by Kiera Cass
I could see how touched the queen was by our gesture, but Silvia was completely speechless. I suddenly wondered if anyone at the palace ever gave her any kind of attention. Yes, we’d thought up the idea yesterday as a way to get Silvia on our side, but I was glad we’d done it for more than just that now.
Silvia might be overwhelming, but she did try to do all this instruction for our benefit. I vowed to do a better job of thanking her.
A butler told us our guests were arriving, and Kriss and I stood on either side of the double doors to welcome people as they came. The band started playing softly in the background, maids began circulating with hors d’oeuvres, and we were ready.
Elise, Celeste, and Natalie were walking toward us, surprisingly on time. Once they caught sight of our setup—the billowing fabric covering the drab walls, the sparkling centerpieces towering on our tables, the overflowing flowers—there was a clear ache in the eyes of Elise and Celeste. Natalie, however, was too excited to be bothered.
“It smells like the gardens,” she said with a sigh, practically dancing into the room.
“A bit too much like it,” Celeste added. “You’re going to give people a headache.” Leave it to her to find fault with something beautiful.
“Try to sit at different tables,” Kriss suggested as they poured past. “The Italians are here to make friends.”
Celeste sucked her teeth, acting as if this was putting her out. I wanted to tell her to pull it together: We had been on our best behavior for her reception. But then I heard the warm buzzing conversation of the Italian women as they came down the hall and forgot all about her.
The best way to describe the Italian ladies was statuesque. They were tall, golden skinned, and absolutely beautiful. As if that wasn’t enough, they were all so good-natured. It was like they carried the sun inside their souls and let it shine out on everything around them.
The Italian monarchy was even younger than Illéa’s. They had been closed off to our attempts at friendship for decades, according to the packet I’d read, and this was the only time they’d ever reached out to us. This meeting was the first step toward a closer relationship with a growing government. It had been frightening to think about until the moment they walked through the doorway, and their kindness melted my worries. They kissed Kriss and me on both cheeks and yelled “Salve!” I happily tried to match their level of enthusiasm.
I botched some of my Italian phrases, but our visitors were gracious, laughing off my mistakes and helping to correct me. Their English was impressive, and we doted on one another’s hairstyles and dresses. It seemed we’d made a good first impression appearance-wise, and that helped me relax.
I ended up settling in for most of the party next to Orabella and Noemi, two of the princess’s cousins.
“This is delicious!” Orabella cried, raising her glass of wine.
“We’re glad you like it,” I replied, worrying that I was coming across as too shy. They were so loud when they talked.
“You must have some!” she insisted. I hadn’t had anything to drink since Halloween, and I wasn’t very fond of alcohol in the first place. I didn’t want to be rude, though, so I took the glass she handed me and sipped.
It was incredible. Champagne was all bubbles; but the deep, red wine had several flavors overlapping, each coming to the forefront in its own time.
“Mmmm.” I sighed.
“Now, now,” Noemi said, drawing my attention to her. “This Maxon, he is handsome. How can I get into the Selection?”
“A heap of paperwork,” I joked.
“That’s all? Where’s my pen?”
Orabella cut in. “I will take some of this paper, too. I would love to take Maxon home with me.”
I laughed. “Trust me, it’s a bit of a mess in here.”
“You need more wine,” Noemi insisted.
“Absolutely!” Orabella seconded, and they called over a butler to refill my glass.
“Have you ever been to Italy?” Noemi asked.
I shook my head. “Before the Selection, I’d never even left my province.”
“You must come!” Orabella insisted. “You can stay with me anytime.”
“You always hog the company,” Noemi complained. “She stays with me.”
I felt the wine warming me all over, and their excitement was making me almost too happy.
“So, is he a good kisser?” Noemi asked.
I choked a little on the sip I was taking, pulling the glass away to laugh. I was trying not to give too much away, but they knew.
“How good?” Orabella demanded. When I didn’t answer, she waved her hand. “Have some more wine!” she exclaimed.
I pointed an accusing finger at them, realizing what they were doing. “You two are nothing but trouble!”
They threw back their heads laughing, and I couldn’t help but join them. Admittedly, girl talk was much more tempting when we weren’t all competing for the same boy, but I couldn’t get too drawn into this.
