Wesley, Your Highness.”
I tilted my head in greeting. “A pleasure.”
He took in a breath. “You are so beautiful.”
“So I’ve been told. You can go now.” I swept my arm across my body, pointing to the Men’s Parlor.
Fox furrowed his eyebrows before giving me another bow and leaving.
The next boy was in front of me, tipping his head to greet me.
“Hale Garner, Your Highness.”
“Welcome, sir.”
“Thank you so much for letting us into your home. I hope to prove myself worthy of your hand more and more each day.”
I cocked my head curiously. “Really? And how will you do that today?”
He smiled. “Well, today I would let you know I come from an excellent family. My father used to be a Two.”
“Is that all?”
Undeterred, he went on. “I think it’s pretty impressive.”
“Not as impressive as having a father who used to be a One.”
His face faltered.
“You may go.”
He bowed and started to walk away. After a few steps he looked back. “I’m sorry to have offended you, Your Highness.”
And his face was so sad that I nearly told him he hadn’t. But that wouldn’t fall in line with my plan for the day.
A parade of endlessly unmemorable boys crossed my path. A little past the halfway point, Kile came through the line, stopping in front of me. For once his hair was styled in such a way that I could actually see his eyes.
“Your Highness,” he greeted.
“It’s ‘Royal Pain in the Ass’ to you, sir.”
He chuckled.
“So, how have they been treating you? Your mom says the papers spilled that you lived at the palace.”
He shook his head in shock. “I thought that it would be an immediate invitation to be pummeled by a bunch of jealous meatheads, but it turns out, most of them see me as an asset.”
“Oh?”
“They assume I know everything about you already. I’ve been bombarded with questions all morning.”
“And what are you telling them, exactly?”
He smirked, his smile slightly crooked. “What a pleasure you are, of course.”
“Right.” I rolled my eyes, not believing him for a second. “You can go ahead—”
“Listen, I want to tell you I’m sorry again. For calling you bratty.”
I shrugged. “You were upset.”
He nodded, accepting that excuse. “Still, it’s unfair all the same. I mean, don’t get me wrong, you are exceedingly spoiled.” He shook his head. “But you’re tough because you have to be. You’re going to be queen, and while I’ve seen things unfold in the palace, I’ve never actually had the weight of your work on me. It’s not fair for me to judge.”
I sighed. The polite thing would be to thank him. So, fine, I would be polite. “Thank you.”
“Sure.”
There was a long pause.
“Umm, the Men’s Parlor is that way,” I said, pointing.
“Right. See you later, I guess.”
I smiled to myself, noticing as he left that he held a notebook in the hand he’d kept behind his back. Kile looked better than usual thanks to the mandatory makeover, but he was still an annoying little bookworm.
It was clear that the gentleman after him was anything but.
His caramel-colored hair was brushed back, and he walked with his hands in his pockets, as if he’d strolled down these halls before. His demeanor actually threw me for a second. Was he here to meet me, or was I here to meet him?
“Your Majesty,” he greeted silkily as he sank into a bow.
“Highness,” I corrected.
“No, no. It’s just Ean.”
He cocked one cheek up into a smile.
“That was awful,” I said with a laugh.
“It was a risk I had to take. There are thirty-four other guys here. How else was I supposed to get you to remember me?”
His gaze was intent, and if I hadn’t dealt with so many politicians in my life, I might have been charmed.
“Very nice to meet you, sir.”
“And you, Your Highness. Hope to see you soon.”
He was followed by a boy with a drawl so thick I had to really focus to catch his words. Another asked when he was going
I tilted my head in greeting. “A pleasure.”
He took in a breath. “You are so beautiful.”
“So I’ve been told. You can go now.” I swept my arm across my body, pointing to the Men’s Parlor.
Fox furrowed his eyebrows before giving me another bow and leaving.
The next boy was in front of me, tipping his head to greet me.
“Hale Garner, Your Highness.”
“Welcome, sir.”
“Thank you so much for letting us into your home. I hope to prove myself worthy of your hand more and more each day.”
I cocked my head curiously. “Really? And how will you do that today?”
He smiled. “Well, today I would let you know I come from an excellent family. My father used to be a Two.”
“Is that all?”
Undeterred, he went on. “I think it’s pretty impressive.”
“Not as impressive as having a father who used to be a One.”
His face faltered.
“You may go.”
He bowed and started to walk away. After a few steps he looked back. “I’m sorry to have offended you, Your Highness.”
And his face was so sad that I nearly told him he hadn’t. But that wouldn’t fall in line with my plan for the day.
A parade of endlessly unmemorable boys crossed my path. A little past the halfway point, Kile came through the line, stopping in front of me. For once his hair was styled in such a way that I could actually see his eyes.
“Your Highness,” he greeted.
“It’s ‘Royal Pain in the Ass’ to you, sir.”
He chuckled.
“So, how have they been treating you? Your mom says the papers spilled that you lived at the palace.”
He shook his head in shock. “I thought that it would be an immediate invitation to be pummeled by a bunch of jealous meatheads, but it turns out, most of them see me as an asset.”
“Oh?”
“They assume I know everything about you already. I’ve been bombarded with questions all morning.”
“And what are you telling them, exactly?”
He smirked, his smile slightly crooked. “What a pleasure you are, of course.”
“Right.” I rolled my eyes, not believing him for a second. “You can go ahead—”
“Listen, I want to tell you I’m sorry again. For calling you bratty.”
I shrugged. “You were upset.”
He nodded, accepting that excuse. “Still, it’s unfair all the same. I mean, don’t get me wrong, you are exceedingly spoiled.” He shook his head. “But you’re tough because you have to be. You’re going to be queen, and while I’ve seen things unfold in the palace, I’ve never actually had the weight of your work on me. It’s not fair for me to judge.”
I sighed. The polite thing would be to thank him. So, fine, I would be polite. “Thank you.”
“Sure.”
There was a long pause.
“Umm, the Men’s Parlor is that way,” I said, pointing.
“Right. See you later, I guess.”
I smiled to myself, noticing as he left that he held a notebook in the hand he’d kept behind his back. Kile looked better than usual thanks to the mandatory makeover, but he was still an annoying little bookworm.
It was clear that the gentleman after him was anything but.
His caramel-colored hair was brushed back, and he walked with his hands in his pockets, as if he’d strolled down these halls before. His demeanor actually threw me for a second. Was he here to meet me, or was I here to meet him?
“Your Majesty,” he greeted silkily as he sank into a bow.
“Highness,” I corrected.
“No, no. It’s just Ean.”
He cocked one cheek up into a smile.
“That was awful,” I said with a laugh.
“It was a risk I had to take. There are thirty-four other guys here. How else was I supposed to get you to remember me?”
His gaze was intent, and if I hadn’t dealt with so many politicians in my life, I might have been charmed.
“Very nice to meet you, sir.”
“And you, Your Highness. Hope to see you soon.”
He was followed by a boy with a drawl so thick I had to really focus to catch his words. Another asked when he was going
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