Page 98 of The Billionaire's Royal Challenge

“It has led him to show his true colors. He wants nothing to do with this life. Not even to share it with me.”

“He said that?” King Frederick said, his voice raising as color rose into his cheeks and anger burned in his eyes.

“In so many words, yes. And in the span of a single moment, I suddenly understood your reluctance. You saw this in him when I could not. And I must apologize for my terrible behavior over a man who did not deserve the faith I placed in him.”

The words burned through her as the memory of theargument raced through her mind. What a fool she had been. He’d only been keen on her when she’d neatly fit into his life. The moment a problem had cropped up, he’d given up on them, insisting on having the assurance that she would walk away from her life for him.

But he wasn’t willing to walk away from his responsibilities. He had expected her to be at his side for galas and events, for business deals and hosting dinners.

When the going got tough for them, though, he’d given up right away.

Maybe they were from two different worlds. Two worlds that were too far apart to find a common ground.

“I am so very sorry, Elena. I did have reservations, but did think he had potential.”

“Apparently, he does not.”

King Frederick sucked in a deep breath as he patted his daughter’s hand. “This visit has been eye-opening, though. And I no longer wish to force you to marry anyone.”

Elena sniffled, raising her eyes to her father’s. “You…will not require me to marry Eric?”

“No, darling. I will not.”

Elena pressed her lips together, a weight lifted, but a different guilt descending onto her shoulders. Had what happened been her fault? She’d told Eric in no uncertain terms she wouldn’t entertain his proposal.

He’d reacted accordingly, forcing the issue. He’d made good on his promise to do anything for his chance.

“Thank you, Father,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Queen Sophia stroked Elena’s hair. “Why don’t I walk you back to your room? We’ll call for tea, and I will have Caroline cancel your appointments for the day.”

“No, Mother,” Elena said with a sniffle. “I will go have tea before I begin my day, but Iwill not wallow.”

Her father smiled. “I have raised a strong daughter.”

Elena raised her chin, sniffling again. “Yes, you have. I will move forward from this.”

“I am so pleased to hear it, darling, but please take the time you need,” her mother said. “This has been quite an experience for you.”

“Thank you, Mother,” Elena said as she rose. “I will see you for lunch.”

Elena left her parents behind, tears threatening again when she found herself alone. She never wanted to feel this way again.

She pushed into her bedroom, shutting out the world behind her.

Caroline entered with her dress for dinner, her face immediately pinching with concern. “Your Highness, have you been crying?”

“Yes,” Elena squeaked out, desperately trying not to cry again.

Caroline dropped the dress and hurried to Elena. “What happened? Is it your father? Has he decided you must marry Prince Eric?”

“No,” Elena answered. “Nathan and I have ended our relationship.”

Caroline’s eyes went wide. “What?”

“Please, Caroline, I have discussed it with Alexander and my parents. I haven’t the energy now. Nathan has decided this lifestyle is not for him, and we have parted ways.”

“You poor darling. I shall ring for tea.”

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