Royal Blood - By Rhys Bowen Page 0,89
to fetch it when I was grabbed by Prince Siegfried.
“You are looking enchanting, Lady Georgiana,” he said. “A most suitable gown, if you permit me to say so.”
“I didn’t realize that tiaras were going to be worn,” I said. “I left mine in my room.”
“It does not matter. You look delightfully refreshing, the way you are.”
Why was he being so charming? Did he think that I knew something about him that he would not wish to be repeated?
“Tonight you will allow me to escort you to dinner again?” he said and offered me his arm. I could hardly refuse and allowed myself to be led into the middle of the crowd. I was just wondering where his parents were when trumpets sounded. Dragomir, looking even more awe inspiring than ever, stepped forward. “The parents of the bride, Their Royal Majesties the king and queen of Romania, and the parents of the bridegroom, Their Royal Majesties the king and queen of Bulgaria,” he announced. The crowd parted and the royal couples, the queens dripping jewels and suitably crowned, processed down the middle, while those they passed curtsied and bowed. As they passed me I curtsied. The king of Romania held out his hand to me and gave me a warm smile. “So charming,” he said.
The rest of us lined up to follow the monarchs into dinner. I was seated opposite Siegfried, not far from his parents. The seat beside me was empty and I looked around, realizing I hadn’t seen Matty. She came rushing in at the last minute, looking flustered.
“Sorry, Mama, sorry, Papa. I overslept and that stupid maid didn’t wake me in time,” she said.
Interesting, I thought. The maid had gone down in plenty of time. And the man I had heard her arguing with had not been her father. The meal started with a rich hunter’s soup. Matty took a sip or two then toyed with it. I was now intrigued. Who had been in her bedroom before dinner? I looked up and down the table at the various young counts and barons, trying to put a name to each face. Nicholas had introduced them one by one as he toasted them last night, but it seemed to me that most of them spoke German, not French. The only other option was that Matty had been speaking to someone like Dragomir; but would protocol permit that she allow a retainer into her bedroom, especially as I now knew that her maid hadn’t been present at that moment? Maybe Belinda had heard more and would be able to enlighten me, but my friend was now at the far end of the table, looking bored between two elderly gentlemen who were clearly both fascinated to be sitting next to her. Interestingly enough, my mother wore a similar expression at the other end of the table. Those two were so alike. It would have been much easier if Belinda had been her daughter instead of me.
Matty’s unfinished soup was whisked away and a portion of trout was placed before us. The one good thing about this whole experience so far was that I had been eating good food again, but at this moment I was having as much trouble as Matty in eating anything much. Siegfried was saying something to me. I nodded and smiled, that knot of worry still in my stomach. Where the devil was Queenie? She couldn’t have left the castle, which meant she was somewhere and presumably safe. Knowing her, maybe she’d found a warm corner to curl up in and would have awoken feeling guilty by now.
I glanced across at Matty, who was now trying to hide the trout under a lettuce leaf.
“Is something wrong?” I whispered to her.
“No, nothing at all. Why should anything be wrong?” she said. “But I just heard that the old man was poisoned. My maid told me.”
“Your maid told you?” I asked with concern. “How did your maid find out?”
“She overheard Patrascue talking.”
“I see.” I wondered how many other people in the castle had overheard something and whether everyone now knew about the murder. So much for keeping it from Nicholas’s father if even servants knew about it.
I observed her face. Just how much had her maid overheard? Did Matty really know that the poison was intended for Nicholas? She didn’t seem to and she went on, “It’s very upsetting. My whole wedding is turning into a nightmare. I don’t know why I thought it was such a good idea