Happily Ever After. Кира Касс

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СКАЧАТЬ you can measure me against the Twos and Threes and validate your choice to send me home.” I didn’t mean to let that all come out. It was as if my biggest worries were battling for space in my head, and one finally escaped. I ducked my head again.

      “Amberly,” he murmured. I looked up at him from under my lashes. There was a half smile on his face as he reached across the table. Cautiously, as if the bubble would burst the second he touched my coarse skin, I placed my hand in his. “I’m not sending you home. Not today.”

      My eyes watered, but I blinked away the tears.

      “I’m in a very unique position,” he explained. “I’m just trying to understand the pros and cons of each of my options.”

      “Me doing the work of a Seven is a con, I suppose?”

      “Absolutely,” he answered, but with no trace of malice in his tone. “So, for my sake, that stays between us.” I gave a tiny nod. “Any other secrets you want to share?”

      He pulled back his hand slowly and started cutting into his food again. I tried to do the same.

      “Well, you already know I get sick from time to time.”

      He paused. “Yes. What’s that all about, exactly?”

      “I’m not sure. I’ve always had a problem with headaches, and sometimes I get tired. The conditions in Honduragua aren’t the best.”

      He nodded. “Tomorrow after breakfast, instead of going to the Women’s Room, go to the hospital wing. I want Dr. Mission to give you a physical. If you need anything at all, I’m sure he’ll be able to help.”

      “Of course.” I finally managed to take a bite of the puffed pastry and wanted to sigh it tasted so good. Dessert was a rarity at home.

      “And you have siblings?”

      “Yes, one older brother and two older sisters.”

      He made a face. “That sounds … crowded.”

      I laughed. “Sometimes. I shared a bed with Adele at home. She’s two years older than me. It’s been so strange sleeping without her, I sometimes pile a bunch of pillows beside me to trick myself.”

      He shook his head. “But you have all that space to yourself now.”

      “Yes, but I’m not used to it. I’m not used to any of this. The food is strange. The clothes are strange. It even smells different here, but I can’t quite pinpoint what it is.”

      He set down his utensils. “Are you saying my home stinks?”

      For a second I worried I’d offended him, but there was a tiny, joking spark in his eyes.

      “Not at all! But it’s still different. Sort of like the old books and the grass and whatever cleaner the maids use all mixes together. I wish I could bottle it somehow to keep the smell with me always.”

      “Of all the souvenirs, that’s by far the most peculiar one I’ve heard,” he commented lightly.

      “Would you like one from Honduragua? We have some excellent dirt.”

      He tried to press away his smile again, still seeming afraid of letting himself laugh.

      “Very generous,” he commented. “Am I being rude, asking all these questions? Is there anything you want to know about me?”

      My eyes widened. “Everything! What do you like most about your job? Where have you been in the world? Have you actually helped make any laws? What’s your favorite color?”

      He shook his head and gave me another one of those heart-crushing half smiles. “Blue, navy blue. And you can basically name any country on the planet, and I’ve seen it. My father wants me to have a very wide cultural education. Illéa is a great nation but a young one, all things considered. The next step in securing our position globally is making alliances with more-established countries.” He chuckled darkly to himself. “Sometimes I think my father wishes I’d been a girl so he could marry me off to secure those ties.”

      “Too late for your parents to try again, I suppose?”

      His grin faltered. “I think it’s been past that for a while.”

      There was something more to that statement, but I didn’t want to pry.

      “My favorite thing about my job is the structure. There is order to it. Someone places a problem in front of me, I find a way to solve it. I don’t like things left open or undone, though that’s not typically an issue for me. I’m the prince, and one day I will be king. My word is law.”

      His eyes sparkled with delight at his speech. It was the first time I’d seen him impassioned like that. And I could understand it. Though I didn’t long for power myself, I was aware of the appeal.

      He continued to stare at me, and I felt something warm trickle through my veins. Maybe it was because we were alone, or because he seemed so sure of himself, but I was suddenly very aware of him. It felt as if every nerve in my body was attached to every nerve in his, and as we sat there, a strange electricity began filling the room. Clarkson circled his finger on the table, refusing to look away. My breathing sped up, and when I let my eyes drop to his chest, it looked as if his had, too.

      I watched his hands move. They looked determined, curious, sensual, nervous … a list went on in my head as I stared at the little paths he drew on the table.

      I’d dreamed of him kissing me, of course, but a kiss was rarely only that. Certainly he’d hold my hands or my waist or my chin. I thought of my fingers, still rough from years of labor, and worried what he would think if I touched him again. At the moment, I desperately wanted to.

      He cleared his throat and looked away, breaking the spell. “I should probably escort you back to your room. It’s late.”

      I pressed my lips together and looked away. I’d watch the sunrise with him if he asked me.

      He stood, and I followed him into the main hall. I wasn’t sure what to make of our late, brief date. It felt more like an interview, if I was honest. The thought made me giggle, and he looked at me.

      “What’s so funny?”

      I debated saying that it was nothing. I wanted him to know me, and that would eventually mean me getting past my nerves.

      “Well …” I hesitated. This is how you learn about each other, Amberly. You speak. “You said you liked me … but you know nothing about me. Is that how you usually act with girls you like? Do you interrogate them?”

      He rolled his eyes, not angrily but as if I should already understand. “You forget. Until very recently, I’d never—”

      The sound of a door crashing open startled us out of our conversation. I recognized the queen instantly. I started to curtsy, but Clarkson pushed me sideways into another hallway.

      “Don’t you walk away from me!” The king’s voice boomed across the floor.

      “I refuse to talk to you when you’re like this,” the queen replied, СКАЧАТЬ