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  WANTED – A ROYAL WIFE

  BARBARA CARTLAND

  www.barbaracartland.com

  Copyright © 2009 by Cartland Promotions

  First published on the internet in January 2010

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  WANTED –

  A ROYAL WIFE

  As Prince Kraus was speaking his eyes suddenly closed and his head fell back against the cushion behind him.

  “You are in pain!” cried Latasha without thinking.

  “It’s this ghastly migraine,” he murmured.

  Now there was a deep frown on his forehead and he squeezed his eyes as if the pain was almost unbearable.

  Latasha rose to her feet. Going behind Prince Kraus’s chair, she placed her hands very gently on his forehead.

  “Try to relax,” she urged. “I am going to massage your forehead gently and I hope it will take away the pain.”

  She spoke very quietly.

  At the same time she started to move her fingers as her mother had shown her over his forehead and down by his temples.

  She had seen her mother doing it so often to people who had come to her from the village.

  Prince Kraus did not say anything and as Latasha continued to massage his head very very gently, she felt him begin to relax.

  He was no longer tense with pain.

  She remembered exactly the movements her mother had made on a sufferer’s head.

  As she used her fingers, she prayed as her mother had always done.

  THE BARBARA CARTLAND PINK COLLECTION

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  She went on writing continuously at this rate for 20 years and wrote her last book at the age of 97, thus completing 400 books between the ages of 77 and 97.

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  Titles in this series

  These titles are currently available for download.

  1. The Cross Of Love

  2. Love In The Highlands

  3. Love Finds The Way

  4. The Castle Of Love

  5. Love Is Triumphant

  6. Stars In The Sky

  7. The Ship Of Love

  8. A Dangerous Disguise

  9. Love Became Theirs

  10. Love Drives In

  11. Sailing To Love

  12. The Star Of Love

  13. Music Is The Soul Of Love

  14. Love In The East

  15. Theirs To Eternity

  16. A Paradise On Earth

  17. Love Wins In Berlin

  18. In Search Of Love

  19. Love Rescues Rosanna

  20. A Heart In Heaven

  21. The House Of Happiness

  22. Royalty Defeated By Love

  23. The White Witch

  24. They Sought Love

  25. Love Is The Reason For Living

  26. They Found Their Way To Heaven

  27. Learning To Love

  28. Journey To Happiness

  29. A Kiss In The Desert

  30. The Heart Of Love

  31. The Richness Of Love

  32. For Ever And Ever

  33. An Unexpected Love

  34. Saved By An Angel

  35. Touching The Stars

  36. Seeking Love

  37. Journey To Love

  38. The Importance Of Love

  39. Love By The Lake

  40. A Dream Come True

  41. The King Without A Heart

  42. The Waters Of Love

  43. Danger To The Duke

  44. A Perfect Way To Heaven

  45. Follow Your Heart

  46. In Hiding

  47. Rivals For Love

  48. A Kiss From The Heart

  49. Lovers In London

  50. This Way To Heaven

  51. A Princess Prays

  52. Mine For Ever

  53. The Earl’s Revenge

  54. Love At The Tower

  55. Ruled By Love

  56. Love Came From Heaven

  57. Love And Apollo

  58. The Keys Of Love

  59. A Castle Of Dreams

  60. A Battle Of Brains

  61. A Change Of Hearts

  62. It Is Love

  63. The Triumph Of Love

  64. Wanted – A Royal Wife

  THE LATE DAME BARBARA CARTLAND

  Barbara Cartland, who sadly died in May 2000 at the grand age of ninety eight, remains one of the world’s most famous romantic novelists. With worldwide sales of over one billion, her outstanding 723 books have been translated into thirty six different languages, to be enjoyed by readers of romance globally.

  Writing her first book ‘Jigsaw’ at the age of 21, Barbara became an immediate bestseller. Building upon this initial success, she wrote continuously throughout her life, producing bestsellers for an astonishing 76 years. In addition to Barbara Cartland’s legion of fans in the UK and across Europe, her books have always been immensely popular in the USA. In 1976 she achieved the unprecedented feat of having books at numbers 1 & 2 in the prestigious B. Dalton Bookseller bestsellers list.

