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However, there was one thing I managed to do in seven minutes that most would say is quite impressive: I became queen.
“You are Eadlyn Schreave. You are the next person in line to run this country, and you will be the first girl to do it on your own. No one,” I said, “is as powerful as you.”
I admired the thought of a common boy feeling brave enough to face the challenge of becoming a prince. But no one was going to tie me down before I was ready, and I was going to make sure those poor suckers knew what they were signing up for.
I watched him go and told myself that the only reason I was smiling like that was because the cameras were hidden somewhere, not because of anything Kile Woodwork had done.
“I’m not sure anyone knows what they’re looking for until they find it.”
He crushed his lips to mine, and I simultaneously hated and adored him for it. All I could think of was the way his mouth moved and how I seemed so fragile in his hands. The passion slowed, until the kisses were so soft they tickled. When Kile finally pulled away, he kept his fingers teasingly close to my hair, rubbing the skin absentmindedly. “You are so spoiled, and you are so obnoxious . . . but I’m here.” With a final kiss, he opened the door and left.
I woke early the next morning, well before the others, and smiled at my brothers, my protectors. The sister in me wanted to stay. But the princess in me got up and went to prepare for the new day.
Kile, of course, knew it was April 16, and he had plenty of company, but there were only a few who knew the year as well.
“Thank you so much for this. You really went above and beyond tonight, and I’m so thankful you were here.” “It’s the least I could do.” I tilted my head, really looking at him. It felt like something had just happened, but I didn’t know what it was. Erik, without knowing me, had done so much right. He pulled me away before I made the situation worse, got me to solitude before I lost control of my emotions, and stayed with me, listening to my worries and making everything better with his words. There were scores of people on call, ready to do whatever I asked. It was so funny to me that with
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Ahren looked at Camille like she hung the sun in the sky every morning. It was beautiful, the way he watched her, enchanted by every breath that came out of her mouth.
“But why would you try to be her when Eadlyn is more than enough?”
There were no cameras around to capture it, no reporters to tell the world about it. And for some reason, that made it so much better.
