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knew you’d be ready for bed. You asked about getting changed, but when I said no, you didn’t argue. You came with me, just as you were. The others shoved me into the hallway to wait while they dressed. I give them credit for being fast, but still.”
    I considered both of these things for a moment and confessed. “I don’t understand.”
    He reached for my hand. “You’ve seen my parents. They war over nonsense. They are concerned to death with appearances. And while that is important for the sake of the country, they let it come between any sort of peace they could have, let alone happiness.
    “If I ask you for something, you give it to me. You aren’t vain. You’re secure enough with yourself to put me before your looks, before anything. I know that from how you receive any request I’ve ever given you. But it’s more than that. . . .”
    He took a deep breath and stared at our hands, as if hewas debating telling me.
    “You’ve kept my secrets, and I assure you, if you marry me, there will be scores more to keep. You don’t judge me, or seem startled by much. You’re soothing.” His gaze traveled up to my eyes. “I’m desperate for peace. I think you might be the only chance I have at that.”
    I smiled. “The center of your storm?”
    He exhaled, looking relieved. “Yes.”
    “I would be happy to be that for you, but there’s one small problem.”
    He scrunched his head. “Your caste?”
    I’d forgotten all about that. “No. Children.”
    “Oh, that,” he said, almost sounding as if he thought it was a joke. “I don’t care one way or the other.”
    “But you have to have an heir.”
    “For what? To carry on the line? You’re speaking of giving me a son. Suppose we managed to have one child and that child was a girl. There would be no chance of her getting the crown. Don’t you think there are backup plans?”
    “I want children,” I mumbled.
    He shrugged. “No guarantee you won’t get them. Personally, I’m not fond of children. I guess that’s what nannies are for.”
    “And your home is so vast you’d never hear one raise their voice.”
    Clarkson chuckled. “True. So, no matter what, that is not an issue for me.”
    He was so calm, so unconcerned, that I believed him, andthe weight of all that worry fell off me. My eyes welled up, but I didn’t allow myself to cry. I would save the tears for later, when I was alone.
    “The true issue for me is your caste,” he confessed. “Well, not for me so much as for my father. I’ll need time to work out the proper way to address that, which means the Selection could go on for quite some time. But take heart,” he said as he leaned in close, “you will be my wife.”
    I bit my lip, too happy to believe this was real.
    He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “You will be the only thing in this world that is truly mine. And I will put you on a pedestal so high, it will be impossible for anyone not to adore you.”
    I shook my head, dizzy with joy. “I don’t know what to say.”
    He kissed me quickly. “Practice saying yes. When the time comes, I want you to be ready.”
    We leaned our foreheads into each other and stayed quiet for a moment. I couldn’t believe this was real. He’d said all the words I’d ever hoped to hear: queen , wife , adore . The dreams I’d stored in my heart were actually coming true.
    “You should go back to sleep. That attack today was one of the cruelest ones yet. I want you to fully recover.”
    “As you wish,” I said.
    He ran a finger down my cheek, pleased with my response. “Good night, Amberly.”
    “Good night, Clarkson.”
    I tucked myself back into bed as he left, but I knew therewas no way I’d be able to sleep now. How could I with my heart beating double time and my mind running through every possibility of our future?
    I slowly rose and went over to my desk. I could think of only one way to get this out of my system.
    Dear Adele,
    Can you keep a secret?

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