  Although she is often referred to as the ‘Queen of Romance’, Barbara Cartland also wrote several historical biographies, six autobiographies and numerous theatrical plays as well as books on life, love, health and cookery. Becoming one of Britain's most popular media personalities and dressed in her trademark pink, Barbara spoke on radio and television about social and political issu
es, as well as making many public appearances.

  In 1991 she became a Dame of the Order of the British Empire for her contribution to literature and her work for humanitarian and charitable causes.

  Known for her glamour, style, and vitality Barbara Cartland became a legend in her own lifetime. Best remembered for her wonderful romantic novels and loved by millions of readers worldwide, her books remain treasured for their heroic heroes, plucky heroines and traditional values. But above all, it was Barbara Cartland’s overriding belief in the positive power of love to help, heal and improve the quality of life for everyone that made her truly unique.

  “Love can appear in so many different and unexpected ways and always when one least expects it, so don’t be surprised on a boat, a train or even a bus!”

  Barbara Cartland

  CHAPTER ONE

  1887

  Lady Latasha Ling rode into the stable yard.

  The Head Groom came hurrying out to her horse’s head.

  “He is an excellent jumper, Abbey,” Lady Latasha said, “and I think when he has had a little more training, he will beat His Grace’s favourite, who he continually says is unbeatable.”

  Abbey laughed.

  “That be so very true, my Lady,” he replied. “I’ve great ’opes of this ’ere ’orse, ’e certainly shapes better than any of them other ’orses.”

  “I agree with you, Abbey, but we will not upset His Grace until we race him and win!”

  Latasha walked on to the house, thinking as she did so that it would be such fun to beat her brother’s champion horse as Solomon had already won quite a number of races.

  The sun was shining and the garden was filled with flowers.

  She thought that nothing could be lovelier than Norlington Park in the spring.

  She walked into the house through one of the many French windows.

  She had lived in the great house, which dated back for four hundred years, ever since she was a child.

  As she often told herself, she loved every inch of it and she had certainly missed her home when she had gone to a boarding school.

  She had returned back home a year ago having won several prizes and with a report that her brother said should be hung in every schoolroom to challenge other pupils to try to equal it.

  Walking along the passage towards the hall, Latasha wondered if her brother had returned.

  He had left early that morning to visit a farm where there had been a fire and she hoped he would not bring back bad news and that there had not been any great damage.

  She reached the hall and was handing her gloves and whip to a footman when the butler announced,

  “His Grace has now returned, my Lady, and wishes you to join him in the study at your convenience.”

  “I hoped he would be, Barnet, and I hope too that he has brought us good news about Estowe Farm.”

  “I hope the same, my Lady. We’ve never had any trouble there before.”

  Barnet had been at Norlington Park for nearly forty years.

  He had come first as a scullery-boy, moved up to help in the pantry and then, after a number of years as footman, he had risen to the position of butler.

  Like all the elderly servants he thought of the Park as his home. He always spoke as if he was one of the family – which indeed he virtually was.

  Latasha walked to the study thinking that if the fire at Estowe Farm had been a very bad one, everyone would be feeling concerned for the farmer and his family.

  She opened the study door.

  Her brother, as she had expected, was sitting at his writing desk.

  He had been the Duke for only two years and took his duties extremely seriously, spending most of his time at home in the country looking after the vast estate.

  He did however hold a hereditary position at Court.

  Queen Victoria liked having young and handsome gentlemen around her.

  He had therefore to turn up at Windsor Castle more often than he really wished to do.

  As his sister came into the room, he looked up and smiled.

  He was a good-looking young man, just as Latasha was a beauty.

  She had been acclaimed last year when she was a debutante and all the Society newspapers always wrote in glowingly complimentary terms about her.

  “You are now back, Latasha!” the Duke exclaimed unnecessarily, as she walked towards him. “How did the new horse behave?”

  “He is magnificent, Harry. In fact I think that he is going to be better than all the rest put together.”

  “High praise indeed. I only hope you are right. He cost a lot of money and I am glad to hear you think he is worth it.”

  “He is certainly worth at least double or treble what you gave for him. Now tell me about Estowe farm. Was the fire very bad?”

  “Fortunately the fire did not touch the farmhouse itself. There are two barns which will need a great deal of repair or rebuilding. Otherwise we escaped lightly.”

