge and glare, knowing his friend clearly was interested in the baroness but feeling inadequate despite her encouraging words.

Aria-Grace, quick on her feet, smiled. “In that case, perhaps a walk in the fresh air would suit you better, my Lord? It is rather stuffy in here and our dear friends from Windenburg arrived rather late due to inclement weather, delaying their departure. The baroness is rather fond of gardening, and I am sure she would enjoy our gardens a lot. You wouldn’t deny her that pleasure, would you?” John’s glance went to a gleefully smirking Max, an eyebrow raised. He sighed, then smiled.

“I wouldn’t dream of it. That sounds delightful, my Queen. Baroness,” John replied, offering his arm.

“Oh, I’d love to see the gardens, heard so much about them, but only if you could bring yourself to call me Clara.”

“Agreed, if you will call me John.”

As they walked away, the remaining group smiled. King Alexander spoke first. “Maximilian and Aria-Grace, I wasn’t aware that part of your duties at this court include matchmaking. Then again, my dear mother-in-law seemed quite taken. Hope your friend John enjoys opinions, for she certainly has a lot of them.” laughing, he endure a playful swat by his wife.

“Oh, Alex! Don’t listen to him, my mother does know what she wants, that is true, but she is very polite as well. I haven’t seen her like this since Dad died. My siblings and I thought she was lonely, but no matter what we tried, she wasn’t interested, only ever kept talking about Dad. Hopefully, she won’t bore Lord John with those old stories.”

“John isn’t easily bored. I would know, he spends a lot of time with me.” Max joked.

***

In the opulent Grand Ballroom, the guest of honor, Princess Royale Victoria, smiled up at Duke Hendrik DeWinter. The grand chandeliers cast a warm glow over the room, illuminating the elegant gathering of royals and dignitaries celebrating her milestone birthday.

“I do apologize, Henk, what did you say? I think I… missed it,” Victoria said, her mind clearly elsewhere.

“So absent-minded tonight, and on your big day too. What’s wrong, my dear? You should be doing proverbial cartwheels, it’s your 18th birthday. I barely remember much of my own 18th birthday celebration, probably for the better, as the parts I do remember would make a sailor blush, that’s how much fun I had,” Hendrik said with a charming grin.

Victoria forced a smile. “Oh, no no no, I am having fun. I just need to… umm… visit the lavatory real quick. Excuse me,” she said hastily, then rushed out of the Grand Ballroom. She navigated the lavish corridors of the main building of the royal palace until she found a quiet hallway, where she stopped to lean against a wall and sighed deeply. Looking up, she saw the grand portraits of her family members, including her own, brand-new, having just finished sitting for it 3 weeks ago. She stuck her tongue out at her portrait in frustration. A disapproving “tssk tssk tssk” behind her made her turn. “Liam!”

“Rude of you, princess. Sticking out tongues isn’t very proper,” Liam teased, standing there in his Royal Guard uniform which Victoria could barely keep her eyes off.

“Not rude if you do it to yourself. Look at me, hanging up there, I look like a doll from the 18th century. Argh!”

“I think you look beautiful and regal. Not as beautiful and regal as you do in real life, but close enough,” Liam said softly, his eyes full of admiration.

Her flustered expression melted into a surprised smile. “Wait, did you just pay me a compliment?”

“Is it a compliment or just the truth?”

“Liam, why didn’t you come to my party? I only turn 18 once. I have waited all night.”

“I am on duty,” Liam responded, a hint of regret in his voice.

“You’re on duty, Liam? On my BIRTHDAY?! Why?! And if you were here this entire time, why is this the first I have seen of you?! Instead of standing around like a gingerbread man, you should have asked me to dance!” she started excitedly, then quickly lowered her voice as her words echoed off the hallways.

“I don’t get to pick my days off just yet and I can’t be seen dancing at a party when I am supposed to be at my post,” he whispered back.

“Then why are you lurking in hallways and not at your post? Where are you posted anyway?! How long have you been here? Don’t you dare tell me now you have been at the palace for weeks and didn’t bother to make your presence known to me! I swear I will do things I might eventually regret!” Victoria whisper-yelled, raising an eyebrow.

Liam grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “I was assigned just today to keep an eye on the birthday girl, an assignment of great honor which I was awarded because I completed my training with highest marks. And I would imagine some outside help by someone who knows I would not think twice to risk my life to save yours. Our princess is rather something, they say. Has a penchant for slipping away from the guards, I was told. And I really don’t know where I will be posted tomorrow.”

“Great. Who would then? I would hate to have to scour through however many hundred Royal Guards are posted around the palace grounds just to get to tell you hello.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, princess? I won’t know my assignment until tomorrow morning, I can’t have phones while on duty, I can’t wander off, I wouldn’t know how to let you know.”

“Fine. I might ask Papa to help me figure it out.”

