Page 124 of Once Upon a Holidate
“I know. You’re perfectly capable of taking care of yourself.”
Bethany knew there was more. With her mother, there was always more. “But?” she prompted.
“I just want you to be happy.”
“Iamhappy.”
“Fine. Then I’ll be more specific. I want you to fall madly in love and I want grandchildren. There, I said it. Now you can hate me forever.”
At twenty-six, Bethany kind of wanted the same thing. All right, not grandchildren, but a man who loved her and a couple of babies would be really, really nice.
“Not that I’m trying to pressure you,” her mother added primly. “You have to make your own decisions.”
Bethany laughed. “Right, Mom. No pressure.” As for making her own decisions, to date, she’d done an excellent job of making bad ones. Especially when it came to men.
“I’ll always have my career,” she said, trying to smile so her mother wouldn’t worry.
“Your career won’t keep you warm at night.”
“It will if I sleep in the stable.”
“How you love to torment your beautiful mother,” King Malik said as he swept into the room. “I will not complain because you are the daughter of my heart and can do no wrong, but know that she worries about you.”
King Malik—relatively new to the title since his own father stepped down two years ago—was tall and handsome, with dark eyes and dark hair. He wore a stylish business suit, with a shirt and tie. He saved his traditional El Baharian garb for his frequent trips into the desert. The country might be incredibly modern and financially successful, but it never forgot its desert roots and neither did the king.
“You are leaving us again,” Malik said, kissing Bethany on the cheek. “We will be heartbroken.”
“I’m the one whose heart is shattered,” she said, only half kidding. “I can’t believe you sold Rida. You rarely sell your stallions and technically he’s still a colt. He’s only four. And to sell him to some guy I’ve never heard of in California. What’s up with that?”
Malik shook his head. “You dare to question the decision of your king? I have failed you as a father.”
Bethany groaned. “Dad, this is serious.”
Malik’s eyes brightened with amusement. “I agree. I am the great and powerful king of all the land, yet you speak to me so impertinently. A punishment must be arranged.”
“She’s missing Thanksgiving,” Liana said with a sigh. “That is punishment enough.”
“Ah, so we will be remembering it this year, will we, my sweet?” he asked, taking Liana’s hand in his and kissing her knuckles. “I am beyond delighted.”
“You two are weird,” Bethany said as she picked up her backpack. “I have to go get Rida so we can head to the plane.” She looked at her father. “All kidding aside, I’m still not happy you did this, Dad.”
“I know, my child. I think Rida will do well in America, but if you are not satisfied with the facilities, then you have my permission to bring him home. I will not question your decision.”
“Thank you.” She knew she could trust his word. Not once had Malik ever lied to her.
Her father glanced at her mother, then back at her. “As you requested, the stable manager in Happily Inc has been informed that a Beth Smith will be accompanying Rida on his journey and will be staying with him until he is settled.”
“I appreciate that.”
She knew her parents didn’t understand why she sometimes preferred to be a regular person rather than a princess, but theyrespected her wishes. As her father had never been anything but a Crown Prince and then King, he didn’t know any differently, but she did. Despite her occasional appearance in gossip magazines, she was a relative unknown and preferred to keep it that way. Rather than use her before-being-a-princess-real-last-name, she went with an alias to avoid being found on the internet. Plain Beth Smith could move easily through life, unnoticed by all. Princess Bethany of El Bahar took up a lot more room on the stage.
It was like her job at the royal stables. Had she even hinted she was interested, her father would have given her some lofty position, simply because she was his daughter. But Bethany preferred to earn her place, so she was a (somewhat) lowly groom, assigned to a few horses at a time. Rida being one of them.
“You’ll be back by Christmas?” her mother asked anxiously. “You have to be.”
“Mom, I promise. Rida will need a few weeks to get settled. I’ll know long before Christmas if I can leave him or not. Either way I’ll be home.”
Her parents hugged her. As they held her close, she felt more like she was six rather than twenty-six, and leaving home for the first time ever. It was always like this, she thought to herself. The palace had become her haven and traveling outside its protective walls meant risking far too much. But Rida needed her and she would be there for him, no matter how much leaving home cost her this time.
