BY THE TIME DINNER ROLLED around, I was very concerned that I might fall asleep on my plate. There was a chance no one would mind if I skipped it. Meals had generally been quiet unless I worked to make them otherwise. But when I came downstairs and saw Grandma Singer flinging her bag at a butler, I knew tonight was going to be anything but dull.
โDonโt you tell me I canโt come at such an hour!โ She shook her wrinkled fist, and I bit my lips to hold in the laughter.
โI wasnโt, maโam,โ the guard replied, his voice anxious. โI just said it was getting late in the day.โ
โThe queen will want to see me!โ
Grandma Singer was a fearsome creature. If we ever did have a war under my rule, my plan was to send her to the front lines. Sheโd come home holding the enemy by his ear within a week.
I walked into the foyer. โGrandma.โ
She instantly turned from the guard, her face melting into the sweetest expression. โOh, thereโs my precious girl. The TV doesnโt do you justiceโ youโre so lovely!โ
I bent so she could kiss me on both cheeks. โThanks . . . I think.โ
โWhere is your mother? Iโve been wanting to come over, but May insisted I stay out of the way.โ
โSheโs doing much better now. I can take you to her, but wouldnโt you like to eat first and recover from your trip?โ I gestured toward the dining hall.
Grandma had lived in the palace when I was younger, but after years of Mom trying to take care of her, she finally up and left. Her โlong journeyโ was really only an hour across town, but it might as well be from the other side of Illรฉa for how she behaved about it.
โNow, that would be wonderful,โ she said, coming beside me. โSee, thatโs how you treat your elders. Thereโs some respect.โ Her eyes darted back to the poor guard, who stood there stupefied, with her bag in his hands.
โThank you, Officer Farrow. Please take that to the guest suite on the third floor overlooking the gardens.โ
He bowed and left as we made our way into the room. A few of the boys were already waiting, and their eyebrows raised at the sight of the queen mother. Fox strode up immediately to introduce himself.
โMs. Singer, such a pleasure to meet you,โ he said, extending his hand. โNow, heโs a cute one, Eady. Look at this face.โ Grandma grabbed his
chin, and he laughed through her grip.
โYes, Grandma, I know. Part of why heโs still here.โ I mouthed an apology, but Fox shook his head, positively beaming over her approval.
Gunner, Hale, and Henri all came over to meet her, and I took the chance to speak quietly to Erik.
โAre you busy tomorrow?โ
He squinted. โI donโt think so. Why?โ
โJust planning a little something with Henri.โ
โOh,โ he said, shaking his head as if that should have been obvious. โNo, weโll both be free.โ
โOkay. Donโt tell,โ I insisted. โOf course not.โ
โWhat?โ Grandma shouted. โSay that again?โ Erik hopped over, bowing.
โSo sorry, maโam. Sir Henri was born in Swendway and only speaks Finnish. Iโm his translator. He says heโs very pleased to meet you.โ
โOh, thatโs right, thatโs right.โ Grandma took Henriโs hand. โITโS NICE TO MEET YOU, TOO!โ
I moved her toward the head table. โHeโs not deaf, Grandma.โ โWell,โ she said, as if that was enough of an explanation. โHave you talked to Uncle Gerad?โ
โGerad wants to be here, but heโs working on a time-sensitive project. You know I never understand a word he says.โ Grandma waved her arm in the air as if she was slapping away the elaborate words he used. โI heard from Kota, too. Heโs not sure if he should stop by or not. Your mother and him, theyโve tried over the years, but they just canโt seem to be civil. Heโs gotten better, though. I think itโs that wife of his.โ
I ushered her around the table, and she took my seat. Even though it wasnโt permanent, taking Dadโs empty place next to her felt strange. So much had been entrusted to me, yet I felt like Iโd stolen something of his.
โAunt Leah does sound like a rather calming person,โ I agreed. โI guess those things matter, balancing each other out.โ
The butlers rushed some soup in front of Grandma, knowing how short her patience was. I smiled as she dug in.
โWorked for your grandpa and me. Your parents, too.โ
Ignoring my own bowl, I rested my chin on my hand. โWhat was Grandpa like?โ
โGood. Very good. He always wanted to do what was right. He was
slower to get upset than I was and didnโt let things get him down. I wish you could have known him.โ
โMe, too.โ
I let her eat and found my eyes wandering around the room. Kile was my opposite in that he was humble where I was proud. Henri was my opposite in that he saw everything as a joy where I focused on the challenge. Ean, Fox, Gunner . . . there was an element in each of them that would fall on the other side of my spectrum.
โIs the French girl like that for Ahren?โ Grandma asked with no attempt to hide her disdain.
