Betrothed: To the People's Prince. Marion Lennox

now she’d returned—she was standing at the ferry’s rail looking lost, and he was standing on the jetty wondering where he could take it from here.

      She had Nicky by the hand. Mother and son. And dog. The sight made him feel…Hell, he didn’t know how he felt.

      ‘Go on, Nikos.’ His mother, Annia, was beside him, holding Christa. ‘Go and speak for all the islanders. You know it’s your place.’

      ‘It’s not my place.’

      ‘It is,’ Annia said fiercely. ‘No one else will do it.’

      And hadn’t that always been the case?

      As the King’s sister, Nikos’s mother had always stood up to the old King. She’d fought for the islanders’ rights and, as he’d matured, Nikos had taken her fights onto his own shoulders.

      He’d built up a fishing fleet that was second to none, but the islanders knew he worked for the whole island. They looked to him now as leader. He was in an uncomfortable position but he had no choice—there was no one else willing or able to take it on.

      And now…If the only way Athena would rule was for him to stand beside her and guide her every step of the way, then he’d do it. He’d been raised to love this island, and he would not see it destroyed.

      So now…He shoved aside anger, loss, confusion, a host of mixed emotions he wasn’t near to understanding, and he strode up the gangplank with the determination of a man who knew where his duty lay. And, as he reached Athena, he took her in his arms and he hugged her. Whether she willed it or not. Whether he willed it or not.

      ‘Welcome home,’ he said and lifted her and swung her round in his arms, a precarious thing to do on a gangplank, but jubilation was called for. ‘Princess Athena, welcome,’ he said in a voice to be heard by all. ‘We all welcome you, don’t we?’ he demanded of the crowd, and the islanders roared their assent.

      ‘It’s our royal family,’ someone yelled. ‘Princess Athena and Prince Nikos.’

      ‘Nikos is only a prince if he marries Athena,’ someone else yelled and there was a huge cheer of enthusiasm.

      ‘Hey, Demos is already a prince. Maybe she should marry him,’ someone yelled as the applause died, and the crowd laughed. The laughter was derisive.

      And Nikos glanced to the back of the crowd and saw Demos. Even from this distance his body language was unmistakable. He was rigid with mortification and with fury.

      Athena had a real enemy there, he thought. In the mood he was in, Demos could do harm.

      Not if he stayed close.

      He had no choice. In order to protect this island then he needed to protect this woman. He intended to stay very close indeed.

      Athena’s smile looked pinned in place. She was terrified, he thought.

      ‘It’s okay,’ he murmured.

      ‘No,’ she murmured back. ‘It’s not okay at all. I’m doing this because I have no choice. If you think I like being hugged by you…’

      The crowd’s cheers were building. Athena waved and so did Nicky.

      And Nikos had no choice either. He waved.

      They stood together.

      ‘There’s a reception tonight at the palace,’ he told her.

      ‘There’s a what?’

      They were all in the royal limousine, heading for the palace. Nikos hadn’t wanted to come with her, but once again there’d been no choice. Someone had to introduce her to the palace staff.

      He’d brought Christa along, to lighten the atmosphere a bit. To stop things getting too personal. Oscar lay on the floor looking exhausted. It had been a very long waddle down the gangplank.

      Giorgos would have had a fit if he could have seen this dog in his limo, Nikos thought and suppressed a grin.

      The limousine, the palace, these trappings of royalty, had been kept so Giorgos could come in state whenever he wished. They could get rid of it all now, Nikos thought, but then he considered the crowd who’d turned up to see Athena arrive. They’d cheered her with joy. She was giving the island its identity back. Did she even realise it?