The Crown. Кира Касс

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      Osten laughed. “I do remember! I remember the crunchy pancakes!”

      I heard chuckles from the Elite.

      “You were so bad, though, you didn’t even try one!” Kaden accused.

      I nodded shamefully. “It was self-preservation.”

      “They were pretty good, actually. Crispy, but good.” Osten took a bite of one of the pancakes in front of him. “They make these ones seem weak.”

      I heard one loud chuckle and saw that Fox was shaking his head. “My dad’s an awful cook, too,” he said, projecting his voice. “We grill a lot, and he’s always saying it’s ‘charred.’” Fox lifted his fingers to quote the word.

      “What he actually means is burned, yeah?” Gunner asked.

      “Yep.”

      “My father,” Erik said timidly. I was surprised he wanted to join in the conversation, and I found myself leaning my head on my elbow, drawn in. “He and my mother have this one dish they make for each other, and it requires frying. The last time he made it, he left the room while it was cooking, and the smoke was so bad, they had to move in with me for two days while they aired the house out.”

      “Do you have a spare room?” Kile asked.

      Erik shook his head. “No. So my living room became my bedroom, which was a treat when my mom woke up at six and decided to start cleaning.”

      Gunner laughed in agreement. “Why do parents always do that? And always on the one day you can sleep in?”

      I squinted. “Can’t you just ask them not to?”

      Fox laughed wildly. “Maybe you can, Your Highness.”

      I was very aware that I was being teased, but I knew it was all in good fun.

      Hale spoke up. “Speaking of which, is anyone else worried about being incredibly spoiled if you lose and have to go home after living like this?” He gestured to the table and room.

      “Not me,” Kile answered flatly, and the boys erupted.

      The room dissolved into stories and comments, the tail end of every sentence sparking a new memory from someone else. The conversation grew so loud, the laughter so boisterous, that no one noticed the lone maid walking down the center of the floor. She curtsied and bent her face close to mine.

      “Your mother is awake.”

      A flurry of emotions washed over me, a dozen feelings all practically unidentifiable except for the common sensation of joy.

      “Thank you!” I rushed from the room, too afraid to wait for Kaden and Osten.

      My feet flew down the halls, and I burst into the hospital wing, only pausing to brace myself once I reached her door. As I slowly opened it, I was aware of the heart monitor, still recording every beat, and how the pace ticked up a notch when our eyes met.

      “Mom?” I whispered.

      Dad looked over his shoulder, smiling though his eyes were red and brimming with tears.

      “Eadlyn,” Mom whispered, holding out her hand.

      I went to her, the tears in my eyes blurring my vision so much I could hardly make her out.

      “Hey, Mom. How are you?” I wrapped my fingers around hers, trying not to grip too tightly.

      “It hurts a little.” Which meant it must hurt a lot.

      “Well, you just take your time feeling better, okay? No rush.”

      “How are you?”

      I stood up taller, hoping to convince her. “I’ve got everything under control, and Kaden and Osten are doing great—I’m sure they’re right behind me. And I have a date tonight.”

      “Good job, Eady.” Dad grinned and turned his head back to Mom. “See, darling? I’m not even needed out there. I can stay here with you.”

      “Ahren?” Mom asked, taking a deep breath afterward.

      I was crestfallen. As I opened my mouth to tell her we hadn’t heard from him, Dad spoke up. “He called this morning.”

      I stood there, stunned. “Oh?”

      “He’s hoping to come home soon, but he said there were some complications, though he was a little too flustered to explain what they were. He told me to tell you he loves you.” I’d hoped those words were for me, but Dad was looking directly at Mom when he spoke.

      “I want my son,” Mom said, her voice cracking.

      “I know, darling. Soon.” Dad rubbed Mom’s hand.

      “Mama?” Osten came into the room, his face showing that he was barely containing his excitement. Kaden was sniffling, holding himself upright as if he thought himself above crying.

      “Hi there.” Mom managed to pull up a big smile for them, and when Osten bent down and hugged her, she made a pained face but didn’t let out a sound.

      “We’ve been very good,” he promised.

      Mom smiled. “Well, stop that immediately.”

      We laughed.

      “Hi, Mom.” Kaden kissed her cheek, looking afraid to touch her just yet.

      She raised her hand to cup his face. She seemed to grow stronger each second simply from seeing us. I wondered what she’d have done if Ahren was here. Jump out of the bed?

      “I wanted you to know that I’m okay.” Her chest rose and fell aggressively, but her smile didn’t falter. “I think I can go back upstairs tomorrow.”

      Dad nodded quickly. “Yes, if we get through today without incident, your mother can recuperate in her room.”

      “That’s really good.” Kaden’s voice lifted at this news. “So you’re halfway back to normal.”

      I didn’t want to kill the hope in his eyes, or Osten’s. Kaden was typically so clever, seeing around every pretense, but there was no mistaking how hard he was willing this to be true.

      “Exactly,” Mom said.

      “Okay, everyone,” Dad said. “Now that you’ve seen Mom, I want you to get back to your studies. We still have a country to run.”

      “Eadlyn gave us the day off,” Osten protested.

      I smiled guiltily. When we’d gotten out of bed this morning, that was my only order. I needed them to play.

      Mom laughed, a weak but beautiful sound. “Such a generous queen.”

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