Free Not Fit for a King? by Jane Porter

through this?” Hannah fought to hang on to her temper.
    “I wanted you to tell me.”
    “Why?”
    He was angry now, too. “Because just once I’d like to hear the truth from you. I’d like to know the real you. I don’t know who that person is, or what she wants, or what she really feels.”
    She flinched at the words,
real you,
but wouldn’t linger on them.
    “You want to know what I think?” she blazed. “I think it’s a crime that women still die in childbirth. We can put men on the moon. Create weapons of mass destruction. Produce miracle drugs and design modern hospitals. So why can’t we make childbirth safe? How can we allow women to die while creating life?”
    “Because we’re mortal. Life eventually ends for all of us.”
    Hannah’s father, Jake, had said the same thing regularly while Hannah was growing up. “It’s tragic.” Her voice dropped, deepening. “Children need their mothers.”
    “Just as mothers need their children.” His broad shoulders shifted uncomfortably. “It broke my mother’s heart that she couldn’t save my older brother. I heard her say more than once, that she wished she could switch places with Stephen.”
    “Didn’t that hurt you?”
    “Stephen was her firstborn. She’d always been close to him.” “Weren’t you two close?”
    “Not as close as I would have liked. But I was the middle child and my younger brother needed my mother more.” “Where is your younger brother?”
    “Here, in the palace.” “Why haven’t I met him?”
    He hesitated, choosing his words with care. “Constantine has special needs and requires round-the-clock care. He forms attachments easily and doesn’t comprehend loss.”
    Hannah frowned, puzzled. “Are you afraid I’ll hurt him?”
    “Not deliberately. But in order to protect him, I’ve decided to wait to introduce you until I know you’re staying.”

CHAPTER SIX
    L ATER that night, tucked in bed, Hannah took out her phone and researched the Patek Royal family.
    There were dozens of articles online but very few references to the youngest Patek prince, Constantine. Once someone gave his date of birth—he was three years older than Hannah—and another time, he was referred to as the third son, but that was it. To the outside world, Prince Constantine didn’t exist.
    Hannah could see why Zale would want to protect his brother from the world, but to keep his future wife from meeting his only surviving family? It made Hannah think Zale had no intentions of marrying Emmeline.
    Hannah turned off the phone, and then the lamp next to her bed, but couldn’t sleep.
    Zale wasn’t an easy man. He was tough, proud and competitive. And the more she got to know him, the more certain she was that he’d crush Emmeline. Not intentionally, of course, but simply because he didn’t understand his own strength.
    He’d never win Emmeline’s heart by browbeating her, either. He needed to court her. Needed to woo her. Needed to show that he had a softer side, and Hannah knew he did because she saw glimpses of it every now and then. Just not often enough.
    It was time Zale exerted himself a little bit. Time he made an effort to win Emmeline over instead of judging her and criticizing her. He might be a king, but he needed to start treating his betrothed like the queen she would be.
    Hannah woke early the next morning and rang for Celine to help her dress. “Can you send word to His Majesty that I’d like to meet him?” Hannah asked, stepping from her shower to dress.
    Today she chose her own clothes, selecting a pale apricot linen dress from Emmeline’s wardrobe paired with a slim-fitting cropped cashmere sweater the same hue. She slipped a gold bangle on her wrist and small gold hoops on her ears, before pulling her hair back in a ponytail. She did her own makeup, keeping it light, and was just finishing applying mascara when word arrived that His Majesty was waiting for her in the family dining room.
    Hannah took a deep breath and