Despite her shock, Alex managed a smile. ‘‘As usual.’’
‘‘Thank you.’’
After Laura left, Alex turned in her chair and stared out the window. The view was nearly as familiar as her own reflection. She’d spent many hours in this office, working, planning and, during rare moments of quiet, dreaming. While Wyndham Castle was a major tourist attraction, and even now a large group of visitors toured the manicured gardens below her third-story window, it was also her home. She’d been born here, grown up, played, laughed and cried, all within the confines of the old stone-and-wood structure. People she met often asked her what it was like to live in a castle, but for Alexandra it was all she’d ever known. If she occasionally wondered what it would be like to live a normal life, she reminded herself that she’d been blessed by her circumstances and her loving family. She had wonderful parents and three sisters with whom she was very close.
Without turning around, she reached behind her and picked up the letter Laura had brought her. As she fingered the inexpensive writing paper, she considered how she’d thought her future was set. Was that all about to change?
* * *
‘‘We should go skiing over the holidays,’’ Serena said as she scooped some chicken and mango salad onto her plate. She picked up a piece of mango and popped it in her mouth. Impish lights danced in her green eyes. ‘‘There are always so many good-looking men at the chalets and goodness knows you three all need to get married before you’re over the hill.’’
Alex looked at her baby sister and tried not to take the comment personally. As the oldest, she should be married first, and no doubt her parents would get around to arranging a match in the near future. But right now that was not her most pressing issue.
‘‘We have something more important to discuss,’’ Alex said as she glanced around the table.
A lace antique cloth protected the gleaming oval surface. Water, iced tea and soft drinks had been poured into crystal goblets. Alex sat at the head of the table with Serena and Laura to her left and Katherine and Elizabeth to her right.
‘‘You look serious,’’ Katherine said. ‘‘Is something wrong?’’
‘‘Not exactly.’’ Alex paused as she tried to figure out how best to share the news. ‘‘Laura opened a letter this morning and immediately brought it to me. I made the decision not to share the contents with our parents. They’re both busy with the business of running the kingdom, not to mention the celebration of Father’s twentieth year as monarch.’’
‘‘We know all this,’’ Serena said and rolled her eyes. ‘‘Alex, you could make a roller-coaster ride boring if you tried. What has you all in a huff? What’s in the letter?’’
Alex glanced at her other two sisters and saw them nod. She chose to believe they were encouraging her to read them the message and not agreeing with Serena’s assessment of her personality.
She pulled the single sheet of paper out of her jacket pocket and cleared her throat.
‘‘Dear Royal Family. I saw something on the news today about your king celebrating his kingship of your country. While I didn’t find this especially interesting, I happened to see a picture of the family crest—is that what it’s called? That shield with the thingamajigs? Anyway, seeing that reminded me of something that happened a long time ago.’’
Alex heard a catch of breath. She glanced up and saw all three of her sisters staring at her.
‘‘Nearly thirty years ago I was housekeeper for a place called The Sunshine Home for Children in Hope, Arizona. One day I noticed a real fine piece of linen in the laundry. It was some kind of blanket and I decided to take it for my own use. I knew it belonged to one of the children, but I didn’t think they would miss it. It was the nicest tea cozy I’d ever had and now I realize it had your crest on it. With all this fuss about the celebration and all, there have also been stories about your lost boy, James. It got me to thinking. Three boys came to The Sunshine Home that year around the time of the kidnapping. They were all the right age to be your boy. One of them could belong to your family. My memory’s not what it used to be and I can’t remember all of them, but I do sure recall John Colton. He was a real scrapper. I’m not saying John’s the one, but I’ll bet my last pair of boots that he would know where to find the others.’’
Alex put down the letter. ‘‘She signs it ‘Most Sincerely, Grandma Beulah Whitaker.’ Oh, and she would like a picture of the four princesses sent to her if we have time.’’
There was a moment of silence, then everyone started talking at once. It had taken Alex a few minutes to gather her own composure after absorbing the news, so she understood her sisters’ confusion and questions.
‘‘Do you think it’s really possible that James is alive?’’ Katherine asked.
Elizabeth shook her head. ‘‘It’s been what, twenty-nine years? Could he have survived all that time and we never knew?’’
‘‘Let’s go to America and find him,’’ Serena said with a broad grin. ‘‘I’ll go. I can be ready to leave this afternoon.’’
Alex glared at her baby sister. There was no way she would trust that wild young woman alone in a foreign land. Given Serena’s determination to find romantic adventure, she would forget about looking for James and set about getting herself in trouble as quickly as possible.
‘‘First things first,’’ Alex said calmly. ‘‘Do you all agree with my decision to keep this from our parents? I don’t want to get their hopes up only to dash them again, but I would like to hear what you three think.’’
Katherine leaned toward her. Her gray eyes darkened with sadness. ‘‘None of us was born when they lost James, but I can imagine their pain. Mother hasn’t spoken about it much, but when she does mention those days after James was kidnapped, she always cries. They have both worked very hard to bring prosperity to Wynborough. As they prepare for the twentieth anniversary of Father’s coronation next year, they should be happy. Telling them about this letter will only distract them.’’
Elizabeth, normally a close and loving confidant for Alex, looked distracted. In the past couple of months, things had changed for the sister closest to her in age. Unfortunately Alex hadn’t figured out what, and Elizabeth resisted all her gentle questions.
Elizabeth focused on the issue at hand long enough to nod her agreement. ‘‘Katherine’s right. I don’t think either of them want to go through that pain again. We should investigate this ourselves.’’
Alex glanced at Laura. Her social secretary raised her hands. ‘‘I’m just the hired help. I’d prefer not to vote.’’
‘‘You’re more than that,’’ Serena said, giving Laura a quick hug. ‘‘You’re practically one of the family.’’ She grinned at Alex. ‘‘I say we find him ourselves and present him as a gift to Mother and Father. Their lost son returns home after twenty-nine years. Everyone will be so thrilled that there’s finally an heir.’’
Alex stiffened slightly at the words, then tried not to notice as everyone’s attention shifted to her. She knew what her sisters were thinking. That as the oldest, she’d taken on most of the responsibilities of heir. She worked hard and frequently traveled abroad to represent her country. But Wynborough law stated that the heir must be a son. While there had been some discussion about parliament changing the law, to date nothing had been done. After all, King Phillip was still in the prime of his life. There was no concern about the monarchy. But it left Alex in the awkward position of being a potential heir-in-waiting without knowing if that was going to happen.
That’s not important, she told herself, and firmly pushed those thoughts away. Right now she and her sisters had to concentrate on their brother. If James was still alive, how were they to find him?
‘‘Obviously we have to go to America,’’ Alex said. ‘‘That’s where the kidnapping occurred.’’