I stood to leave before I ended up passed out under the table. “He’s very romantic. When he wants to be,” I said. They clapped and laughed as I walked away, smiling at how playful they were.
After I got some water and food in me, I played some of the folk songs I’d learned on my violin, and most of the room sang along. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Silvia taking notes and tapping her foot to the beat at the same time.
When Kriss got up and proposed a toast to the queen and Silvia for their help, the room applauded them. When I raised my glass to our guests, they shrieked with delight, downing their glasses and then throwing them against the walls. Kriss and I weren’t expecting that and shrugged before tossing ours as well.
The poor maids scuttled around to clean the shattered pieces as the band started up again and the whole room began to dance. Perhaps the highlight was Natalie on top of the table, doing some kind of dance that made her look like an octopus.
Queen Amberly sat in a corner, speaking jovially with the Italian queen. I felt a rush of accomplishment at the sight and was so engrossed, I nearly jumped when Elise addressed me.
“Yours is better,” she said reluctantly but genuinely. “You two really pulled together an incredible reception.”
“Thanks. I was worried for a while—we got off to such a bad start.”
“I know. That makes it even more impressive. It looks like you two have been working for weeks.” She looked around the room, staring longingly at the bright decor.
I put a hand on her shoulder. “You know, Elise, anyone could see yesterday that you worked the hardest on your team. I’m sure Silvia will make sure Maxon knows that.”
“You think?”
“Of course. And I promise, if this is some sort of a competition and you lose, I’ll tell Maxon myself what a good job you did.”
She squinted her already thin eyes. “You would do that?”
“Sure. Why not?” I said with a smile.
Elise shook her head. “I really admire you for how you are. Honest, I guess. But you need to realize we’re competing, America.” My smile disappeared. “I wouldn’t lie and say anything bad about you, but I wouldn’t go out of my way to tell Maxon you did something good. I can’t.”
“It doesn’t have to be that way,” I said quietly.
She shook her head. “Yes, it does. This isn’t just some prize. This is a husband, a crown, a future. And you probably have the most to gain or lose by it.”
I stood there, completely stunned. I thought we were friends. Except for Celeste, I really trusted these girls. Was I too blind to see how hard they were fighting?
“That doesn’t mean I don’t like you,” she went on. “I like you a lot. But I can’t cheer for you to win.”
I nodded, still taking in her words. It was obvious I wasn’t as mentally in this as she was. One more thing that made me doubt my ability to do this job.
Elise smiled over my shoulder, and I turned to see the Italian princess coming toward
us.
“Pardon me. Can I have the hostess, please?” she asked in her lovely accent.
Elise gave her a curtsy before heading back to the dancing. I tried to shake off that conversation and focus on the person I was meant to impress.
“Princess Nicoletta, I’m sorry we haven’t gotten to speak much today,” I said, giving her a curtsy myself.
“Oh, no! You’ve been very busy. My cousins, they love you!”
I laughed. “They’re very funny.”
Nicoletta pulled me into a corner of the room. “We’ve been hesitant to make bonds with Illéa. Our people are much … freer than yours.”
“I can see that.”
“No, no,” she said seriously. “I mean, in personal freedoms. They enjoy more than you. You have the castes still, yes?”
Suddenly understanding that this was more than a friendly conversation, I nodded.
“We watch, of course. We see what happens here. The riots, the rebels. It seems people are not happy?”
I wasn’t sure what to say. “Your Majesty, I don’t know if I’m the best person to talk to about this. I don’t really control anything.”
Nicoletta took my hands. “But you could.”
A shiver ran through me. Was she saying what I thought?
“We saw what happened to the girl. The blonde?” she whispered.
“Marlee.” I nodded. “She was my best friend.”
She smiled. “And we saw you. There’s not much footage, but we saw you run. We saw you fight.”
The look in her eyes mirrored the way Queen Amberly had looked at me this morning. There was unmistakable pride there.
“We are very much interested in forming a bond with a powerful nation, if that nation can change. Unofficially, if there is anything we can do to help you acquire the crown, let us know. You have our full support.”
She crammed a piece of paper into my hand and walked away. As she turned her back, she shouted out something in Italian, and the room roared with delight. I didn’t have pockets, so I quickly shoved the note in my bra, praying that no one would notice.