I considered this. โNo, actually. Itโs like theyโre two halves of the same heart in different bodies.โ My eyes welled. I was so tired, and I missed him so much. โI canโt begin to tell you how much he loves her.โ
She grumbled. โEnough to leave.โ
I exhaled slowly. โExactly, Grandma. It hurt him so much to be apart from her that he would endure the pain of leaving his family, his home, and his country, not even knowing how that would all be received, just to be with her.โ
She recognized the sadness in my voice and reached out her hand to mine. โYou all right, honey?โ
I pulled myself together. โOf course. A little tired is all. I should go rest.โ Just then Kaden and Osten came running in, giving me a perfect escape. โThe boys will take you to Mom.โ
She shrieked in delight. โMy boys!โ
I backed away while she was distracted, walking quietly down the side of the room until I got to Henri.
I tapped him on his shoulder, and he looked up from his meal, that ever-present smile on his face. โHello today!โ
I chuckled. โWould you like to join me for lunch tomorrow?โ
I waited for Erik to jump in, but Henri held up a hand, concentrating. โTomorrow, lunch?โ he asked.
โYes.โ
โGood, good! Yes!โ
I smiled. โSee you then.โ
I left the room, peeking back to see Henri clutching Erik by the shoulder, elated by the invitation. He seemed so pleased to have made it through the interaction without needing a translation, too. Erik nodded at Henri, pleased for his friend . . . but Iโd seen him smile brighter than that before.
I looked at the clock. Ten after midnight. If I fell asleep right now, I could get
about five hours of sleep.
Ten minutes later it was clear that wasnโt going to happen. I used to be so good at shutting off my mind for the day, but now it seemed like every task I was halfway through stayed with me until it was done, not caring if I was well rested enough to tackle it.
I slipped on my robe, combed my fingers through my hair, and stepped barefoot into the hallway. Perhaps if I went to the office I could do some work and appease my brain, and then I could get back to bed. But if I was going to do that, I needed coffee.
It was too late for any maids to be on duty, so I headed to the kitchen. It seemed it was never empty down there, and I was sure someone would help me. Rounding the landing on the second floor, I leaped back, startled by the figure coming right at me.
โOh!โ Erik said, suddenly realizing someone was in his path.
I pulled my robe a little tighter, though I was fully covered, and swept back my hair, hoping to seem less surprised than I had been.
He backed up, fidgeted with his hands a second, and then bowed abruptly.
It was such a rushed, sloppy gesture that I couldnโt help but laugh.
He smiled a little himself, shaking his head at the silliness of the moment. He, too, was in his pajamasโstriped-blue pants and a plain cotton shirtโand wandering the palace in bare feet.
โWhat in the world are you doing up at this hour?โ I asked.
โHenri has been working especially hard on his English since you announced the Elite. And with a date tomorrow, he wanted to be extra prepared. We only quit for the day a few minutes ago, and I was heading to the kitchen for some tea and honey. Honey is supposed to make you sleep well.โ He said all this in a low, hurried voice, as if he was worried he might bore me.
โIs it? I might have to try that tomorrow. I was actually just going to the kitchen for coffee.โ
โYour Highness, I feel youโre a very bright woman, so it pains me to tell you that coffee will not help you sleep. Not at all.โ
I giggled. โNo, I know. I was going to get some work done. I havenโt been sleeping, so I thought I might as well be useful.โ
โIโm pretty sure youโre always useful. Even when you sleep.โ
I ducked my head, moving around the banister, and he followed me down the steps. All I could think of was how drab he had seemed that first day, a grayed-out shadow of a person. I knew now his plainness was his shield, hiding how smart, thoughtful, and funny he was. Though I still didnโt understand the choice, I knew there was more to him than he let most people
see.
โHow is Henri doing? With the English lessons?โ
He shrugged and tucked his hands behind his back. โGood. Not great. What I told you before is still very true; it would be a long time before you could communicate on your own. But he cares so much, heโs been trying harder than ever.โ He nodded to himself as if assessing their work in his head. โForgive meโI should have asked. How are your parents? I heard your mother is awake and recovering.โ
โShe is, thank you. She was supposed to move back to her room today, but there was something funny about her oxygen levels so they kept her in the hospital wing one more night for good measure. And Dad is still sleeping in a cot by her bed.โ
Erik grinned. โIt makes the idea of โin sickness and in healthโ much more real to see it play out in front of you.โ
I nodded. โHonestly, sometimes itโs intimidating to watch them. Finding anything close to what they have seems impossible.โ
He smirked. โThereโs no way to know everything about someone elseโs relationship, even your parentsโ. Sometimes especially your parentsโ,โ he added, as if heโd thought about this before, perhaps about his own family. โI guarantee youโheโs given a terrible Christmas present at least once and has earned himself a day of silence for it.โ
โHighly unlikely.โ
Erik was unfazed. โYou have to embrace the idea of imperfection, even in the thing that is most perfect for you. Your brother whisked away a girl and got married in a whirlwind and could be discovering right now that she snores so loudly, he canโt even sleep.โ
I covered my mouth, but not fast enough to smother the laugh that escaped. Something about the image of poor Ahren with pillows slammed over his ears really got me.
