The Crown. Кира Касс

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      “She’s doing much better now. I can take you to her, but wouldn’t you like to eat first and recover from your trip?” I gestured toward the dining hall.

      Grandma had lived in the palace when I was younger, but after years of Mom trying to take care of her, she finally up and left. Her “long journey” was really only an hour across town, but it might as well be from the other side of Illéa for how she behaved about it.

      “Now, that would be wonderful,” she said, coming beside me. “See, that’s how you treat your elders. There’s some respect.” Her eyes darted back to the poor guard, who stood there stupefied, with her bag in his hands.

      “Thank you, Officer Farrow. Please take that to the guest suite on the third floor overlooking the gardens.”

      He bowed and left as we made our way into the room. A few of the boys were already waiting, and their eyebrows raised at the sight of the queen mother. Fox strode up immediately to introduce himself.

      “Ms. Singer, such a pleasure to meet you,” he said, extending his hand.

      “Now, he’s a cute one, Eady. Look at this face.” Grandma grabbed his chin, and he laughed through her grip.

      “Yes, Grandma, I know. Part of why he’s still here.” I mouthed an apology, but Fox shook his head, positively beaming over her approval.

      Gunner, Hale, and Henri all came over to meet her, and I took the chance to speak quietly to Erik.

      “Are you busy tomorrow?”

      He squinted. “I don’t think so. Why?”

      “Just planning a little something with Henri.”

      “Oh,” he said, shaking his head as if that should have been obvious. “No, we’ll both be free.”

      “Okay. Don’t tell,” I insisted.

      “Of course not.”

      “What?” Grandma shouted. “Say that again?”

      Erik hopped over, bowing.

      “So sorry, ma’am. Sir Henri was born in Swendway and only speaks Finnish. I’m his translator. He says he’s very pleased to meet you.”

      “Oh, that’s right, that’s right.” Grandma took Henri’s hand. “IT’S NICE TO MEET YOU, TOO!”

      I moved her toward the head table. “He’s not deaf, Grandma.”

      “Well,” she said, as if that was enough of an explanation.

      “Have you talked to Uncle Gerad?”

      “Gerad wants to be here, but he’s working on a time-sensitive project. You know I never understand a word he says.” Grandma waved her arm in the air as if she was slapping away the elaborate words he used. “I heard from Kota, too. He’s not sure if he should stop by or not. Your mother and him, they’ve tried over the years, but they just can’t seem to be civil. He’s gotten better, though. I think it’s that wife of his.”

      I ushered her around the table, and she took my seat. Even though it wasn’t permanent, taking Dad’s empty place next to her felt strange. So much had been entrusted to me, yet I felt like I’d stolen something of his.

      “Aunt Leah does sound like a rather calming person,” I agreed. “I guess those things matter, balancing each other out.”

      The butlers rushed some soup in front of Grandma, knowing how short her patience was. I smiled as she dug in.

      “Worked for your grandpa and me. Your parents, too.”

      Ignoring my own bowl, I rested my chin on my hand. “What was Grandpa like?”

      “Good. Very good. He always wanted to do what was right. He was slower to get upset than I was and didn’t let things get him down. I wish you could have known him.”

      “Me, too.”

      I let her eat and found my eyes wandering around the room. Kile was my opposite in that he was humble where I was proud. Henri was my opposite in that he saw everything as a joy where I focused on the challenge. Ean, Fox, Gunner … there was an element in each of them that would fall on the other side of my spectrum.

      “Is the French girl like that for Ahren?” Grandma asked with no attempt to hide her disdain.

      I considered this. “No, actually. It’s like they’re two halves of the same heart in different bodies.” My eyes welled. I was so tired, and I missed him so much. “I can’t begin to tell you how much he loves her.”

      She grumbled. “Enough to leave.”

      I exhaled slowly. “Exactly, Grandma. It hurt him so much to be apart from her that he would endure the pain of leaving his family, his home, and his country, not even knowing how that would all be received, just to be with her.”

      She recognized the sadness in my voice and reached out her hand to mine.

      “You all right, honey?”

      I pulled myself together. “Of course. A little tired is all. I should go rest.” Just then Kaden and Osten came running in, giving me a perfect escape. “The boys will take you to Mom.”

      She shrieked in delight. “My boys!”

      I backed away while she was distracted, walking quietly down the side of the room until I got to Henri.

      I tapped him on his shoulder, and he looked up from his meal, that ever-present smile on his face. “Hello today!”

      I chuckled. “Would you like to join me for lunch tomorrow?”

      I waited for Erik to jump in, but Henri held up a hand, concentrating. “Tomorrow, lunch?” he asked.

      “Yes.”

      “Good, good! Yes!”

      I smiled. “See you then.”

      I left the room, peeking back to see Henri clutching Erik by the shoulder, elated by the invitation. He seemed so pleased to have made it through the interaction without needing a translation, too. Erik nodded at Henri, pleased for his friend … but I’d seen him smile brighter than that before.

      I looked at the clock. Ten after midnight. If I fell asleep right now, I could get about five hours of sleep.

      Ten minutes later it was clear that wasn’t going to happen. I used to be so good at shutting off my mind for the day, but now it seemed like every task I was halfway through stayed with me until it was done, not caring if I was well rested enough to tackle it.

      I slipped on my robe, combed my fingers through my hair, and stepped barefoot into the hallway. Perhaps if I went to the office I could do some work and appease my brain, and then I could get back to bed. But if I was going to do that, I needed coffee.

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