“They are very nice boys,” Dad offered, “but if it’s taking too much of your focus …”
I sighed. “I think we need to stop dancing around the fact that I am not the most beloved member of this family. At least not to the general public. You say no one would fault me, but I feel very confident they would.” Mom and Dad shared a look, seeming to want to refute this but not wanting to lie at the same time. “If I’m going to be queen one day, I need to win the people over.”
“And you think finding a husband is the way to accomplish that?” Mom asked suspiciously.
“Yes. It’s all about their perception of me. They think I’m too cold. The most absolute way to refute that would be to get married. They think I’m too masculine. The most absolute way to refute that is to be a bride.”
“I don’t know. I’m still very hesitant about you continuing.”
“Need I remind you that this Selection was your idea?”
She sighed.
“Listen to your daughter,” Dad said. “Very smart girl. Gets it from me.”
“Don’t you want some more sleep?” she asked flatly.
“No, I’m feeling very refreshed,” he said. I wasn’t sure if it was because he wanted to continue the conversation or if he felt he needed to keep his attention on Mom. Either way, he was clearly lying.
“Dad, you look like death punched you in the face.”
“You must get that from me, too.”
“Dad!”
He laughed, and Mom did, too, her hand going back to put pressure on her chest.
“Look! Your terrible jokes are now life threatening. You have to stop them.”
He shared a smile with Mom. “Go do what you need to do, Eadlyn. We will support you in whatever way we can.”
“Thank you. Both of you, please get some rest.”
“Ugh, she’s so bossy,” Mom lamented.
Dad nodded. “I know. Who does she think she is?”
I looked back at them one last time. Dad gave me a wink. No matter who was against me today, at least I had them.
I left them and strode upstairs to the office, shocked to find a beautiful bouquet of flowers on my desk.
“Someone thinks you’re doing a good job, huh?” Neena remarked.
“Or they think I’ll die from the stress and wanted to beat everyone to the punch,” I joked, not sure I wanted to admit how happily surprised I was.
“Lighten up. You’ve been doing great.” But Neena’s eyes weren’t even on me. They had zoomed in on the card.
I tucked it close to my chest as she whined, and lifted the note just enough so I could read it.
You looked a little down when we parted the other day. Wanted today to start on a happier note. I’m here for you.—Marid
I smiled and passed it to Neena, who sighed before turning back to look at the huge bouquet.
“Who are those from?” General Leger asked, coming in the door.
“Marid Illéa,” I replied.
“I heard he stopped by. Was he just bringing gifts or did he need something?” the general asked, skepticism painting his tone.
“Oddly enough, he was making sure I didn’t need something. He offered to give me a helping hand with the public. He knows a lot more about people living their lives in the wake of the castes than I do.”
General Leger joined me beside the table and stared at the extravagant arrangement. “I don’t know. Things didn’t exactly end well between your family and his.”
“I remember. Vividly. But it might be a good thing to learn a little now for when my time comes.”
The general smiled at me, his face softening. “It’s already here, Your Highness. Be careful who you trust, okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
Neena was still acting swoony. “Someone needs to tell Mark to step up. I just got a huge promotion. Where are my flowers?”
“Maybe he’s planning to deliver them in person. Much more romantic,” I said.
“Pssh! The way that boy works?” she said skeptically. “If everyone in the palace died and I somehow became queen, he probably still couldn’t get time off. He’s always so busy.”
Though she was trying to joke, I could sense her sadness. “But he loves it, right?”
“Oh, yes, he likes his research. It’s just hard that he’s so busy, and that he’s far away.”
I didn’t know what else to say on the subject, so I turned the conversation back to my gift. “They’re a bit much, though, don’t you think?”
“I think they’re perfect.”
I shook my head. “Either way, these should probably be moved somewhere else.”
“Don’t you want to look at them?” Neena questioned even as she went to grab the vase.
“No. I need the desk space.”
She shrugged and carefully lifted the arrangement to take it into the parlor. I sat down at the desk, trying to concentrate. I had to focus if I was going to win my people over. And that was what I had to do—Ahren had said so.
“Wait!” My voice was a little louder than I intended, and Neena started. “Put them back where they were.”