The Sheikh and the Runaway Princess(Desert Rogues, Book 4)(58) by Susan Mallery
“Sabrina, you are overreacting. You said you loved me and now we will be together. I told you it would be fine, and it is.”
“Like hell.” She picked up another vase, glanced at it, then set it back on the table. A fruit bowl flew at him next.
“You played with me, you bastard,” she spat. “You deliberately kept this information from me and let me feel horrible about everything. How dare you presume to decide if you want me around without consulting me?”
“Why are you angry? I will be your husband.”
“What makes you think I want anything to do with you?”
He still didn’t understand why she was so upset. “Sabrina—”
“Don’t you ‘Sabrina’ me,” she yelled. “All this time I was worried about you. I was afraid to be with you and make love with you because I thought you were going to get killed because of me. You used me and you kept the truth from me.” She crossed her arms over her chest and turned away. “I thought we were friends. I thought we mattered to each other.”
“We are friends…and lovers. Soon we will be married.”
She spun back to face him. “Don’t for one second think I’m going to marry you. I’ll never forgive you for this, Kardal. You treated me badly. You’re still doing it.”
“How?” he asked, genuinely baffled. “What have I done wrong?”
“You don’t love me.”
“You are a woman.” Love? A woman? Him? “I am the Prince of Thieves.”
“You’re a man. I have to tell you, I’m really sorry there isn’t a troll prince, because I would much rather marry him than have anything to do with you. I can’t believe I was stupid enough to let myself care about you. Well, you can be sure that I’m never going to make that mistake again and just as soon as I figure out how not to love you anymore, I’m going to do it.”
She stalked toward the door and before he could stop her, she was gone.
Sabrina ran through the halls of the palace. Adiva saw her and tried to find out what was wrong, but Sabrina couldn’t think. She couldn’t do anything but keep moving because it all hurt too much.
She ached inside, as if someone had ripped out her heart. Perhaps they had. Kardal had thought all of this was a great joke. He’d been laughing at her expense. So many things now made sense. She should have realized. Somewhere along the way, she should have known the truth.
Without realizing where she was, she found herself in front of Cala’s quarters. She walked through the arch that used to lead to the harem and knocked on the closed door of Cala’s private chamber.
“Cala,” she called as she knocked again on the door. “Cala, are you there?”
“Just a moment.”
There was a rustling sound from inside the room, then the door opened a few inches.
The normally perfectly groomed and unruffled princess wore a thin robe. Her long hair was mussed.
“Sabrina.” Cala sounded distracted. “What’s wrong, dear?” Her gaze sharpened. “Have you been crying?”
A movement in the rear of the room caught Sabrina’s attention. She saw a partially dressed King Givon pulling on his shirt. Color flared on her cheeks. She pressed one hand to her chest.
“I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you while you were…That is, I didn’t want to bother you.”
Apparently Givon and Cala had picked up the pieces of their relationship. The information should have made Sabrina happy, but instead it was very hard not to cry.
“I’m sorry,” she repeated, and started to leave.
“Wait.” Cala glanced at Givon who nodded slightly. She drew Sabrina into the room. “Tell us what’s wrong.”
Sabrina felt uncomfortable discussing her personal life in front of King Givon. She tried to retreat, but Cala’s grip on her arm was firm. When Cala and Sabrina were seated on the sofa, Cala took her hands and squeezed them gently.
Givon sat in a club chair at right angles to the sofa. His concerned expression combined with Cala’s kindness was Sabrina’s undoing. She found herself stumbling over her story, starting with her father telling her that she was engaged to someone she’d never met and ending with Kardal’s admission he was her betrothed.
“He laughed at me,” she finished, barely able to keep from crying. “All the time I worried about him and loved him, and he was laughing at me. Plus he doesn’t love me at all. He thinks I’ll be a decent wife, but that’s not the same thing. He’s talking about the fact that I’ll be happy loving him. I guess that’s supposed to be my reward as his wife. Pleasure in service.”
She looked at Cala. “What did I do wrong? How can this have happened?”
Kardal’s mother sighed. “It seems I do no better in my relationships today than I did thirty years ago. I’m sorry, Sabrina. I knew who you were, but I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to interfere with my son’s life, but I see now that was a mistake.”
Sabrina tried not to feel even more stupid than she already did, but it was impossible. She started to rise to her feet.
“I see. I’m sorry I bothered you.”
“Don’t,” Cala implored. “Please, don’t run off. I feel terrible about what’s happened. I’m sorry my son is an idiot. I want to do what I can for you. I know you and Kardal have a lot in common. I think you would do well together.”
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