Prince of Secrets. Lucy Monroe

owning those shares.” Fedir’s frown had turned to an all-out scowl.

      Shock coursed through Demyan. “No.”

      “Oh, yes.” King Fedir rose and paced the room, only to stop in front of the large plate glass window with a view of the capital city. “The original plan was for his daughter to marry my grandfather’s youngest son.”

      “Great-Uncle Chekov?”

      “Yes.”

      “But…” Demyan let his voice trail off, nothing really to say.

      Duke Chekov had been a bachelor, but it wasn’t because Tanner’s daughter broke his heart. The man had been gay and lived out his years overseeing most of Volyarus’s mining interests with a valet who was a lot more than a servant.

      In the 1950s, that had been his only option for happiness.

      Times had changed, but some things remained static. Duty to family and country was one of them.

      King Fedir shrugged. “It did not matter. The match was set.”

      “But they never married.”

      “She eloped with one of the oilmen.”

      That would have been high scandal in the ’50s.

      “But I thought Baron Tanner left the shares to the people of Volyarus.”

      “It was a pretty fabrication created by my grandfather.”

      “The earnings on that twenty percent of shares have been used to build roads, fund schools…Damn.”

      “Exactly. To repay the funds with interest to Chanel Tanner would seriously jeopardize our country’s financial stability in the best of times.”

      And the current economic climes would never be described as that.

      “She has no idea of her legacy, does she?” If she did, Perry Saltzman wouldn’t bother to ask for a job for his son—he’d be suing Volyarus for hundreds of millions. As one of the few countries in the world that did not operate in any sort of deficit, that kind of payout could literally break the Volyarussian bank.

      “What’s the plan?”

      “Marriage.”

      “How will that help?” Whoever she married could make the same claims on their country’s resources.

      “There was one caveat in Bartholomew’s will. If any issue of his ever married into the Volyarussian royal family, his twenty percent would revert to the people less a sufficient annual income to provide for his heir’s well-being.”

      “That doesn’t make any sense.”

      “It does if you know the rest of the story.”

      “What is it?”

      “Tanner’s daughter ended up jilted by her lover, who was already married, making their own hasty ceremony null.”

      “So, she still could have married Duke Chekov.”

      “She was pregnant with another man’s child. She’d caused a well-publicized scandal. He categorically refused.”

      “Tanner thought he would change Great-Uncle Chekov’s mind?”

      “Tanner thought her son might grow up to marry into our family and link the Tanner name with the Royal House of Yurkovich for all time.”

      “It already was, by business.”

      “That wasn’t good enough.” King Fedir sighed. “He wanted a family connection with his name intact, if possible.”

      “Family was important to him.”

      “Yes. He never spoke to his daughter again, but he provided for her financially until she remarried, with only one caveat.”

      “Her son keep the Tanner name.” It made sense.

      “Exactly.”

      “And he presumably had a son.”

      “Only one.”

      “Chanel’s father, but you said she was the only living Tanner of Bart’s line.”

      “She is. Both her grandfather and father died from dangerous chemical inhalation after a lab accident.”

      “They were scientists?”

      “Chemists, just like Chanel. Although they worked on their own grants. She’s a research assistant.”

      The woman with the wild red hair in the pictures was a science geek?

      “And no one in the family was aware of their claim to Tanner’s shares?”

      “No. He meant to leave them to the people of Volyarus. He told my grandfather that was his intention.”

      “But he didn’t do it.”

      “He was a wildcatter. It’s a dangerous profession. He died when his grandson was still a young boy.”

      “And?”

      “And my grandfather provided for the education expense of every child in that line since.”

      “There haven’t been that many.”

      “No.”

      “Including Chanel?”

      “Yes. The full ride and living expenses scholarship she received is apparently what gave Perry Saltzman the idea to approach Yurkovich Tanner and trade on a connection more than half a century old.”

      “What do you want me to do? Find her a Volyarussian husband?”

      “He has to be from the Yurkovich line.”

      “Your son is already married.”

      “You are not.”

      Neither was Demyan’s younger brother, but he doubted Fedir considered that fact important. Demyan was the one who had been raised as “spare to the throne,” almost a son to the monarch. “You want me to marry her.”

      “For the good of Volyarus, yes. It need not be a permanent marriage. The will makes no stipulations on that score.”

      Demyan did not reply immediately. For the first time in more years than he could remember, his mind was blank with shock.

      “Think, Demyan. You and I both know the healthy economy of Volyarus sits on a precarious edge, just like the rest of the world’s. The calamity that would befall us were we to be forced to distribute the funds to Miss Tanner would be great.”

      “You are being melodramatic. There’s no guarantee Maksim the First’s duplicity would ever be discovered.”

      “It’s only a matter of time, particularly with a man like Perry Saltzman in the picture. His kind can sniff out wealth and connections with the efficiency of ferrets.”

      “So, we deny the claim. Our court resources far exceed this young woman’s.”

      “I think not. There are three countries that would be very happy to lay claim to Volyarus as a territory, and the United States is one of them.”

      “You believe they would use the unclaimed shares as a way to get their hands on a part of Volyarus.”

      “Why not?”

      Why not, indeed. King Fedir would and, come to it, Demyan wouldn’t hesitate to exploit such a politically expedient turn of events himself.

      “So I marry her, gain control of the shares and dump her?” he asked, more to clarify what his uncle was thinking than to enumerate his own plans.

      He would marry one day. Why not the heir to Bartholomew Tanner? If she was as much a friend to Volyarus as her grandfather had been, they might well make an acceptable life together.

      “If