“Since the ball is to run into the late night, I might even get tomorrow off, to catch up on rest. I really can’t know. And please don’t bother your father with that. As if His Majesty has nothing better to do than search for one guard in a sea of several thousand.”

“If he knows what’s good for him… he shouldn’t have accepted your application to begin with. I am gonna have words with him about that. What was he thinking?”

“The King doesn’t approve applications, Victoria.”

“Well, obviously he should be. You can’t be a guard, Liam. You have to quit. I hate this.”

“Oh, Victoria, don’t you remember that it is improper for people of our elevated status to have such strong feelings. You can dislike. It may dismay you. But no hating.”

“Oh, don’t you stand there now and explain court etiquette to me! It is also rude for a gentleman to ignore or utilize against her a lady’s affections, even if unrequited. A prompt and clear sign of intention is required!” she recited dramatically.

“Doesn’t apply here. You know how I feel. I told you. Several times. I can’t make it more clear. But you also know why that is absolutely unreasonable. I forgot the phrasing, but that book you recited from also has passages worth about the impropriety of courting outside of your own rank levels. My level of Viscount of a tiny area in the sticks is so far below your proper level of rank, that just us talking here is already in violation.”

“Oh right, Liam, let’s go and share that keen insight with my parents, considering my mother is a former commoner. How many ranks would you say was that outside my father’s, considering he wasn’t king then, but crown prince. To use your words: doesn’t apply here. I will rest your case for you, Viscount.” Victoria was ready to argue, which is why Liam’s response completely disarmed her.

“You know, you looked like a vision when you walked into that ballroom. Completely stole the show. Nobody could see anything but you.”

“You were there…” It was a statement, not a question. He nodded slightly. “I was there.”

Victoria’s heart fluttered at his words, and without thinking, she grabbed his hand. “Come with me,” she whispered, pulling him towards the nearby door, down a flight of stone stairs, through another door into the royal wine cellars.

Once inside, surrounded by the dim light and rows of vintage bottles, Liam looked around nervously. “You know it’s unsafe for you to be down here alone, right?”

“How could it be unsafe? And I am not alone, I have a Royal Guard with me,” Victoria teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Before he could respond, she leaned in and kissed him, her arms wrapping around his neck, his snaking around her waist. The kiss lasted a long time, it was a moment of pure emotion, the culmination of years of unspoken feelings.

Liam pulled back, looking torn. “Victoria, we can’t. It’s not allowed, even illegal, for me as a member of the Royal Guard to kiss a royal princess. I could go to prison for it. And what about Duke DeWinter? He’s your consort, he’s who you should be kissing, not me.”

There was an awkward pause until Victoria looked up at him with a mix of innocence and passion in her eyes. “I’ve had one single real kiss in my entire life so far before this one, and it wasn’t Hendrik.” While she didn’t say it, her words instantly reminded him of the time at his home, some weeks before her abduction, when he told her he loved her and just kissed her while they were arguing, weeks before he joined the Royal Guard.

“Me?” he asked almost soundlessly. She nodded softly, tilting her head, her eyes sad.

“Why don’t you want me, Liam? You said you loved me, but no matter how I try, you push me away the minute I get closer,” she added painfully.

Liam’s expression softened, his voice pleading. “Nothing has changed in the way I feel about you, Victoria. But I can’t. I’d be court-martialed.”

“Then why did you join if you knew all that?” she demanded.

“I signed up after you were taken. You had been gone for over a week by then, and they kept telling us you wouldn’t come back. I didn’t want to believe you were gone; I didn’t want to give up hope until I had to, until they had proof. I just felt that you’d come back, I wanted to be able to protect you and your family once you did, so I enrolled. I received word that I had been accepted the day they found you, which is why I came straight to you to tell you about it. Besides, I’m not good enough for you. It may be fun and romantic, you and me, but it would never withstand the public scrutiny and pressures. The press would dig up the truth about my mother, and then my heritage, the fact that I was a stableboy, and truthfully, that is who I am, still, and who I always will be, Victoria. A stableboy. Not fit for a princess.”

“You know my parents wouldn’t object. They like you, as does my brother. And Jack.”

“Maybe. But they, too, would undergo scrutiny. The Cromwells and their story, and all the headlines and drama, would be regurgitated everywhere again, along with mine. House Cromwell would look terrible.”

“Liam, nobody in my entire family can even accidentally stumble in public without it being all over the news the next day. Some of it is true, most of it is a lie. Do you really think us being in the headlines again would really bother anyone in my family? It’s a Tuesday, for us, Liam. I don’t accept that as a good enough excuse. Try harder.”

“I will go to jail after being court-martialed for breaking one of the main rules for members of the Guard.”

“That is the most idiotic rule I have ever heard of.”

“Tell your great-great-great-grandfather. He came up with it.”

“If I could, I would. Then Papa, as the current ruler, has to change it.”

