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Six.

Brenda's eyes widened as the Land Rover pulled up in front of the turrets and the spires of the massive palace. It was like something she'd only seen on TV. There were football stadiums that were smaller than Jamsheed's home. Her jaw dropped and she had to force it back to its proper positions.

"That's... wow," she said, frustrated that words escaped her.

Jamsheed laughed, a rich, throaty noise that made wetness pool over the cotton of her panties and heat flare through her belly. She knew that tone. It was the same unbridled joy he'd had on the London Eye and in his limo during their first date. It was a tone rife with mischief, which she longed to get into with him all over again.

That's the reaction many people have." He shrugged and held his chin higher. "It's where I grew up until Mother died, and I was sent to boarding school outside of London as a teenager. I know how impressive it is, what a source of pride it is for my people. My forefathers have ruled from its hallowed halls for over six centuries."

She whistled. That was a kind of history that blew her mind. The United States wasn't even three hundred years old. Her family wasn't exactly the type to have antiques lying around, unless a fruitcake from her Aunt Bertie, still in the can from twenty years ago, counted. To grow up in six hundred years of history and tradition? How that must weigh on a child.

"It sounds lovely still."

"Yes, but I know my responsibilities too, what I owe not only my great grandfathers but my father and mother. This is a palace, yes, but it's a governmental estate too. What I'm trying to say is that it's a trapping of my position, but it's not all that I am. I hope this doesn't change our relationship already."

Brenda relaxed and squeezed his hand. "I've scrubbed your toilets in a penthouse most of London's high society would kill for. I know you're rich, but I know you're here because you're a good son and a noble ruler."

"Then you definitely don't read tabloids."

She snorted. "They can get stuffed. I know who you are, and I'm sure your father is glad you're home. I know he can't be completely aware of it, but some part of him, somehow, he'll feel you. It's one of the best things that can help with his health right now. So," she said opening her door and easing herself to the runners, being careful not to slip off into the swirling sands below. "Let's get settled, shall we?"

Jamsheed nodded and followed out after her. "I think that's one thing I've always loved about Americans. You all are so much more outspoken than anyone else. The English girls and even the Europeans... they hold their tongues, hide their real feelings. When I'm with you, I know that I'm not going to hear stories or be led around."

"Not all Americans are alike, but I don't want you to feel like you're less than you are. We all know what Prince Harry has been up to in his life, and his dad before that, for example. You 'dating' a lot..." she blushed then, since it wasn't just all about the dating, "...is far from a scandal."

"I love that spirit even so," he said, stroking his goatee and then groaning.

Confused, Brenda thought for a moment that the groan was about her until she looked out across the expanse of the drive way and up toward the main entrance to the palace. A man in the long, traditional robes of Zomelia and with a long, grey-streaked beard, strode toward both of them. The scowl on his face marred what might have been an otherwise attractive man, even with the beard, and left him seeming ugly and cold.

When he got to them. The stranger bowed as little as possible toward Jamsheed and completely ignored her presence. "Cousin, you've taken your time coming home for Uncle."

Jamsheed stood up straighter, allowing him to loom over the newcomer, who, to be fair, was still very broad, built like a heavyweight boxer. "I got here as soon as I could. I had affairs that I had to close out in London, and I needed to make sure the petrol company we all profit from and that makes up the majority of our country's GDP was in good hands. I wasn't just fooling around and you know that."