Our reception went on much longer than the first, and I suspected it was because our guests were too happy to actually leave. Still, for as lengthy as it was, the whole thing passed in a blur.
Hours later, I headed back to my room completely worn out. I was much too full to even think about dinner, and though it was early in the evening, the idea of going straight to bed was very appealing.
Before I could even look at my bed, however, Anne walked up to me with a surprise. I gasped and took the letter from her hand immediately. I had to give the postal workers at the palace credit; they were very fast.
I tore open the envelope and went to the balcony, soaking up my father’s words and the last few rays of sunshine at the same time.
DEAR AMERICA,
YOU’LL NEED TO WRITE A LETTER TO MAY SOON. WHEN SHE SAW THIS WAS INTENDED FOR MY EYES ONLY, SHE WAS VERY DISAPPOINTED. I HAVE TO SAY, I WAS A LITTLE CAUGHT OFF GUARD MYSELF. I DON’T KNOW WHAT I WAS EXPECTING, BUT CERTAINLY NOT WHAT YOU ASKED.
FIRST, IT’S TRUE. WHEN WE CAME TO VISIT, I SPOKE WITH MAXON, AND HE WAS VERY CLEAR ABOUT HIS INTENTIONS TOWARD YOU. I DON’T THINK HE HAS IT IN HIM TO BE LESS THAN GENUINE, AND I BELIEVED (AND STILL DO) THAT HE CARES ABOUT YOU VERY MUCH. I THINK IF THE WHOLE PROCESS WAS SIMPLER, HE’D HAVE CHOSEN YOU ALREADY. PART OF ME THINKS THE SLOWNESS IS ON YOUR SIDE. AM I WRONG?
THE SIMPLE ANSWER IS YES. I APPROVE OF MAXON, AND IF YOU WANT TO BE WITH HIM, I SUPPORT THAT. IF YOU DON’T, I SUPPORT THAT, TOO. I LOVE YOU, AND I WANT YOU TO BE HAPPY. MAYBE THAT MEANS YOU LIVE IN OUR SCRUBBY LITTLE HOUSE INSTEAD OF A PALACE. I’M FINE WITH THAT.
AS FOR YOUR OTHER QUESTION, I HAVE TO SAY YES TO THAT, TOO.
AMERICA, I KNOW YOU DON’T SEE MUCH IN YOURSELF, BUT YOU NEED TO START. WE TOLD YOU FOR YEARS YOU WERE TALENTED, BUT YOU DIDN’T BELIEVE IT UNTIL YOUR BOOKINGS WENT UP. I REMEMBER THE DAY YOU SAW THE FULL WEEK AND KNEW IT WAS BECAUSE OF YOUR VOICE AND THE WAY YOU PLAY, AND YOU WERE SO PROUD. IT WAS LIKE YOU WERE SUDDENLY AWARE OF EVERYTHING YOU COULD DO. AND WE’VE SAID FOR AS LONG AS I CAN REMEMBER THAT YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL, BUT I’M NOT SURE YOU EVER TRULY SAW YOURSELF THAT WAY UNTIL YOU WERE PICKED FOR THE SELECTION.
YOU HAVE IT IN YOU TO LEAD, AMERICA. YOU HAVE A GOOD HEAD ON YOUR SHOULDERS; YOU ARE WILLING TO LEARN; AND, PERHAPS MOST IMPORTANTLY, YOU SHOW COMPASSION. THAT IS SOMETHING PEOPLE IN THIS COUNTRY YEARN FOR MORE THAN YOU KNOW.
IF YOU WANT THE CROWN, AMERICA, TAKE IT. TAKE IT. BECAUSE IT SHOULD BE YOURS.
AND YET … IF YOU DON’T WANT THAT BURDEN, I COULD NEVER BLAME YOU. I WOULD WELCOME YOU HOME WITH OPEN ARMS. I LOVE YOU.
DAD
The tears spilled out quietly. He genuinely thought I could do it. He was the only one. Well, he and Nicoletta.
Nicoletta!
I’d forgotten completely about the note. I fished inside my dress and pulled it out. It was a telephone number. She didn’t even put her name on it.
I couldn’t imagine how much she was risking to make that offer.
I held the tiny piece of paper and the letter from my dad in my hands. I thought of Aspen’s certainty that I couldn’t be a princess. I remembered the last-place spot in the public poll. I thought of Maxon’s cryptic promise earlier this week ….
