Page 41 of A Foreign Crown
He wanted to explain that he would be sailing with the first possible ship. But how would that come across? As uncaring or selfish? “A man’s duty is usually at the foremost of his mind. Right now, my duty is to my country. I have been sent on their errand, and I feel I must see my job to completion.”
“You are to be commended for your gallantry.”
The music ended, and he placed her hand on his arm.
“Perhaps, when you have completed your tasks, you will remember to return?” she said.
“Perhaps.”
“Or Mother could arrange an official royal visit to your country.”
“Both ideas are welcome.”
They made their way to Prince George, who was still unaccountably—and much to Layton’s increasing annoyance—amusing Lady Aribella.
“There you are, Brother.” Princess Mary approached and rested a hand on Prince George’s arm. “Prince Layton is in need of your services.”
The man was about to protest; Layton could see it on his lips, so he added, “At the tables.”
Prince George’s whole expression changed to one of delight. “Why, of course! Come, man.”
Princess Mary tugged at her brother’s sleeve. “He most especially needs an audience with Admiral Hollings, who I recognized earlier, and any other who might aid his cause to help his country’s navy.”
Prince George waved his hand. “Yes, of course. I’ve already committed to help with this effort.”
Layton bowed over Princess Mary’s hand. “Thank you. I confess that being in the debt of someone so lovely sits well with me.”
“I only hope you can accomplish all you wish to.”
As soon as they were out of earshot, Prince George paused. “You are walking a risky line with my mother.”
Layton’s heart tripped. “How so?”
“Her eyes are firmly planted on you for one of her daughters. There are few men Father would consider or allow, and since you are present and he likes you, he has granted permission for time spent with you.”
“And you feel that expectations are rising?”
“Most definitely. And all the while, your head is turned by the lady-in-waiting. What a tragedy. And she is so lovely I cannot blame you.”
Layton held his tongue and followed Prince George into a room of tables and men at their cards. Here was a situation he could read, a language he understood. The more he tried to navigate the English court, the more he wondered if he might not be better suited to return home as quickly as possible.
Chapter Fourteen
The ride home in thecarriage was uncomfortable for Aribella, to say the least. The Queen had requested a private audience but as of yet had said nothing. Her gaze penetrated, searching Aribella’s face, her eyes even studying her dress, her hair.
Aribella tried to return her gaze, attempted a pleasant demeanor but at length gave up and watched her fingers twine in and out of each other.
“You are incredibly beautiful.” The Queen’s voice was matter-of-fact, so much so that Aribella guessed even saying thank you was not required.
“Of course Prince Layton is attracted to you.”
Aribella’s heart burned with pleasure at the thought, but she kept her face blank, devoid of any expression.
“You have as yet been loyal to the Queen. I appreciate that about you. You are my most trusted lady-in-waiting. And I know in such a circumstance... I know what your mother would do.”
“Oh?”
“Why, yes, of course. If she had been presented with the same quandary as you—if a handsome prince was showing interest in her, the same prince whom the Queen wanted for one of her daughters...”
