“If Auguste replaces me as Head of State, everything the people take for granted as their right will disappear. His plans will irrevocably change not just the economy but the very essence of St. Christophe. This is not about wanting to live in a castle and wear crown jewels, Rosalina. This is our responsibility, handed down by our forefathers. I do not take it lightly, nor will I let you take for granted the lifestyle it has afforded you. For goodness’ sake, you’ve had seven years to ‘sow your oats,’ as the Americans say. It’s time to embrace the responsibilities that come with the luxuries.”

She couldn’t argue with a single point he’d made. “Papa…” After that powerful speech, she didn’t know if she could keep fighting for what seemed like a selfish, entitled platform. But, for some reason, she felt the need to try.

She stepped around the bed to look out the window, where she saw Brodie leaning against his truck, checking out his phone. She held up a finger, and he gave her a warm smile and a chin nod, which somehow gave her the strength to carry on the fight. “From the moment I found out about Marcel and Fabiana, my life’s turned upside down.”

“I understand how much that upset you, and I’ve given you several weeks away to get a handle on your emotions, but—”

“Father, stop. Do you hear yourself? I’m a twenty-five year old woman. You don’t get to give me a time limit. This is my life. I love you and Mama so much. I love St. Christophe. But I’m so much more than your dutiful daughter. I’m more than my royal title. I have hopes and dreams and ambitions. I have a heart, and I can’t ignore it. You shouldn’t want me to.”

“You haven’t even been away six weeks. You couldn’t have gotten so far along with this young man that you’ve given him your heart. And, if you’re going to give it away, do it here.”

“It’s too late. And I didn’t so much as give it away as open it up to find a space carved just for him. Believe me when I tell you, I’ve got a very strong grip on my emotions. What Marcel did, it was a gift. Had he not strayed, I would’ve been consigned to a lifetime of a loveless, passionless marriage. You can’t want that for me.”

“I want you home, assuming your duties. The royal life is not easy, not for anyone. Along with the benefits comes a lack of privacy and freedom. But, sweetheart, it is your birthright. It is your responsibility to rule this country.”

“But I won’t be ruling it, will I? My husband will. I’ll be every bit as unfulfilled as Mother. Do you want that for me?”