“Victoria… let it go. We need to get back upstairs and you back to your party. I insist, as my duty, on your father’s behalf.” He bowed and gestured to the door.

“Or what? You’ll arrest me? Oh, this I have to see. I refuse. So there.” She stepped backward, arms crossed across her chest, her face defiant.

Liam hesitated, then grinned, grabbing the princess and tossing her over his shoulder as he left the wine cellar.

He arrived outside the door of the Grand Royal Gala hall, where the king and queen were getting some air. Liam planted a complaining Victoria down in front of them, then saluted. “Your Majesties, the princess has been successfully retrieved.” He stepped backward and stood at attention.

“At ease, Lieutenant. And thank you,” the king said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“So what, now you are a retriever? Shall I throw a ball for you to fetch?” Victoria exploded, making her parents barely able to keep a straight face.

“Your Highness,” Liam said, aggravating her even more. Furious, she punched him in the side. With a loud clink she yelped in pain. “OWW! Why is that so hard?!”

“There is metal beneath the fabric, Your Highness,” said Liam.

Victoria glared at him, shocked, rubbing her hand, while turning to her parents who were laughing hard now, but stopped when they noticed their daughter’s glares.

“Oh, this is funny then? I don’t find it funny. Look at him, he’s a Royal Guard!” Victoria pointed at Liam, standing by stiffly.

Laughing, King Maximilian shrugged. “I can see that, but don’t make it sound like a terrible disease. It’s a great honor. Good job, Liam, stand at ease, please. I heard you graduated with highest marks and recommendations. And seeing the evidence before me, you are skilled.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Liam replied, relaxing his position, while the queen addressed her daughter.

“Victoria, it’s time for the birthday girl to go in and dance a little. Come on, baby. You as well, Lieutenant. Please do join us, as a reward for… retrieving… our daughter,” Queen Aria-Grace said, her hand resting affectionately on her husband’s arm.

“Pardon, Your Majesty, but that is not allowed,” Liam responded, when the king turned to him.

“That is your queen inviting you, Liam. You really want to deny the queen’s wish?” Max said, amused.

“Ummm, no, Your Majesty, but…” Liam stuttered. With a mischievous grin, Victoria turned to her parents.

“Oh, don’t I get to make a wish for my birthday?” she probed, clearly with an agenda.

“I am neither a fairy nor a wishing well, baby, but it is your 18th birthday, so you can wish for whatever you like. Who could refuse you on this big day? Especially after all that happened,” her mother told her.

Victoria’s smile turned into a grin as she looked at Liam. “Oh, did you hear that, Liam? Whatever I like. Who could refuse me on my big day? Especially after all I have been through. Don’t you agree, Lieutenant?”

“I do, Your Highness.”

“Fantastic. So, we agree. You see, Lieutenant, I rather feel like dancing now, lots and lots of dancing. But I would need a partner. Well?”

Liam just stood stiffly, staring in between the king, the queen, and Victoria, who now stomped like a toddler. “Liam! Ask me to dance already!” she demanded, the king’s eyes grew wide, trying to hide a chuckle.

“Oh, dear goodness, Lieutenant, please do go on, quickly, it’s a royal order. We won’t have the princess upset like this on her birthday now.”

“Of course not, Your Majesty!” Liam bowed to the king, then offered his arm to Victoria, leading the princess to the dancefloor, she could barely hide the victorious smirk, when she leaned over and whispered, “you could have had that SO much easier, Liam …. You can’t outstubborn my stubborn. Mine is genetic, remember that in future.”

With a sigh, Liam responded as they arrived at the dancefloor, “I’ll remind you of this as I write to you lonely letters from prison. In Siberia, probably. I’ll write you daily until I lost all fingers to frostbite.” Laughing, she turned to him as they lined up for the waltz.

“Don’t be so melodramatic. You know how you always tell me how I am too this and too that and too royal for you? Well, Liam, let’s put my influence and power to the test then, shall we? I am the daughter of the king, and I demanded you dance with me. Mama and Papa will confirm, and both even invited you to join us. What were you to do? Deny the king, the queen and the princess, second in line to the throne, for a dance? I think you have it all wrong. You’d be punished if you were NOT dancing with me right now. You protect me, I protect you. Nobody will touch you. Just watch. And if anyone dares, I can be quite forceful if I really want something. “

“Tell me about it. Look at everybody staring. I will get in so much trouble for this …”

“No, you won’t. Enough of this now. Relax already, dancing with you feels like dancing with a mannequin. You’re so stiff. It’s not fun,” she ranted, pulling him this way and that to loosen him up when Liam’s eyes met Duke Hendrik, who looked taken aback at the princess’ choice of dance partner.

“Victoria, stop poking me! Your date is testing if looks can or can’t kill and he is almost succeeding. I need to get back to my post now. Please.”

