The Sheik and the Bought Bride by Susan Mallery Read Free Book Online

pipes bringing in water.
    People waved at Kateb and called out greetings. He waved back. She felt the stares and didn’t know what she was supposed to do.
    The relative calm of the journey faded as they approached the end of the trip. Kateb had given her a brief reprieve and it was nearly over. What was going to happen next?
    “Will I be at the palace?” she asked. “Or somewhere else?”
    “You will have quarters at the palace. They are separate from mine.”
    Okay—that was good. She could use her own space.
    “Is there a shower?”
    He glanced at her. Amusement brightened his eyes. “One that will satisfy even you.”
    How nice. But what happened after the shower? What happened that night?
    “You will find electricity and many other modern improvements,” he said.
    She did her best to ignore the chill brought on by fear. One step at a time , she told herself. They would get to the palace and then she could deal with the rest of her life. For now she should just enjoy the ride.
    But the ride was going to be too short, she thought, feeling the first wisps of panic curling through her.
    She did her best to distract herself by studying the open-air market they passed. There were plenty of fresh fruits and vegetables for sale, along with a display of the wovengold she liked so much. Later she would come back to shop. That would make her happy. Shopping was—
    They turned a corner and the Winter Palace loomed before them.
    From what she could see, the palace was made up of several buildings, with the central one being the largest. It was stone, with rising towers and a formidable stone wall surrounding the grounds. The roof was tile and seemed to have an iridescent quality that glimmered in the bright sun. There was a real drawbridge in the center of the stone wall, along with several permanent bridges to the right and left. People walked back and forth through the opening.
    “How will the trucks get in?” she asked.
    “The road goes around back. There are garages and a delivery entrance.”
    Once they rode over the drawbridge, more people called to Kateb. They greeted him warmly, welcoming him back. Although they glanced at her, no one asked why she was here. Victoria didn’t want to know what they were thinking. As there had been no talk of Kateb taking a new bride, they would probably guess the reason for her presence. That she was here to service the prince. It was like standing in the free-lunch line in elementary school all over again.
    Kateb reined in his horse and dismounted. She had a wild urge to bolt for freedom, only to remind herself she had no idea which way to go. And as much as she was frightened of that night, it was better than a slow, dry death in the desert.
    She got off her horse. It took a second for her legs to remember what it was like to walk rather than ride, then she followed Kateb into the palace.
    The entryway soared up several stories. The stone walls were smooth, the windows stained glass. Sunlight createdcolors on the floor and people passing through the entry. Large tapestries told the history of the desert.
    Victoria wanted to move closer and study them. She’d found El Deharian history fascinating and was sure it would be just as interesting to study this place.
    “Is there a library?” she asked.
    “Yes.”
    “Can I use it?”
    “Of course. Come this way.”
    She followed Kateb down several long corridors. While there were still people everywhere, she ignored them as she took in the paintings and statues that dotted the palace. There were treasures everywhere she looked. Marble and gold. A portrait that looked eerily like a da Vinci. Not that she was much of an art expert. But wouldn’t it be fun to search for the signature?
    She was so caught up in the beauty of the palace that she nearly forgot why she was here. It wasn’t until Kateb stopped in front of a single carved door that she remembered to be afraid.
    “You will be staying here,” he said as he pulled open the