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days. I was worried about her being so wan. It turns out the poor thing is pregnant again and was worried about how they’d afford another child. But now she’s positively radiant …’
    Luisa leaned forward to put her elbow on the desk, letting her head sink onto her hand.
    Mary’s voice tugged at something deep inside. The part of her that longed for everything familiar and dear.
    Yet with each new breathless revelation it became clear Luisa couldn’t go back. Her past, the life she’d loved, were closed to her.
    The last vestige of hope had been torn away today when she looked into fathomless emerald eyes and a stern, beautiful face. Raul would do whatever it took to get the crown he coveted.
    Already the people she loved were moving on, anticipating the cancellation of the co-op’s debts. Luisa had understood that, but not till this moment had the devastating reality of it all hit her fully.
    Luisa had no choice.
    She lifted her head and looked around the delicately lovely room.
A room for a princess.
    She shuddered at the enormity of what faced her.
    But her parents’ example was vivid in her mind. No matter what life threw at them, they’d battled on, making the most of life without complaint.
    Luisa set her jaw. It was time she faced her future.
    ‘Raul.’
    He looked up from the papers he and Lukas were discussing—disturbing reports of more unrest.
    Luisa stood in the doorway. A dart of heat shot through him as he took in her loveliness and remembered the taste of her lips beneath his.
    There was something different about her. Gone was the distressed woman of mere hours ago. And the woman endearingly unsure of herself in high heels. This was Luisa as he’d first seen her—confident and in control, yet with no hint of the farmyard about her.
    She looked … magnificent.
    He shoved back his chair and stood. ‘We’ll continue later, Lukas.’ His assistant hastily packed up the reports and bowed himself from the study, closing the door.
    ‘Please take a seat.’
    She crossed the room to halt before his desk. ‘This won’t take long.’ She paused, her slightly stunned gaze taking in his state-of-the-art computer equipment and the large document storage area behind him. As if surprised to discover he actually worked.
    Raul paced around the desk. ‘What can I do for you, Luisa?’ It was the first time she’d sought him out.
    Clear blue eyes met his and he felt that now-familiar frisson of anticipation.
    ‘I’ve come to tell you I’ll do it. I’ll marry you.’
    Raul breathed deep as the knot of tension that had screwed his belly tight for so long loosened.
    He’d manipulated her into coming here. He’d overseen a new look for her, introduced her to his people in such a way she’d be cornered by their expectations, and still he hadn’t been sure he could go through with it. Force her into marriage.
    Despite his determination and his desperation, doubts had preyed on him.
    ‘What made you change your mind?’
    She shrugged. ‘Does it matter?’
    Raul opened his mouth. Part of him believed it did. The part that wanted to know Luisa better, her thoughts and feelings. The part of him, he supposed, that had made him emotionally susceptible all those years ago. The part he’d thought he’d erased from his being.
    He shook his head. What mattered was her agreement.
    ‘I thought not.’ Her eyes blazed with what might have been anger. Then, in a moment, the look was gone.
    He took her hand in his. She didn’t resist.
    ‘I promise you, Luisa, I will do everything in my power to ensure you never regret this.’ His skin grew tight over tense muscles as he thought of the enormity of her decision. Of all it meant for him and his people.
    He lifted her hand to his lips.
    ‘You will have my gratitude and my loyalty.’ Her flesh was cool, her expression shuttered and yet he felt the trembling pulse at her wrist. He inhaled her delicate scent. Something far stronger than gratitude stirred in his