The Crown (The Selection #5) - Kiera Cass Page 0,38

about a thing.”

He swallowed, looking away. “Please, Dad, I don’t mean it as an insult. I—”

He held up a hand, and I silenced myself, stunned to see tears in his eyes when he turned back to me. “I’m not insulted,” he answered gruffly before clearing his throat. “I’m just so proud of you.”

I smiled. “So … you’ll let me ascend?”

“You’ll have a difficult time,” he said seriously. “The people are restless.”

“I know. I’m not scared. Well, not that scared.”

We shared a laugh. “You’ll be wonderful.”

I shrugged. “I’m no you. And I’m definitely no Mom. But I can do this. I have help, and I’ll still have the both of you. And between all of us, I’ll probably come out looking like a decent queen.”

He shook his head. “You are more than decent, Eadlyn. Maybe I haven’t told you enough, but you’re an extraordinary young woman. Bright and funny and capable. What a privilege it will be to be your subject.” His words were so genuine that I found myself blinking back tears.

I didn’t realize how much his opinion of my actions mattered until that moment. I should have, though, considering how many steps I’d taken at his suggestion. It meant the world that he approved of ones I was taking on my own.

He took a deep breath. “Okay, then.” Standing, he walked around the table and slid his signet ring off his ring finger and onto the middle finger of my hand. His eyes, the clearest I’d seen them in days, stared deeply into mine. “That looks rather nice on you.”

I tilted my head. “Nearly everything does.”

WHEN MOM WALKED INTO THE studio on Friday evening, the entire room broke out in applause. She lifted her hand in a wave, acknowledging the support as Dad walked so close beside her you couldn’t see a speck of light between them. She had a tiny limp from where the doctors had removed the vein from her leg, but she was so graceful, you really had to look to see it. She’d chosen a dress with a high neckline, and I could tell by the way she kept touching it that she was anxious about her scar.

“You look wonderful,” I said, stepping in stride with her and Dad, trying to distract her.

“Thank you. So do you.”

“How are you feeling, Dad?” I leaned around her, trying to gauge his emotions.

He tilted his head from side to side. “Part relieved, part nervous. Not about you—you’ll do fine. I’m just concerned about the reaction.”

I noted that he looked a bit more rested, and I could tell that seeing Mom all dressed up lifted his spirits.

“Me, too. But we knew this day would come sooner or later. I’d rather do it now and help when it’s most useful.”

Mom let out a wistful sigh. “Finally out of the spotlight and into the background,” she said. “I’ve missed it there.”

“People will still watch, my dear,” Dad said. “Just try to keep your chin up tonight, and I’ll be right beside you if you need me.”

“So, same as always?”

He smiled. “Same as always.”

“Look, I don’t plan to kick you out or anything, but if you insist on being mushy all the time, I’ll have you in a cottage faster than you can say P-D-A.”

Mom kissed my head. “Good luck tonight.”

They made their way to the chairs while I walked across to the boys.

“Your Highness.” Ean sank into a bow, his smile brighter than usual.

“Hello, sir.”

“How are you tonight?”

“Good, I think. It’s going to be a very exciting show.”

He leaned in. “I’m always up for a little excitement,” he whispered.

Ean smelled of aftershave and tobacco, and as there had been since the moment we’d met, something slightly hypnotic filled the air around him.

“I’ve been very busy lately, but I’ve been wondering if you and I should have a date soon.”

He shrugged. “Only if you want one. As I said, I have no intention of demanding anything from you.”

“So you’re quite comfortable?”

“I am,” he answered with a smile. “And as always, I’m here for you in whatever capacity you need me.”

He bowed and walked away, sitting down next to Hale, who whispered something to Ean as he approached. I watched Ean shake his head in reply. Hale looked unsettled, and I realized we hadn’t spoken since our disaster of a date. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to cross that bridge yet.

I walked over to my small group of suitors all the same.

“It’s so great to see the queen back,” Fox said.

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