I closed my eyes and tried to search within myself.
Could I really do this? Could I be the next princess of Illéa?
CHAPTER 20
THE DAY AFTER THE ITALIAN reception we gathered in the Women’s Room after breakfast. The queen was absent, and none of us knew what that meant.
“I bet she’s helping Silvia write up the final report,” Elise guessed.
“I don’t think she’s supposed to have much of a say,” Kriss countered.
“Maybe she’s hung over,” Natalie offered as she pressed her fingers to her temples.
“Just because you are doesn’t mean she is,” Celeste spat.
“She might not be feeling well,” I said. “She tends to get sick a lot.”
Kriss nodded. “I wonder why that is.”
“Didn’t she grow up in the South?” Elise asked. “I hear the air and water aren’t very clean down there. Maybe it’s because of how she was raised.”
“I hear everything is bad below Sumner,” Celeste added.
“She’s probably just resting,” I interjected. “There’s a Report tonight, and she simply wants to be ready. She’s smart. It’s barely ten, and I need a nap.”
“Yeah, we should all take naps,” Natalie said wearily.
A maid entered with a small platter and walked quietly across the room, almost too nimble to be noticed.
“Wait,” Kriss said. “You don’t think they’ll talk about the reception stuff on the Report, do you?”
Celeste groaned. “I hated that stupid thing. You and America lucked out.”
“You’re joking, right? Do you have any …”
Kriss’s words dropped off as the maid stopped just to my left, revealing a small, folded note on the platter.
I felt everyone’s eyes on me as I tentatively picked up the letter and read it.
“Is that from Maxon?” Kriss asked, trying not to seem as interested as she was.
“Yes.” I didn’t look up.
“What’s it say?” she probed.
“That he needs to see me for a moment.”
Celeste laughed. “Sounds like you’re in trouble.”
I sighed and stood to follow the maid from the room. “Guess there’s only one way to find out.”
“Maybe he’s finally kicking her out,” Celeste whispered loudly enough for me to hear.
“You think?” Natalie asked a little too excitedly.
A chill went through me. Maybe he was kicking me out! If he wanted to talk to me or spend time with me, wouldn’t he have said it differently?
Maxon was waiting in the hallway, and I walked up timidly. He didn’t look upset, but he did seem tense.
> I braced myself. “So?”
He took my arm. “We have fifteen minutes. What I’m about to show you, you can’t share with anyone. Do you understand?”
I nodded.
“All right then.”
We darted up the stairs, all the way to the third floor. Gently but quickly, Maxon pulled me down the hallway to a set of white double doors. “Fifteen minutes,” he reminded.
“Fifteen minutes.”
He took a key out of his pocket and unlocked one of the doors, holding it open so I could go in before him. The room was wide and bright, with lots of windows and two doors opening onto a balcony along the wall. There was a bed, a massive armoire, and a table with chairs; but other than that the room was empty. No paintings on the walls, no pieces on the inlaid shelves. Even the paint was a little drab.
“This is the princess’s suite,” Maxon said quietly.
My eyes widened.
“I know it’s not much to look at right now. The princess is supposed to choose the decor, so once my mother moved to the queen’s suite, the room was stripped.”
Queen Amberly had slept here. Something about the room felt magical.
Maxon came up behind me and started pointing. “Those doors go to the balcony. And over there”—he pointed to the other end of the room—“those doors go to the princess’s personal study. Right here”—he noted a door to our right—“this goes to my room. Can’t have the princess too far off.”
I felt myself blush thinking of sleeping here with Maxon so close.
He stepped toward the armoire. “And this? Behind this piece of furniture is the escape to the safe room. You can get to other places in the palace this way, too, but that’s its main purpose.” He sighed. “This is a slight misuse, but I thought it would be worth it.”
Maxon placed his hand on a hidden latch, and the armoire and the panel of wall behind it swung forward. I saw him smile at the space behind it. “Right on time.”
“I wouldn’t miss it,” another voice said.
I sucked in a breath. There was no way that voice belonged to who I thought it did. I stepped to see around the hulking piece of furniture and Maxon’s smiling face. There, dressed in very plain clothes and with her hair pulled into a bun, was Marlee.
