Page 5 of Ellie and the Prince
She took the pack from him with lowered eyes and mumbled thanks, slung it over her shoulder, then paused inside the suite’s entry door to stack glass boxes in her arms. Now that sprites filled them, they no longer fit into her pack.
“If you’ll wait a moment while I change, I can help you carry them down,” Omar said. Any excuse for more time with her.
“Oh, don’t bother,” she said shortly. “I’ve carried more cages than this before.”
“It’s no bother at all,” he began, just as the lock rattled and the door swung open to reveal the children’s nanny, her gray hair in a tangle, her expression both angry and worried.
“Where are the children?” she asked.
“Uh, around here somewhere. What happened to you, Asmaa?”
“That young viper locked me into a garden shed!” she snapped. “Lured me in there with some story about a puppy, then shut and barred the door. If one of the gardeners hadn’t come along, I’d be there yet.” Then her face softened. “Welcome, Prince Omar. I’m glad you’ve joined us.”
“Thank you, Asmaa. I apologize for my siblings’ behavior.”
“It was Rafiq, of course,” she growled. Then her gaze moved to study Ellie in her dusty coverall. “Do I know this person?”
He cringed inwardly at her disapproving tone. “This is Miss Ellie Calmer. The children brought cinder sprites into the suite, and the castle might be burning right now if Miss Calmer had not rushed to our rescue.”
“Indeed.” Asmaa’s dark eyes narrowed. “And you not yet dressed, Omar.”
His face burned. “I didn’t arrive until nearly three in the morning.”
While they were speaking, Ellie slipped around the door and into the main hall, the cages stacked in her arms. Omar took a few steps toward his room. “Asmaa, the kids are around here somewhere. I’ve got to get dressed and help Miss Ellie with those cages.”
With any luck, he thought, he might catch Ellie on the stairs. With any luck, she would find the load too unwieldy and need to stop once or twice. In his room he threw on shorts, t-shirt, and shoes, then dashed after her, guessing she would use the service stairs. She was halfway down the second flight, precariously balancing her load of squeaking sprites, when he caught up and passed her.
“Here, let me take some of those,” he offered, and she gave such a start that he seized the top cage to save it from bouncing down the remaining stairs.
“No, no, please!” Even as he took another cage from her load, she gave him an imploring look. “I could lose my position here if you’re seen helping me or even talking with me. And if the director heard that I was in your . . . your bedroom . . .” She visibly shuddered.
His hope withered. “I won’t tell anyone, and I’ll make certain the children keep quiet. They definitely don’t want you to leave Faraway Castle,” he said. “I won’t try to help if it’ll cause you trouble. That’s the last thing I want.”
She moved on down the last few stairs. At the base of that flight, he replaced the two cages atop her load. “I’m really sorry if I . . . if I upset you, Miss Ellie. I wouldn’t hurt you for anything.” He gave her an awkward little bow.
She looked up, and he saw something in her gaze that was nothing like anger or disgust. The corners of her lips turned up slightly. But then her lashes lowered, and she continued down the next flight of stairs. He headed back upstairs toward the suite, his heart heavy.
His parents wanted him to choose a wife this summer from among the princesses and ladies who visited the resort every year. He had delayed joining his family for as long as possible, dreading the ordeal he knew lay ahead, but now he was glad he’d come.
Not that the king and queen of Khenifra would accept Ellie Calmer as a prospective wife for their son, but at least he would be near her for the next few weeks. He might glimpse her in the halls or at the lake or anywhere on the grounds, and perhaps he would find, or invent, a respectable opportunity to speak with her again.
He was a prince. Ellie was a member of the staff, a working girl. Finding a harmless and acceptable way to interact with her would be no easy task.
What good was an expensive education and a supposedly clever brain if he couldn’t think of a solution to this equation?
In her confusion, Ellie took a wrong turn and left the castle through the main lobby, a path she usually avoided to keep from encountering guests. To her dismay, as she pushed open a glass door with her hip and maneuvered the stack of cages through the opening, two girls in short sundresses and strappy sandals approached on the front walkway and could not miss seeing her.
The Honorable Gillian Montmorency and Lady Raquel Cambout, both from the nation of Auvers and near Ellie’s age, were two of her least favorites among the hundreds of yearly visitors at Faraway Castle. Like most of the guests, they had never bothered to learn her name and always spoke to her as if she were a dim-witted child or scullery maid.
Their conversation broke off as soon as they saw her. Gillian, a stunning beauty with red-gold hair, asked sharply, “What are you carrying? I hear squeaking.”
“Cinder sprites,” Ellie said, peering around her stack of cages.
The girl’s lip curled. “How did you get so disgustingly dirty?”
“Capturing cinder sprites.” Ellie schooled her face into a pleasant expression. She hoped.
“I’ve never seen one.” Raquel, a slender brunette, peered into a cage, her nose wrinkled. “All I can see is straw. You caught them inside the castle? Where?”