โItโs very possible,โ he added, looking quite pleased to have made me smile.
โYouโve ruined my image of Camille! How am I supposed to keep a straight face the next time I see her?โ
โDonโt,โ he said simply. โJust laugh. Your impression of everyone is probably wrong in some way.โ
Shaking my head, I sighed. โIโm sure youโre right. Which makes everything I do that much harder.โ
โLike the Selection?โ
โThere are moments when a room full of politicians seems easier to manage than six boys. For everything Iโve learned so far, there must be a
dozen things Iโve missed.โ
โRelying heavily on gut instincts then?โ โVery heavily.โ
โWell, theyโve been spot-on about Henri. Heโs as nice as he seems. You must have already known that, though, to keep him in the final pool.โ I noticed something off about his tone as he spoke, like this was a disappointing thing to admit.
I clasped my hands together, only just then realizing that weโd moved well past the kitchen. I supposed I could always go back for coffee if I still wanted a cup.
โThis whole situation has been a hard one to navigate. I wasnโt supposed to have a Selection. In the past, princesses were married off for international relations, but my parents promised theyโd never do that to me. So to find myself with a roomful of boys and be expected to choose a lifelong partner from them . . . itโs scary. All I have to go on are a handful of impressions, and a hope that no one is deceiving me.โ
I risked a glance at him, and he was attentive, his expression downcast. โThat sounds incredibly frightening,โ he said slowly. โIโm surprised itโs worked so well in the past. I donโt want to sound rude, but it does seem a bit unfair.โ
I nodded. โThatโs exactly what I said when the idea was presented to me.
But they insisted that I try, so . . .โ โSo . . . this wasnโt your idea?โ I froze.
โDid you even want it to happen?โ
Thereโs a chill that runs down your back when you realize youโve been caught in a lie. And it was scary, because this had already been hinted at in the papers, guessed at by plenty of people.
โErik, this needs to stay between us,โ I said quietly, the words coming out more like a request than a command. โI admit, in the beginning, I wanted nothing to do with the Selection. But now . . .โ
โNow youโre in love?โ he asked, his tone both curious and melancholy.
I laughed once. โIโm a lot of things. Infatuated, frightened, desperate, hopeful. Itโd be nice to add โin loveโ to the list.โ I thought of Kile and our conversation in the garden.ย Loveย was still too big a word for that, and none of what Iโd said to Kile felt appropriate to share with Erik. โSometimes I think Iโm close, but right now, the Selection is something I need to finish. For a lot of reasons. A lot of people, too.โ
โI certainly hope youโre one of them.โ
โI am,โ I promised. โJust maybe not in the way people would think.โ
He didnโt answer. He merely walked along, taking in my words.
โYou canโt repeat any of that, not to anyone. I canโt believe I said those things to you. If this Selection seems like it was a joke or fake in any wayโโ
He held up a hand. โYou donโt have to worry about me. Iโd never break your confidence. I assume itโs not an easy thing to acquire in the first place, and Iโd hate to waste it.โ
I smiled. โWell, you more than earned it. Youโve kept secrets for me already, and pulled me out of the middle of a fight, and brought me a flower when you didnโt have to.โ
โIt was only a dandelion.โ
โPerspective,โ I reminded him, and he grinned at his words coming back to stare him in the face. โAll Iโm saying is, youโve done a lot for me without being under any obligation to do so. Youโve earned my trust.โ
โGood,โ he said plainly. โBecause Iโm here for you, anything you need, any time you need it.โ
The sincerity in his voice was so painfully clear that I was drawn to a standstill. Erikโs eyes were clear and blue, a stark contrast to his dark hair. Maybe that was why they stood out so brilliantly in the moment.
โReally?โ I asked, though I had no reason to doubt his words.
โOf course,โ he replied. โYouโre going to be my sovereign. Itโs a privilege to serve you.โ
I cleared my throat. โYes. Right. Thank you. Itโs a comfort knowing there are at least a handful of people I donโt have to break my back to win over.โ
His smile was kind, and I reminded myself that this was a victory, to have someone like him on my side.
โIf youโll excuse me,โ I said, stepping away, โI really ought to try to sleep.โ
He bowed. โOf course. I know Iโm meant to be at Henriโs disposal, but please let me know if thereโs anything else I can do to help you.โ
I smiled, not answering, and strode back to my room, my back as straight as an arrow.