“According to you, your assignment for tonight is to protect me. How better to do that when you are right next to me? Listen Liam, you have been telling me nothing but ‘no’ almost ever since we first met years ago, always with a new reason, but now I finally have you here and I won’t let you go until I have to. Try to leave, and I will create a scene nobody will ever forget.” Victoria’s voice was sincere.

“You might have no choice but to let me go. The duke is on his way over. He outranks me by a mile. If he wants to cut in, I have no choice.”

“Excuse me, mind if I cut in?” Hendrik had reached them and immediately attempted to take over, Liam was trying to pull away, but Victoria held on to him, pulling his hand back to where it had been on her waist, smiling at Hendrik.

“Yes, apologies, Henk, we do mind. So sorry, but I am enjoying this dance right now. Maybe later,” with that she danced away with Liam.

“That was kind of rude …” Liam moaned.

“How? It is my blasted birthday; he is here to celebrate me; ALL those people are here to celebrate ME, everyone keeps telling me ‘anything you want, Victoria‘. Well, Victoria wants this and with you, so there! They need to quit saying that if they don’t mean it, or start meaning it, and I intend to help them. Tomorrow, when it is not my birthday anymore, I will be the proper princess again. But tonight. we do what I want. And maybe he outranks you, but not me. So there. Now quite groaning and dance as it’s fit for a birthday party!”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

***

The next morning, Princess Victoria walked down the stairs groaning, holding her head from the noise. The sounds of departing guests from the previous night’s celebration filled the air, as nobles and royals alike accumulated in and outside the grand entrance, waiting to enter their respective limousines to be taken to their destinations. Like most other kingdoms, Henfordshire considered everyone an adult at the age of 18, granting them the legal right to vote, drive, and drink. Most 18th birthday celebrations included lots of alcohol, and the princess was no exception. Hers had been a white tie gala in the ballroom of a royal castle, but still not much different from other landmark celebrations, and she was now paying the price with a hangover.

When she arrived in the foyer, she saw luggage piled high from all the birthday guests departing. A little away from the stream stood Hendrik DeWinter. Victoria went over to him.

“Are you leaving?” she asked, her voice tinged with disappointment.

“Oh, good morning to you, princess. Although, it looks like yours will be better after some pain medication. Long night?” Hendrik replied, raising an eyebrow with a teasing smile.

Victoria straightened up, trying to deny it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m perfectly fine.”

Hendrik chuckled softly. “Of course you are.”

“Why are you leaving? You said you were staying the week,” Victoria wondered.

Hendrik’s expression turned slightly bitter. “I was, but plans have changed.”

“What plans? I was going to take you to practice your riding skills,” Victoria insisted, her annoyance evident.

“Victoria, you don’t look in the best condition to go riding. And well, you made it quite clear to me yesterday that I misread your level of interest in me. My mistake. I shouldn’t bother you,” Hendrik said, his tone a mix of hurt and resignation.

“You’re running away because you’re pouting?” Victoria grimaced, feeling the weight of her hangover pressing down on her.

“Victoria, I thought you liked me,” Hendrik said, his voice tinged with frustration.

“I do like you. Very much, actually,” Victoria responded, trying to steady herself.

“Then prove it. Go on a proper date with me, just the two of us. Romantically,” Hendrik demanded, his intensity growing.

Victoria’s expression softened but was filled with regret. “Wow. Okay, I can’t do this right now. I can’t even think straight, let alone respond properly. I can’t princess enough right now. I need coffee. Excuse me…” She turned to walk away, but Hendrik grabbed her arm and turned her around to face him again. The quick movement agitated her birthday party hangover, she got light-headed, her knees giving out and she began to fall.

Four arms grabbed her, stabilizing her dazed body awkwardly in the middle.

“You again?! Guard, I have this. Step aside,” Hendrik demanded.

“Negative, Your Grace. It is my duty,” the Royal Guard Liam replied firmly.

“I am a Duke and outrank you. Let go!”

“Not affirmative. I ask you to unhand the princess this instant or I will be granted the use of force against your person.” Liam responded calmly and unwavering.

Within moments, the men started to brawl, only to be pulled apart by other guards.

***

King Maximilian, looking to be in a similar condition as his daughter—who had been taken back up to her suite to rest up—sat behind his desk, his regal demeanor slightly dulled by a hangover. He blinked against the few rays of sunlight that fell into his royal study through the thick curtains, rubbing his temples.

“Your Grace has the energy to pick a fight with one of my Royal Guards on a day after such a feast? Youth truly is wasted on the young,” he said, his tone wry.

Hendrik stood tall, though still showing signs of irritation. “Your Majesty, I was assisting your daughter, who had gotten light-headed when the guard interjected, unnecessarily.”

“Your Majesty, I was fulfilling my duty! I was assigned to the princess on her birthday,” the Lieutenant protested, standing at attention, his voice steady.

Hendrik’s face turned red with anger. “That was yesterday, you self-righteous …” He turned aggressively towards Liam, clearly about to attack.

