“Wow,” Dorsey breathed.
Winter smiled. “I’m sorry we can’t stay to take a look through your shop this morning, but we’re off to visit the milliner’s assistant. Have you been to see the new baby yet?”
All three of them shook their heads. Then Astrid nudged the younger boy, Dylan, with her elbow. He jumped, but still couldn’t bring himself to speak.
“We made something for you,” said Astrid. “We’ve been waiting for you to come back. It’s just … it’s just from the leftovers, but…” She nudged her brother again, harder this time, and he finally held up the ring of flowers.
“What is this?” asked Winter, taking it into her hands.
Jacin frowned, then jolted as he realized what it was.
The older boy answered, “It’s a crown, Your Highness. Took us almost a week of scrounging to get all the pieces.” His cheeks were flushed bright red.
“I know it’s not much,” said the girl, “but it’s for you.”
The younger boy, having divested his gift, blurted suddenly, “You’re beautiful,” before ducking behind his brother.
Winter laughed. “You’re all too kind. Thank you.”
A hazy light caught Jacin’s eye. Glancing upward, he spotted a nodule in the eaves of the next shop—a tiny camera watching over the shops and servants. There were thousands of identical cameras in sectors all over Luna, and he knew the chances of anyone minding the footage from a dull morning in AR-2 was unlikely, but a threatening chill still crept down his spine.
“The crown is lovely,” Winter said, admiring the tiny white sprigs of flowers. She settled it on top of her thick black curls. “As splendid as the queen’s jewels. I shall cherish it always.”
With a growl, Jacin snatched the crown off her head and dropped it into the basket. “She will cherish it just as well in there,” he snapped, his tone a warning. “The princess is busy. Go back inside, and don’t go bragging about this to all your friends.”
With frightened squeaks and wide eyes, the children couldn’t have scurried back into the florist shop any faster. Grabbing Winter’s elbow, Jacin dragged her away, though she soon ripped her arm out of his grip.
“Why did you do that?” she demanded.
“It looked bad.”
“Accepting a gift from a few children? Honestly, Jacin, you don’t have to be so mean.”
“You could stand to be a little less nice,” he spat back, scanning the walls and windows but not seeing any more cameras. “Putting it on your head. Are you insane?” She scowled at him and he scowled unapologetically back. “You’re lucky no one saw.” He gestured to the basket. “Cover it up before I rip it apart and bury it in one of these planters.”
“You’re overreacting,” Winter said, though she did tuck a few of her hand towels around the mess of branches.
“You’re not a queen, Princess.”
Her gaze met his again, aghast. “I do not wish to be queen.”
“Then stop accepting crowns.”
Huffing, Winter turned away and marched on ahead—like a true princess would march ahead of her guard.
Fourteen
Kai waited until Thorne’s podship was a glint in the distance before he pulled out the portscreen Cinder had given him. Without an official ID chip confirming his identity, his comm to Royal Adviser Konn Torin was intercepted by the palace communications mainframe. The face of a young intern appeared.
“New Beijing Palace. How may I … direct…” Her eyes widened.
Kai smiled. “Emperor Kaito, for Royal Adviser Konn Torin, please.”
“Y-yes, Your Majesty. Of course. Right away.” Her cheeks bloomed red as she scrambled to redirect the commlink. Soon her image was replaced with Torin’s.
“Your Majesty! Is it—are you—one moment. I’m stepping out of a meeting with the cabinet—are you all right?”
“I’m fine, Torin. But I’m ready to come home.”
He heard the click of a door. “Where are you? Are you safe? Do you need—”
“I’ll tell you everything when I get back. Right now I’m at our safe house on the Taihang terraces, and I’m alone. If you could alert the palace guard—”
“Right away, Your Majesty. We’ll be there right away.”
Torin suggested they keep the link open, afraid someone else would come for Kai before his own security team reached him. Although Cinder had ensured that the portscreen itself was untraceable, the link wasn’t set up for direct communications and it was possible Lunars were listening in. But Kai knew Luna had lost their best method of surveillance when they’d lost Cress, so he insisted he was fine, he would be fine, before terminating the link.