Brooklyn had been sleeping, but she was glad I called. “I heard about the royal guard, so I sorta figured it was him.”

“Yes. It was. And I just got my phone. I would have called sooner.”

“It’s fine. Really. I get it. You’re with the king.”

“I’m not going to be home again tonight.” Damon walked to the bedroom and closed the door. I had a second of privacy to talk to my best friend.

“Why not?”

“I’m attending a royal trip.” It sounded like the best way to put it. I certainly wasn’t going to run through the irrigation issues.

“Holy shit, Mol. That’s crazy.” She suddenly seemed more awake.

“It kinda is, isn’t it?”

“And what about your dissertation?”

I looked at the ceiling. I hadn’t noticed it was carved with ornate designs. “It’s ok if I leave it for another day, right? I’m being spontaneous.”

“Oh, I agree. This is totally spontaneous.”

The bedroom door opened. Damon stood, holding a small overnight bag.

“Hey, I have to go, Brooklyn. But I have my phone now.”

“Thanks for letting me know.”

“I’ll call you later.”

“Bye.”

I hung up.

“Twenty-five minutes,” Damon stated.

“Right. I just need a pair of yoga pants and hair in a bun. I can do that in five.”

He eyed me. “This is an official visit from the palace. It’s going to require more than yoga pants. Ayla is on her way up with a few options.”

“I guess she’s the royal manager?”

“She is.”

I nodded. “All right.” I started to walk past him.

Damon’s hand landed on my wrist. “Molly.”

“Yes?”

“Don’t think for a second that you aren’t stunning in glasses and yoga pants.” He winked and let me continue to the bedroom.

I blushed.

A few minutes later there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

A short woman with her hair pulled into a tight chignon entered. Her blond hair was much lighter than mine. I guessed she was maybe thirty-five. “I’m Ayla. His majesty sent me to present a wardrobe.” She bowed and I felt completely out of place.

I shook my head, trying to convey that protocol was unnecessary with me. I didn’t have an ounce of royal blood.

“I’m Molly. Thanks for your help. I know this was last minute.”

She walked toward me with a garment bag in her arms. She draped it across the bed and unzipped the center.

“We have to work quickly. You only have a few minutes before you need to meet the car downstairs. The king is never late.”

“I’m starting to figure that out.” I looked at the outfits she had selected. I wondered how Damon had described me. How did she know my size?

“This one?” She held up a blush dress that was sleeveless and fell to my knees.

“Yes.” I took the hanger. I didn’t need to go through every dress in the collection. “I’ll change and be right out.”

“I have pearls,” she called after me. “A gift from the prime minister.”

“Thank you.” I let the silk trickle over my head and wash over my limbs. I looked in the mirror. I had never worn anything like this dress. It wasn’t flashy or revealing. But it wasn’t so modest that I felt matronly. It was fitted with graceful lines.

I turned to observe the back. There were tiny buttons that stopped shy of my backside.

Ayla knocked. “Molly, we need to go. Does it fit?”

I opened the door. “I think so.”

“Oh, it’s perfect.” She grinned. “Here are your pearls. Turn around for me.”

I squatted enough for her to get the strand around my neck and fasten it. “The prime minister left these for his majesty, and this seems like the perfect occasion for them. Let me see.”

I turned to face her.

“Stunning. Just like a princess.” She smiled.

I clutched at the necklace. I was afraid of the word. Suddenly afraid of the woman I saw in the mirror. Because I was thinking the same thing. I looked like a princess. And that terrified me.

* * *

The sun blazed overhead as we walked through the grove. Damon listened as the farmers explained the growing process of the olive trees. I walked next to him, but was careful to hang back a few inches. I realized I was his date, but it felt more natural to let him lead.

I wasn’t in a position to offer him advice or even interject questions to the farmers. I started to realize there were times when I wasn’t going to be an equal. And if I dated the king, that was going to showcased in public.

I observed the interaction with new interest. He leaned in, listening intently to the thick Spanish accent. Damon easily moved back and forth between the languages.

Ayla was also in our caravan. But she was in a group that waited for us by the cars. Once we stepped into the grove, I was on my own. I had to hope I didn’t screw up some kind of royal rule. I also had to try not to melt in my beautiful dress. It was hard to walk in heels and navigate the rocky terrain.

Damon offered his hand when we reached a root patch. I thought I heard a camera snap when I took his palm.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

He grinned, but began asking more questions about the water levels in the area. I maneuvered over the next set of rocks successfully.

I think was too confident. Feeling graceful and lithe like I was Isabel. I didn’t keep my eyes down when I should have watched every step. My toe hit a root and I tumbled forward.

I shrieked just as Damon wrapped a hand around my waist, snatching me toward him before I hit the ground.

There was no mistaking the sound of cameras now. My eyes widened.

“Are you ok?” he asked.

I nodded. “I’m sorry.”

He set me upright, allowing me a second to find my balance. “I’m so sorry.” The press corps was going crazy.

“As long as you’re all right, Molly.”

“I am.”

He threaded his fingers through mine. “Maybe I should keep a tighter hold. Just in case.” He squeezed my hand and I pressed my lips together to keep from grinning.

“Thank you.”

We walked for another hour. I stayed by Damon’s side, taking in every part of the discussion. I had no idea there was so much detail in growing olives. I had clearly taken them for granted.

We rejoined the caravan.

Ayla greeted me at the giant SUV that we traveled in from the airport. “You may enter the car,” she whispered. “His majesty will take a few photos and wave at the crowd. Alone,” she added.

“Ok.” I climbed into the vehicle.

I watched through the window as Damon signed autographs and posed for pictures with the farmers. There were groups of children in the crowd. It seemed as if everyone from the local villages had gathered for the event.

Ayla sat in the front seat. She turned around, handing me a cold bottle of water.

“Thank you.” I was thirsty.

“How did it go? Did anything happen I should know about?”

I shrugged. Maybe I should let Damon mention my high heel mishap. I didn’t want to upset her. After all, she was the one who chose my accessories.

“I didn’t expect it to be so warm.” I fanned myself.

“Don’t worry. You have several dress options for dinner. You have plenty of time to shower and prepare for the next event.”

“Oh good.” I took a long sip. “What next event?” I thought this was the only scheduled appearance we had.

She smiled. “I can’t go into details.”

“Why not?” She was supposed to be my manager. If there were details, I needed to know.

“I’ll let his majesty explain.” She froze when the car door opened and Damon slipped in.

“Your majesty.” She nodded and turned to look through the windshield.

He kicked the dust from his shoes. “I think that went well. What about you?”

“Did you get the information you needed?” I asked.

“And then some.” He pulled my hand into his lap. “Thank you. I have what I need to convince the cabinet.”

I grinned. “I’m glad.”

The SUV lurched forward, the tires crunching over dirt and gravel.

“What’s next?” I asked.

He looked at me sideways. I caught a glimmer of playfulness.

“You’ll see.”