Maximilian quickly intervened, his tone stern. “Hendrik, please refrain from touching my guards, especially unprovoked. I am officially required to punish you for it, so let’s just avoid all that.” He turned to the Lieutenant, his expression softening. “Lieutenant, if the Duke was already helping Victoria, why did you intervene? And why still, as the good Duke pointed out, her birthday was yesterday. And please, stand at ease.”

The Lieutenant relaxed. “I am aware, Your Majesty, but I have not been dismissed, so my shift has not ended yet. Hence, to me, it is technically still yesterday. In a way,” he responded.

Maximilian rubbed his temples again, trying to keep his composure. “Ah, I see. Well, then please be excused to end your shift and join us again in the here and now. And get some rest, Lieutenant. I know you need it. You know how I know that? Because I was at the same party and most certainly do. I wouldn’t have gotten caught up in all this had I not graciously offered my equally affected wife to stay in bed while I fetched us coffee, since we didn’t allow the breakfast to enter our suite with all its currently rather unfavorable scents.”

“Yes, Your Majesty!” As the Lieutenant snapped to attention, saluted, and marched out, Hendrik turned back to the king. “You let him off?”

“Indeed. He has done nothing wrong. Apologies that you got caught up in the crosshairs of his duties. Maybe a good glass of Glenfiddich could make up for it?” the king offered, trying to ease the tension.

Hendrik raised an eyebrow. “On a hangover? I might be more drinkfast than your daughter, but am not as brave as you, Your Majesty.”

“Well, as my late brother used to say, the best cure for a hangover is to keep drinking. He would know, he always followed his own advice, much to my dismay.”

“You are aware that he is sweet on your daughter? The Lieutenant. And it would appear she is rather charmed by that fact,” Hendrik asked plainly.

Maximilian sighed again, feeling the weight of his responsibilities. “Possibly. Alas, my powers don’t reach into people’s feelings to steer them as I wish, least of all my own family’s.”

“Your Majesty, I am sure you couldn’t help but notice that I enjoy your daughter’s company tremendously, and dare to say, she gets joy from my presence. I was rather hoping… well… how shall I put it…” Hendrik stammered.

The king handed him a glass of whiskey, clinking his against it. “Oh, I know what you are saying. Again, as I already told you, my hands are tied. I am not in control of other people’s actions and emotions, dear Duke.”

“Would your Majesty be offended if I tried my luck anyway? May I have your permission to court your daughter Victoria?” Hendrik inquired hopefully.

“Not at all offended. As they say, knock yourself out, Your Grace. Just be mindful it’s not my Royal Guards who decide to knock you out. Tread lightly, that’s all. Bear in mind the harrowing experiences my poor daughter has endured lately and know our Royal Guards are not very forgiving at the moment for that very reason, and neither am I. I like you, and clearly, so does my daughter, but I can’t and above all, won’t, choose for her, nor tell her whom she should favour. Do as you wish, but remain a gentleman. If Victoria isn’t as enchanted as you might hope, I expect you to accept it without further fuss.”

“Of course. Understood. Would Your Majesty be offended if I were to change my mind about my departure and remain at the palace for the originally planned week?”

“Quit wondering if I am offended, Hendrik. If I am, believe me, you will be the first to know. I am not shy. Please, enjoy your stay,” the king replied with a smile.

***

Days after her birthday, after having spent two days with Duke Hendrik monopolizing most of her spare time, Princess Victoria managed to evade him for a solitary ride. Mounted on her favorite cremello mare, Royal Symphony, she trotted through the lush countryside. On her way back, her gaze fell upon Rosewood Manor, the stately home of Liam, his older half-sister Lady Claire, and their father, Earl George Kensington, located near the royal stables. Curiosity piqued, she guided Royal Symphony into a light canter towards the estate.

Her sudden change of direction brought commotion in the formation of Royal Guards following her at a respectful distance. As she circled the manor, admiring the sprawling horse pastures, her eyes landed on the pool. There, doing laps, was Liam. Mesmerized, she watched from horseback, her heart fluttering as he moved through the water with effortless grace. When he finally noticed her, his eyes widened in shock. He quickly pulled himself out of the pool, grabbing a small towel to cover up, his nerves evident in his awkward movements.

“Princess Victoria! What a… surprise,” Liam stammered, his voice betraying his nervousness.

Victoria, equally flustered, managed a smile. “I… I was just riding by and thought I’d… say hello.”

Before the awkwardness could deepen, Earl George Kensington came running out, flustered. “Princess Victoria! Your Highness, what an honor to have you here. Liam, don’t just stand there half-naked. Offer the princess some tea and be a proper host!”

Liam, still trying to cover himself with the small towel, protested, “Father, I’m sure the princess was just about to ride out. She wouldn’t be interested in—”

“I would love some tea, riding made me feel rather parched,” Victoria interrupted, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Thank you for the invitation, Earl Kensington.”

