Taming of the beast - Completed.

Chapter Thirty

They entered the one-bedroom city royal suite, through a small entrance, past a guest powder room, turned right and into the main living room with a six seated dining table, separate area for the lounge area. Even a working office area, with desk, and chair, partition by a dividing half wall.

Riyad needed to get her inside, away from everything and everyone. Callie needed time to recover from all the drama of the revelations. Ones he hadn't even known about. Not her parents? It won't be easy for her. She didn't deserve this.

After that brief time with her so-called mother, he was glad she wasn't. A ghastly woman. Even if Callie hadn't been her biological child, how could she not love someone like Callie?

Glancing across at her, she appeared so lost and alone, as she looked around the suite as she stepped in further. His man entered behind carrying in his bag, realising Callie had nothing but the clothes on her back, clutching onto her bag as if it was a lifeline.

That will have to change, removing his phone, only to drop as she swayed, slumping to the floor in a dead faint before he could get to her, let alone catch. At least it wasn't the woods' hard ground. Gathering Callie up into his arms, he supported her back with his knee, brushing hair from her pale features, breaking his heart.

It never should've come to this. He should've taken the bastard out. Gathering her up into his arms, Riyad stood and headed towards the master bedroom, between the living and large spacious bathroom. The man followed and turned back the covers, where she was lowered and covered.

"What can I do?" the man asked with concern.

"Retrieve my phone," Riyad stated as he reached for the house phone talking to the reception, seeing about a doctor. Not happening, not good enough. Claiming his phone instead, he made a call to the CEO of The Four Seasons Company. A doctor at the door within an hour.

Riyad watched on agitated, needing answers, to be told she just needed rest, made sure she ate and kept up the fluids, when she finally woke up, however, let her come around in her own time. Obviously, she was exhausted. Emotionally and physically.

Removing a chair from the sitting area of the bedroom, Riyad settled in as he watched over her as she slept, and worked on his laptop for his brother, who was happy to hear she was safely back in the family fold. She had been accepted so easily into the family.

He had read the situation wrong. They hadn't been envious of the Queen's affection for the new princess, were in awe of it. Himself, probably paranoid and wanted to protect her from any harm and hadn't protected her from her own family. The signs were there. Something wasn't quite right. Sacrificed lamb. Didn't want to go home. He was seeing they gave her nothing, while her so-called sister received everything. Was she even her sister?

To be honest, none of it would've touched them and didn't have the media coverage like the British Royal family. He glanced across at his beautiful wife, her pallor nearly the same colour as the pillow under her head, yet was sleeping peacefully. Not twisting and turning, surely that was a good sign, thinking back to when they shared the bed together, how she seeks him out in her sleep.

Blinded by his own guilt, he hadn't seen what she was offering.

To be his friend.

Help him over the pain.

To be his wife.

Raking a hand over his face, he won't make that mistake again, only if she wanted it now. It would have to be her choice. Without meaning to, he had failed her. He had promised to keep her safe, away from one's like Mitchell, and yet he had allowed this to happen, when he sent her back to the mansion, thinking he was keeping her safe. He hadn't, only himself.