  “I am so glad. Is that what you wanted to tell me?”

  “That and something else, which you will doubtless think is more important –”

  She raised her eyebrows and sank down into a chair next to his writing desk.

  “Tell me what it is.”

  “It’s a letter from Kraus.”

  He thought his sister looked vague.

  “You know just who I mean – His Royal Highness Prince Kraus of Oldessa.”

  “Oh, of course, Harry, now I do know who you are talking about. For a moment I could not place the name.”

  The Duke picked up a letter from his writing desk.

  He stared at it without speaking and after a moment Latasha enquired,

  “What’s in the letter? What does he say and what is upsetting you?”

  “It is not exactly upsetting me, Latasha. But it is a surprise I had not expected”.

  Latasha did not say anything.

  She knew of old that her brother was inclined to be hesitant in coming to the point when there was anything of importance to say.

  “I think,” he said eventually, “that I had better read you the whole letter.”

  “Yes, do,” murmured Latasha.

  The Duke began,

  “My dear Harry,

  I often think of you and the fun we had when we were at Oxford together.

  I have always been hoping that you would make an effort to come out and stay with me now that I have become the Ruler of Oldessa.

  But things have been somewhat upsetting last year as of course you are well aware.

  I was very fond of Alexander and it is so appalling what happened to him. As you can well understand all the small Principalities like my own are afraid that the same misfortune may happen to them.

  The only way we can save ourselves is to have the support and protection of Great Britain.”

  The Duke paused for breath and Latasha knew just what he was talking about.

  Everyone in Europe had been horrified the previous year when the Russians, under their Czar, Alexander III, had contrived in a most disgraceful way to take over Bulgaria which was ruled by Prince Alexander of Battenburg.

  Many Balkan Princes had been too weak to stand up to persistent Russian infiltration and they had become nothing more than Russian puppets.

  Prince Alexander however refused to submit to the Russian’s demands, but the Czar was determined to have his own way.

  Russian agents stirred up a mutiny in the Bulgarian Army, kidnapped Prince Alexander and then forced him to abdicate at pistol point.

  He was taken by ship and deposited in the Russian port of Reni.

  Latasha could remember the outcry in England and in every other European country.

  Queen Victoria raged that the Russians’ behaviour was appalling and ‘without parallel in modern history.’ In fact she was so angry that Czar Alexander was forced very soon to return the Prince to Bulgaria.

  Prince Alexander was, however, as all his friends knew, deeply disillusioned by the treach
ery of his Army, so he surrendered his throne and retired to a quiet private life.

  Latasha secretly believed at the time that it would have been braver of Prince Alexander to continue to reign, especially as the Czar had been compelled to give way on his account.

  However, she was not all that interested, but merely distrusted the Russians even more than previously.

  Her brother was now continuing to read the letter,

  “My Prime Minister and my Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs persist in begging me to approach Queen Victoria and ask Her Majesty, as so many Balkan Princes have already done, to provide me with an English bride.

  I appreciate only too well what this would mean to Oldessa. But, as I am not at all well, I have no intention of marrying at the moment and may never do so in the future.

  However, what I do believe is desirable is that my brother Stefan – who is the heir presumptive as I have no children – should have the enormous advantage of being protected by the British. And that is why, Harry, as an old friend, I am asking you for your help.”

  The Duke paused again.

  He looked a little apprehensively at his sister.

  As she did not speak, he resumed reading,

  “I know your sister, Lady Latasha, is now grown up and I remember how pretty you told me she was as a child.

  If she would consider marrying Stefan and in a few years, perhaps sooner, rule Oldessa with him, it would be a tremendous benefit from our point of view.

  As your sister’s Guardian you will understand what pleasure and happiness it would give to me.”

  As he finished the sentence, the Duke looked up.

  His sister was staring at him with an expression of sheer astonishment.

  “Is he,” she asked, “actually asking me to go and marry his brother whom I have never met or even heard of until now?”

  “I met him, Latasha, some years ago. He is a very good-looking and charming young man and from what I have heard is a great success with the ladies.”

  “Hardly a recommendation as a husband,” Latasha retorted sharply.

  “Well, you certainly would not want a man who was so unattractive that no one would look at him! Seriously, Latasha, I do think you should consider this suggestion.”