THE FIRST FREE MOMENT I had that day was lunch, and I knew I needed to use the time to focus on damage control. While everyone headed off to the dining room after our Finnish lesson, I went back to my office and pulled Marid’s card from my desk drawer. It was clearly made from expensive paper. I wondered what his family was doing now to afford that. They must have done well for themselves, wherever their path had taken them.
I dialed the number, kind of hoping he wouldn’t pick up. “Hello?”
“Yes, um, Marid?” “Eadlyn, is that you?”
“Yes.” I fidgeted, straightening out my clothes, even though he couldn’t see me. “Is this an okay time?”
“Absolutely. How can I help you, Your Highness?”
“I just wanted to say, I saw some speculation about our relationship in the press the other day.”
“Oh, yeah. I’m sorry about that. You know how they can take a thing out of context.”
“I do,” I nearly exclaimed. “And really, I wanted to apologize to you. I know what an upheaval it can be when someone’s life is caught up in mine, and I’m sorry you’ve been going through that.”
“Eh, let ’em talk,” he replied with a laugh. “Really, no apology necessary.
But while I’ve got you, I wanted to run an idea past you.” “Sure.”
“I know you’ve been worried about the post-caste violence, and I thought it might be good for you to have something like a town hall session.”
“What do you mean?”
“You could choose a handful of people from various backgrounds to come to the palace and sit down with you personally. It would be a unique opportunity to hear from your people, and if you invited the press, it might also be a rather spectacular opportunity to show how well the palace listens to its people.”
I was stunned. “Actually, that’s a wonderful idea.”
“If you want, I can take care of most of the arrangements for you. I have a few links with some families that used to be Eights, as well as some that have
had a hard time letting go of their Two status. Maybe we could plan on inviting a dozen or so people, so you wouldn’t be overwhelmed?”
“Marid, that sounds perfect. I’m going to have my lady-in-waiting call you. Her name is Neena Hallensway, and she’s as organized as you seem to be. She knows my schedule and would be the best person to talk to about a time and date.”
“Excellent. I’ll wait to hear from her.”
There was a long silence, and I wasn’t quite sure how to break away. “Thank you,” I tried. “Now more than ever, I really need to prove how
much I care about my people. I want them to know that, in a few years, I’ll be as able to lead them as my father.”
“How anyone could doubt that is a mystery to me.”
I smiled, thrilled to have added another ally to my arsenal. “Sorry to rush off, but I must be going.”
“Not at all. We’ll talk again soon.” “Of course. Good-bye.”
“Good-bye.”
I hung up the phone and sighed in relief. That wasn’t as awkward as I’d been fearing it would be. Marid’s words rang in my ears. Let ’em talk. I knew they always would. Hopefully soon, they’d have something positive to say.
