“You always tell me the truth, even if I’m not excited to hear it. You’ve put up with the worst of me, and you’re too clever to spend your days folding my laundry.”
She beamed, blinking to quell her tears. “A lady-in-waiting … what does that even mean?”
“Well, it’s a mix of being a companion, which you already are, and then helping with the less glamorous side of my job, like scheduling appointments and making sure I remember to eat.”
“I think I can handle that,” she said, smiling.
“Oh, oh, oh, and”—I held up my hands, preparing her for probably the most exciting part of the job—“it means you don’t have to wear that uniform anymore. So go change.”
Neena chuckled. “I don’t know that I have anything appropriate. But I’ll make sure to get something together for tomorrow.”
“Nonsense. Just go through my closet.”
She gaped at me. “I can’t.”
“Umm, you can and you must.” I pointed to the wide doors. “Get dressed, meet me in the office, and we’ll make it through whatever comes one day at a time.”
She nodded, and, as if we’d done it a thousand times, she threw her arms around me.
“Thank you.”
“Thank you,” I insisted.
“I won’t let you down.”
I pulled back, watching her. “I know. By the way, your first job is to pick a new maid for me.”
“Not a problem.”
“Excellent. I’ll see you soon.”
I swept from the room, feeling better knowing I had people on my side. General Leger would be my line to Mom and Dad, Lady Brice would be my chief adviser, and Neena would help me shoulder the workload.
It had been less than a day, and I already understood why Mom thought I’d need a partner. And I still intended to find one. I just needed a little time to figure out how.
That afternoon I paced worriedly as I waited for Kile outside the Men’s Parlor. Of all my relationships with the Selected, ours felt the most complicated and yet the easiest place to start.
“Hey,” he said, coming to embrace me. I couldn’t help smiling thinking about how if he’d tried that a month ago, I’d have called the guards on him. “How are you doing?”
I paused. “It’s funny—you’re the only one who’s asked.” We stepped apart. “I’m okay, I think. At least I am as long as I’m busy. The second things slow down, I’m a ball of nerves. Dad’s a wreck. And it’s killing me that Ahren hasn’t come back. I thought he would for Mom, but he hasn’t even called. Shouldn’t he at least have done that?”
I swallowed, knowing I was getting too worked up.
Kile took my hand. “Okay, let’s think about this. He flew to France and got married in one day. There has to be a ton of official paperwork and other stuff to sort through. And there’s a chance he hasn’t even heard what happened.”
I nodded. “You’re right. And I know he cares. He left me a letter, and it was too honest for me to question that.”
“See, there you go. And last night your dad looked like he was two seconds away from needing to be checked into the hospital wing himself. Being with your mom and monitoring her probably gives him a feeling of control when there’s absolutely none. She’s made it through the worst, and she’s always been a fighter. Remember when that one ambassador came?”
I smirked. “You mean the one from the Paraguay-Argentina Union?”
“Yes!” he exclaimed. “I can still picture it perfectly. He was so rude to everyone, falling down drunk by noon two days in a row, and your mom finally grabbed him by the ear and dragged him out the front door.”
I shook my head. “I do. I also remember the endless phone calls afterward trying to smooth things over with their president.”
Kile brushed that detail away. “Forget that. Just remember, your mother doesn’t let things happen to her. When something tries to ruin her life, she drags it into the street.”
I smiled. “True.”
We stood there, quiet for a moment, and it was pleasant and still. I’d never been so grateful. “I’m busy the rest of today, but maybe we could spend some time together tomorrow night?”
He nodded. “Of course.”
“There’s a lot to talk about.”
His eyebrows knit together. “Like what?”
We both turned at the same time, noting the figure in our periphery.
“Excuse me, Your Highness,” the guard said with a bow, “but you have a visitor.”
“A visitor?”
He nodded, giving me no information as to who it might be.
I sighed. “Fine. I’ll get in touch later, okay?”
Kile gave my hand a quick squeeze. “Sure. Let me know if you need anything.”
I smiled as I left him, knowing that he meant that. In the back of my mind, I felt certain all the young men in that room would rush to my side if I needed them to, and that was a small silver lining on an otherwise dreary day.
I rounded the stairs, trying to guess at who was here. If it had been family, they’d have been brought to a room; and if it was a governor or some other official visitor, they’d have sent up a card. Who was so important that they couldn’t even be announced?
As I descended to the first floor, the answer to my question stood there, his bright smile making my breath catch.
Marid Illéa hadn’t set foot in the palace in years. The last time I’d laid eyes on him, he was a gangly preteen who hadn’t quite mastered conventional conversation. But his round cheeks had turned into a jaw line sharp enough to cut, and his stringy limbs had filled out, hitting the seams of his suit with perfect precision. He held my gaze as I approached, and even though his hands were full with an overflowing basket, he bowed and smiled as if he was completely unencumbered.
“Your Highness,” he said. “I’m sorry to come unannounced, but as soon as we heard about your mother, we felt we had to do something. So …”
He held out the basket toward me. It was full of gifts. Flowers, thin books, jars of soup with ribbons around the lids, and even a few bakery items that looked so good it was hard not to take one for myself.
“Marid,” I said, a greeting, a question, and an admonition all at once. “This is above and beyond, all things considered.”
He shrugged. “Disagreements don’t mean a loss of compassion. Our queen is sick, and this was the least we could do.”
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