The household was thrown into a flurry of activity. Lady Claire appeared, looking equally flustered, and began issuing orders to the staff to prepare refreshments. Liam, still dripping wet, took the reigns from Victoria, while his father and sister welcomed Victoria inside, before his father’s voice roared up.

“What do you think your are doing, boy?”

“Tending to Her Highness’ horse …”

“Oh for heaven’s sake, get in the house, NOW. Walter, here, do your job. Give the horse excellent treatment.”

“Walter, offer feed and water to the guards’ horses too, and some refreshments for the riders.” Liam added, receiving a headshake from his father, who was pushing him inside.

“Be a host!” he said, pushing his son into the parlor, where Lady Claire was just leaving Victoria, both smiling politely.

“Uh, yes, ummm, please, make yourself comfortable, Princess,” he said awkwardly, gesturing to a plush chair in the drawing room. “Excuse me while I put on something more appropriate.”

Victoria, trying to hide her amusement at the chaos her presence had caused, tried to keep a straight face. “I’ll stand.”

“All right, I’ll be right back,” he ran out of the room, Victoria turned, looking around at the artwork and decor, mumbling to herself “Don’t have to dress up on my account, I enjoyed the view. It’s a toss-up between that uniform and this, but I think I know which has my vote.” she giggled, but seized when a throat was cleared behind her, she whirled around and saw Liam, still in his towel. She turned beet red, swallowing. “How much of this have you heard?”

His shocked face, turned into a gleeful smile. “Enough to be glad it was me and not my father or sister standing here. Anyway, I came back because I forgot to ask you if you would like some water while you wait, since you said you were … parched.”

With still bright pink cheeks she forced a smile “I’ll just wait for the tea.” Victoria turned redder yet when she caught her eyes wandering to Liam’s chest several times.

“Okay, I … I … I … will be right back then. Unless you want to take a photo for your personal entertainment ….” he winked at her, laughing, as she ran after him, very unroyally, both giggling, when the Earl and Lady Claire turned up in the hallway, Liam and Victoria both froze in mid-run, standing and staring stiffly. When Victoria realized he was holding Liam’s wrist, she let go.

“Umm, right, Lord Liam, meant to ask you if you could point me to the lavatory? Apparently, it’s rather … urgent.” she improvised.

“Oh, please, I will show you. This way, Your Highness.” Claire offered in her sweet and gentle ways, while Liam ran up the stairs.

While whirling through the contents of his closet, after a brief knock on the door, his father entered the room.

“Almost dressed, Father. Can’t decide on a shirt. Maybe you could help?” he asked politely.

The older Earl stepped up, surveying the selection of shirts with a discerning eye. Without hesitation, he reached in and pulled out a crisp, white dress shirt with subtle silver cufflinks. The shirt was perfectly tailored, exuding a sense of refined elegance suitable for tea with a royal.

“Here, Liam. This one will do,” the Earl said, handing him the shirt.

Liam nodded, taking the shirt and quickly slipping it on. He straightened the collar, trying to calm his nerves as he prepared to face Princess Victoria.

Lord Kensington turned to Liam; his face flushed with anger. He slammed the closet door shut, making the entire room tremble.

“Liam, what have I done for you to behave so insolently?” he demanded, his voice echoing through the room. “I took you in, gave you a proper name, a title, and a future, my boy, and all you have to do in return is be a proper heir. I love your sister, but you are my chance to carry on a very old and meaningful lineage. However, I have no patience with your defiance and insolence, upsetting high-ranking Dukes and being seen mingling with royal princesses! Who do you think you are, Liam? You’re no longer a stableboy—act accordingly. If you don’t, I will activate my connections, and you will be removed from the Royal Guard and assigned to a consulate abroad where you will spend your days rubberstamping visa applications and holding champagne flutes at galas and such as a Henfordian diplomat, whatever it takes to get your head out of the clouds.”

Liam stood his ground, though his voice wavered slightly. “I am not defiant, father, I have done all you asked me to do, learned all you wanted me to learn, became a member of the Royal Guard, which should make you happy. Now you are upset just because Vic and I were a little playful in the hallway? Father, we are still teens. I am 19, she just turned 18. Do you not remember that you saw more than just duties at our age? It’s harmless, I know my place.”

Lord Kensington’s anger flared, and he took a step closer to Liam, his eyes blazing. “Do you?! I do not think you do, son. Never, ever let me hear you address the Princess Royale just by her first name again, let alone some gutter-like variation of it! I saw you dancing with the princess at the ball as did everyone else, upsetting not just her consort for the night, and I had to answer to the duke’s parents for it. How dare you? In your uniform, no less! Not enough that your sister was clearly the reason young Duke Cameron broke up with the Marquise of Willow Creek, yet, STILL has not had the courtesy to propose to my Claire, now you go and create more issues! I am surprised your superiors haven’t had you incarcerated for it!”

