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chair next to hers.

 
    "There's
something I want to ask you," the princess said in a mock whisper.    

 
    "Yes,
honey," replied the old woman, sitting on the edge of the chair, as if she
were doing something wrong - as if she weren't worthy.

 
    "Bev,
how do you manage when there's too much work to be done?"

 
    The
governess thought for a moment.

 
    "I
do what's important first."

 
    "And
if there are two things that are equally important?"

 
    "Even
if both are equally important," replied the gentle woman.

 
    "You
can do only one at a time."

 
    "So?"

 
    "So
you do any one, usually the more important of the two."

 
    "But…"
Addie stopped.

 
    "Yes,
I know, my child," whispered Mrs. Bradford.

 
    "If
both are equally important, check which one is needed first."

 
    That
made sense to Addie.

 
    "Okay,
thank you, friend."

The old lady rose and went about her errands, leaving Addie to solve her
dilemma. Now she knew what to do. She would focus on her poetry recital first;
she would worry about the visit to Prince Kenrick's chambers later.

 
    She
had an early dinner, asked Mrs. Bradford to retire, and went to her study. It
was a large room lined with bookshelves, with an anteroom dedicated to working.
There was a priceless vintage work desk and a few chairs. Her governess had
informed her that this part of the chambers was never used much. She liked the
study for its quiet – it helped her concentrate.

 
    Addie
brought her MacBook Air, iPad, iPod, and a writing pad with a few pens – and
placed them all on the desk. Out of habit, she arranged them neatly, with the
open laptop and writing pad next to her. Then she set out to work.

 
    This
was Addie's typical way of working. While her focus would be on writing, she would
reference stuff off her laptop. She would write for the better part of an hour,
then she would take a short break.

 
    She
would listen to something on her iPod during that time – mostly classical – and
maybe play a game or two on the iPad – mostly word games. The break would last
five or ten minutes, and then she would get back to her writing. By then, her
fresh mind was ready to churn out more prose.

 
    And
there was a lot to do for Addie.

Chapter Sixteen

 
 
    "Kenrick."

 
    Kenrick
was lost. Pat had been calling him, but the prince was somewhere else.

 
    "Kenrick?"

 
    At
last he turned his head and considered Pat without answering. Pat looked at his
friend for a long time… their eyes locked and stayed that way for minutes.

 
    "Kenrick,"
Pat said at last, hesitating.

 
    "I'm
thinking of leaving."

 
    He
expected an earthquake. Kenrick never liked him to leave, no matter how many
days he had stayed over.

 
    As
a matter of fact, Pat did not enjoy his stay with Kenrick this time. It was not
often that he stayed with him in the manor. Mostly it was in seven star hotels
in different parts of the world. This was perhaps only the second time that
they were together on royal property (the first time was when they were still
in their teens).

 
    More
than anything, he could not stand Kenrick's boorish behavior. The prince was
always aggressive, always wearing his royalty on his shoulder, but right now
Pat thought he was going overboard. This was, after all, the modern age, and
democracy was what prevailed the world over; royalty was a relic of the past.
That it was still prevalent in a handful of countries was itself a wonder, but
even there it merely coexisted with elected governments. Yes, the royalty had
power, but its wings were severely clipped – a reality that seemed to have been
lost on Prince Kenrick.

 
    Now,
as Pat was telling him of his travel plans, Kenrick just looked away. Pat
realized that something was amiss. In fact, Kenrick had not been his real self
ever since they returned from that disastrous meeting with Princess Adelaide.
He knew his friend too well to imagine that something else was the matter.