“We have no schools of higher learning on the island, sir.”
“Why not?”
“There never have been. Anyone who wants to send their children to school sends them to the continent.”
Daniel frowned. “So if someone was motivated and intelligent, but their family didn’t have the means to send them to a university in Europe, then they wouldn’t get to go at all?”
She nodded. “Correct, sir. Such a person would likely continue to do whatever his or her father or mother did.”
“And what is the parliament’s stand on this?”
“The parliament is slow to change without considerable provocation.”
He frowned again as if he didn’t like her answer. “What do you think the people of Altaria want in a king?”
She felt a distressing tug in opposite directions. Part of her was drawn to Daniel’s sincere interest in her people, while at the same time she couldn’t forget her father’s wishes. Erin found she could only answer him honestly. “Sir, I believe the citizens of Altaria want a king who will provide a bridge from the past to the future. Even Americans understand that tradition can be a source of comfort in times of grief. Altaria takes great pride in the unbroken line of succession the Rosemeres have provided. Altarians want a ruler who appreciates where they have been and where they need to go.”
Daniel nodded slowly. “I guess that means I need to bone up on Altarian history. You said you were familiar with the political climate. How does the parliament feel about an American taking the throne?”
Her stomach tightened, and she glanced away. “The official stance is that the parliament is pleased there is a healthy heir ready and willing to take the throne, sir. Many were surprised that you would agree to give up your privacy and freedom to accept the job.”
Daniel sighed and stood. He moved toward the huge picture window and glanced out. “I don’t believe in shirking family duty. My parents drilled into all of us that we have responsibilities to fulfill. I wouldn’t be able to look myself in the mirror if I didn’t fulfill mine, but—” He broke off and glanced at her. “But I’ve always felt I was biding my time at Connelly Corporation. God knows, I wouldn’t have chosen to be king, but it appears the job has chosen me.” He turned to meet her eyes, and she felt the intensity in his gaze clear down to her toes. “I’m a Connelly. I can’t do less than my best.”
His words vibrated between them, and Erin began to sense that there was far more to Daniel Connelly than she or her father could have imagined.
His green gaze shifted like the Chicago wind as he moved toward her. “You’ve told me the official position of the parliament. What’s the unofficial stance?”
Erin’s mind locked in panic. She needed to obey her father and follow his wishes, but… She tried to find a way to protect her father without undermining her own sense of integrity. “Unofficially and officially, the parliament embraces tradition and is very slow to change, sir.”
“A nice way of saying I probably make them nervous,” he said.
“I didn’t say that, sir,” she protested.
“You didn’t have to.” He cocked his head to one side. “I make you nervous, too.”
Confounded was a more accurate description, she thought. “No, sir. Of course not,” she said, but felt she wasn’t exactly telling the truth.
“Not at all?” he asked, sitting down on the couch next to her.
Her stomach fluttered nervously at his closeness. “Well, perhaps a little, sir. You’re not exactly what I expected.”
“How am I different?” he asked, his gaze so intense she wondered if he could see straight through her.
Erin barely resisted the urge to squirm. “It’s truly not my place to say, sir,” she said.
Irritation crossed his face. “Well, I’m king, so what happens if I’d like to know?”
She bit her lip as her stomach churned. “Is that an order, sir?”
“Is that what it takes?”
“Yes, sir,” she said reluctantly.
He nodded decisively. “Done. How am I different from what you expected?”
Erin took a deep breath and wished she could fly away through that huge plate-glass window. She looked away from him. “You’re more intelligent than I expected, sir,” she admitted in a low voice, then added an explanation. “Football scholarship.”
“Northwestern is a highly competitive university. The academic requirements are high for everyone, including the football team.”
“Oh,” she said.
“What else?”
“You have a sense of honor that surprises me, sir. Your interest in the Altarian people is…unexpected. You are kinder and less self-absorbed than I would have imagined,” she continued and took a shallow breath. Her chest felt tight with anxiety. “You look at me when I talk to you. You pay attention to what I say.”
“That surprises you?” he asked.
She met his gaze and nodded silently.
“Why would I not pay attention to what you say?” he asked.
She shrugged and thought of how many times she’d felt that her father looked past her instead of at her. “I don’t know sir. I guess I’m just not accustomed to it.”
He frowned thoughtfully for a moment, then met her eyes again. “What else?”
Erin had the frightful urge yet again to fidget. She clenched her hands together in her lap. “You are taller, sir,” she said. And better looking, she thought, but she refused to utter those words.
“What’s the height of the average Altarian man?” he asked.
“I don’t know, sir. Shorter than you.”
He chuckled. “How have I not surprised you?”
Erin’s stomach tightened with dread. “Is that an order, sir?”
He nodded and cracked a grin. “Yeah.”
“You are very American, very casual, and you couldn’t be less interested in learning royal protocol. Sir,” she added, and relaxed. She was finished. No more honest and potentially embarrassing disclosures.
“You’re right about that,” he said. “To keep it fair, I’ll tell you how you’re different from what I expected.”
Erin’s stomach immediately twisted into a square knot.
“Even though I knew you were the foreign minister’s daughter, I imagined you would be a lot older.”
“Older, sir?” she