Liam’s frustration boiled over, and he clenched his fists. “I didn’t create anything, I prevented it. It is fine, just as she told me it would be. Nobody said anything about it to me. Well, none of the senior officers anyway. The other guards had quite a lot to say, teasing me. But what was I supposed to do? The king, the queen and the princess all insisted I dance with her.”

Lord Kensington’s voice lowered to a dangerous whisper. “Did they also insist you brawl with the Duke of Zeehaven and the Isles? Are you insane, boy?”

“I didn’t brawl with him, I was doing my job, which was protect the princess. Our king himself deemed my actions appropriate and reprimanded the Duke instead. Again, I only did my job,” Liam retorted, his voice steady but his eyes flashing with defiance.

Lord Kensington’s fury reached its peak, and he slammed his hand down on Liam’s desk. “Fine. If you wish to be stubborn about it, how about I speak to my good old friend then to arrange your departure from the Royal Guard and assign you to something less restrictive, so you can officially court the princess. We’ll take that route then and you will quickly find out how deep the love of the royals for you really runs. I promise you, my boy, the king might entertain your and his daughter’s playfulness, but he won’t if it seems to get serious. If it is heartbreak and public humiliation you are looking for, be my guest. Now get dressed, and fast at that.”

“I can’t court her, nor am I trying to, father! Vic and I are just… friends…” Liam yelled, his voice breaking with emotion. He was silenced by a harsh slap from his father, the sound echoing in the room. Lord Kensington stormed out, slamming the door so hard it made the wall clock fall to the floor.

Liam’s shoulders slumped, and his eyes met his reflection’s in the mirror. “He’s right, you know it. You’re an idiot. What are you even doing? You can’t be seen with the royal princess, you idiot! You need to send her clear signals. Why does she have to be a damn princess? If she were a stable worker and I was suddenly lord, I wouldn’t care either, but then again, that’s still a far cry from being a member of the royal family. I just… argh,” he muttered to himself, frustration and longing mixing in his voice.

After a brief, but pleasant tea in the garden, it came time for Victoria to leave. After stopping him from simply trying to sneak away, Liam’s father demanded he saw the princess off. Now standing there outside the Kensington’s stables to assist her mounting, she hesitated, looking at him.

“What happened? I was wondering why you barely looked at me during tea. Now I see the reason,” she raised her hand and gently traced the still red outline of his father’s hand, until Liam stepped back and averted his head.

“Nothing. Please let it go.”

“Why did he hit you?”

When Liam didn’t respond, she tilted her head.

“Is it because of me? Why would he hit you for my misbehavior? I ran after you in the hallway and grabbed your wrist, it was clear as day.”

“Well, he would never hit you. That would be wrong on a million levels. Not to mention I would hit him back if he did. Punch him out, really.”

“It’s equally wrong for him to hit you!” Victoria fumed. Before Liam could stop her anger, his father and sister joined them. The Earl, still smiling, began, “Princess Victoria, what a pleasure it was to have you stop by. I hope the afternoon tea pleased Your Highness.”

Victoria smiled politely. “The refreshments were excellent, thank you.”

Then, her expression hardened. She grabbed Liam’s chin, turned his face, and pointed at the red mark. “But this doesn’t please me.” Victoria’s voice was icy and sharp as she faced Earl George Kensington. “How dare you?”

The Earl’s smile faded, replaced by a look of confusion and concern. “Your Highness, I assure you, whatever you think you saw—”

“Please don’t treat me like a child or a fool, Earl, I do not think I saw anything, I am certain I am seeing your handprint on his face! Or are you questioning my powers of observation, Earl? This is unacceptable!” she pointed at Liam’s cheek, who was trying to disappear into a hole in the ground, her eyes blazing with fury.

The Earl straightened, attempting to regain his authority. “Your Highness, it’s all taken out of context. Liam was being out of line and needed a reminder of how to behave properly in your presence.”

Without warning, Victoria slapped him across the face, her expression fierce. “So, how does it feel? I didn’t feel you acted properly in my presence either.”

The Earl’s face turned a shade paler, his authority crumbling under the princess’s fierce gaze. He bowed slightly. “Your Highness, I… I do sincerely apologize; I didn’t mean to upset you so. It will not happen again.”

“It better not,” Victoria warned, her voice low and threatening. She then turned to Liam, her expression softening for a moment before she turned back to the Earl. “Have a horse made ready. Liam will accompany me to the palace. I rather need his help with something.”

The Earl’s eyes widened in surprise. “His help? What could my son help you with?”

Victoria’s gaze hardened. “Oh, I don’t think I owe you an explanation or justification for my requests, Lord Kensington!” She then added with a sharp edge to her voice, “Unless you would deny my wish, Earl?”

Clearly challenged, the Earl quickly replied, “Of course, Your Highness. I will see to it at once.”

