The Heir
“Yes,” I answered, steadying myself. That wasn’t the pep talk I’d been envisioning. “I don’t intend to eliminate anyone just yet. I figure everyone deserves at least a day.”
Dad smiled. “I think that’s wise.”
I took a breath. “All right, then. Let’s begin.”
“Do you want us to stay or go?” Mom asked.
I considered. “Go. For now, anyway.”
“As you wish,” Dad said. “General Leger and a few guards will be nearby. If you need anything, simply ask. We want you to have a wonderful day.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“No,” he said, embracing me, “thank you.”
He pulled away and offered his arm to Mom. They walked off, and I felt like I could see their happiness glowing simply in the way they moved.
“Your Highness,” General Leger said gently. I turned to see his smiling face. “Nervous?”
I shook my head slightly, almost convincing myself. “Bring the first one out.”
He nodded before making eye contact with a butler down the hall. A boy walked out of one of the libraries, straightening his cuff links as he approached. He was lean and a little on the short side, but he had a pleasant enough face.
He stopped in front of me, bowing. “Fox 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 to be paid. There was one who was sweating so much I had to call over a butler to give me a towel for my hand once he left, and the one after him blatantly stared at my chest for the entirety of our meeting. It was an ongoing pageant of disasters.
General Leger came to my side. “In case you’ve lost count, this is the last one.”
I threw back my head in relief. “Thank. Goodness!”
“I don’t think your parents will want to ask you for a follow-up, but you should go to them when you’re done.”
I gave him a look. “If you insist.”
He chuckled. “Go easy on them. Your father has a lot to deal with right now.”
“He’s got a lot to deal with? Did you see that one guy sweat?!”
“Can you blame him? You’re the princess. You have the capacity to sentence him to death, if you wanted.”
General Leger had these sparkling green eyes that shimmered with mischief, one of those men who grew even more handsome as he aged. I knew it for a fact because Miss Lucy once showed me a picture of their wedding day, and he seriously only got better looking. Sometimes, if he was tired or if the weather was bad, he walked with a limp, but it never slowed him. Maybe it was because I knew how much Miss Lucy loved him, but he always seemed like a safe place. If I hadn’t been nervous about him siding with Mom and Dad, I would have asked for his advice on how to get these boys to plead to go home. Something in his eyes made me think he’d know exactly how to do it.