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paced. It was moments like these that reminded Yourstone of their hapless grandfather, who’d similarly stalked about.
    “Why not you, Ellie? It should have been you, not me.”
    “Unfortunately, dear brother, the law says a male inherits the throne, as long as there is one. We have two, so I’ll not be meeting the archbishop for a crown anytime soon.”
    “It should have been you, not me. I have no desire to be king. I do it simply because it is expected of me.”
    “No one is forcing you to the throne,” Yourstone said. “Your grandfather almost chose abdication.”
    Richard smiled. “But duty came first, as they say.”
    This was the moment. So he pressed. “Your grandfather was inept. The people hated him. He did not want to be king, and ultimately proved how unqualified he truly was. History has not been kind to him. Do you want the same legacy?”
    “I want simply to lead my life as I see fit.”
    “Then abdicate, in favor of Albert, and live your life as you see fit.”
    But he knew what that decision would mean. Gone were the days when obscure royals were funded off the civil list with outrageous yearly stipends. Once Richard gave up his claim to the throne, Victoria would have no choice but to slash the prince’s yearly payment, if not wholly eliminate it. And there was simply no way Richard Saxe-Coburg could earn a living on his own. He was so disliked that no one would step forward to help.
    Except one.
    “I have told you before,” Yourstone said. “I will personally ensure that you are financially cared for. Do not allow money to govern your decision.”
    Richard stared at them with eyes that conveyed confusion in the clearest of terms. He wondered what it was like to be so dependent on others for emotional support. Eleanor was the opposite. Her strength seemed to come from within.
    “I shall not allow money ever to govern me,” Richard said, his voice nearly a whisper. “But, Lord Yourstone, I appreciate your assurances.”
    The prince looked away, and he caught Eleanor glancing down at her tight belly. Was there now a child there? The male Yourstone heir who would galvanize the nation and restore the credibility of the monarchy? After, of course, her own reign was completed.
    Eleanor motioned to the newspaper. “Richard, don’t you see the harm that is being done to the monarchy? Do you enjoy being ridiculed?”
    Richard shrugged. “I will always be the Prince of Wales, no matter what I say or do.”
    Sadly, the fool actually believed what he’d just said.
Spineless, selfish, stubborn
, and
stupid
were just a few of the adjectives routinely applied, along with the label
Prince of Wails
because of his constant whining.
    “What if Albert had never been born?” Yourstone asked. “What if your wife had been barren? Would you still want to be king?”
    Richard seemed to consider the inquiry with earnest. “I would not. But that is not the case. And I cannot allow the press to drive me from my birthright. That much I do owe our family.”
    “Your son is nearing twenty-two. He’s capable of inheriting the throne. Why not allow him?”
    “You make it sound like that prospect would please you.”
    Yourstone shook his head. “You’re the one talking about being so unhappy. I’m merely offering you a logical, legal way to resolve your conflict.”
    “I know. I didn’t mean to offend. It’s just that I really do not care to be known as a king who abdicated his throne.”
    Eleanor stepped close to her brother. “Richard, you are a desperate soul. Lost and unhappy. I worry about you. Let your son take the throne and concern yourself no more with this nonsense. Deny the press the opportunity to hurt you any more. Go live your life, as you see fit.”
    Richard considered her again through weary eyes. She was the only person on earth he might listen to. He’d made no secret of the fact that he despised their mother and was afraid of their father.
    The prince hung his head low and spoke to the