“Your Highness, shall I change? Maybe into my uniform?” Liam asked, his voice uncertain.

“Are you on duty? I was under the impression that today might be your day off,” Victoria responded, her tone firm yet inquisitive.

“Yes, that is correct. It is my day off,” Liam confirmed, his voice trailing off awkwardly.

“Then why wear a uniform?” Victoria’s eyes twinkled with a mix of curiosity and something gentler.

“I don’t know, Your Highness, I suppose I won’t need to then,” Liam admitted, looking down, feeling a bit foolish.

“Makes two of us. Mount your horse, I am rather in a hurry now,” Victoria said, impatience creeping into her voice.

The farewells were brief, and within moments, Princess Victoria, Liam, and the Royal Guards were enroute.

Riding alongside the princess, Liam broke the silence. “Why did you do that with my father? And why do you need me?” he asked.

Victoria looked over at him, her voice softening. “Well, I did it because I can and because I felt he deserved it. And as we have discussed aplenty of late, because I care about you. I don’t know what I need you for yet, but I am sure I can figure something out.”

Liam’s heart pounded as he looked up, meeting her gaze. “Victoria, I… I don’t know. It feels like every time someone sees us together, there’s resistance and drama. Whispers, disapproving looks, gossip… It feels impossible.”

Victoria’s eyes softened even more, her gaze locking onto his. “Liam, you’re letting them dictate our friendship. We’ve talked about this so much, remember? You are part of nobility now too, there will always be gossip. The higher you rank in society, the crueller the gossip will be. It doesn’t matter what you do. If you do nothing of interest to anyone, they will just manufacture things to say.”

Liam sighed, the weight of his doubts pressing down on him. “I just don’t want to bring you trouble, Vic.”

She gave him a small, reassuring smile. “Oh, don’t worry about me, I can handle myself. I have been taught to since I could barely speak. Now, topic change, is your horse fast, Viscount?” Victoria asked, a playful glint in her eye.

“One of the fastest in the entire kingdom,” Liam replied with a hint of pride.

“Nonsense. No horse is faster than a Cromweller,” Victoria declared, clicking her tongue. She directed her mare into a gallop, Liam immediately catching up, while the guards were momentarily confused and alarmed, then realized it was just the princess and her antics again.

The two raced up to the palace, hooves thundering against the earth. Victoria’s laughter rang out, clear and bright, as she urged Royal Symphony faster. Liam, determined to keep up, pushed his horse to its limits.

“Catch me if you can, Liam!” Victoria called out, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Liam grinned, leaning closer to his horse. “Oh, I will, Vic. Just you wait!”

They weaved through the trees, leapt over small streams, and charged up gentle hills. The wind whipped through their hair, and for a moment, all their worries seemed to fade away.

As they approached the palace gates, Victoria pulled ahead, her mare’s speed unmatched. She dismounted gracefully and ran into the royal garden, her laughter echoing through the air. Liam quickly followed, catching up with her as the guards grinned and shook their heads in the distance, collecting the horses and giving the pair some privacy.

Victoria turned to Liam, a triumphant smile on her face. “I told you my horse was unbeatable!”

Liam chuckled, catching his breath. “Who says I didn’t just let you win, since you’re a royal princess?”

Victoria playfully swatted his arm. “Oh, please. You know I won fair and square.”

Their laughter died down as they stood close, the playful banter giving way to a more intense, unspoken connection. Liam’s resolve to keep his distance was fading fast, his feelings for her undeniable.

Victoria’s eyes softened as she looked up at him. “Liam, thank you for today. It meant a lot.”

Liam’s heart raced, and he gently guided her back against a nearby tree, his body close, his arms on either side of her, effectively blocking her in. “You mean a lot to me, Victoria,” he murmured, their faces inches apart and he leaned in. Just as their lips were about to meet, he pulled back, flustered. “I… I should go. I have duties to attend to.” his eyes wide as he stepped backwards, looking around, almost panicked.

Victoria raised an eyebrow, unamused, clearly disappointed. “Duties? What duties? It’s your day off…”

“Yeah, I know, I have… things… and… I gotta go… do those things … and the other … things … sorry. And goodbye. Thank you again for … well …. everything. And have a nice rest of the afternoon. And… umm… well… thank you,” he stammered, then turned and walked off so fast it was nearly running. Standing confused by the gates, looking around, almost panicked, Victoria caught up to him, bursting into laughter.

“My horse?” he mumbled.

“It’s been taken to the royal stables.” She grabbed his hand, leading him to one of the golf carts. “Come on, I’ll drive you there.”

They arrived at the stables, and as they waited for Liam’s horse to be saddled and brought out, Victoria pulled him into an empty stall. Without a word, she leaned in and kissed him, her lips soft and warm against his.

Liam’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss. For that moment, nothing else mattered, neither of them cared. The world outside the stall faded away, leaving just the two of them and the undeniable connection they shared.