“You can pull it together for five minutes of pictures, son.”
Ahren laughed. “Oh, I’ve missed you all.”
I swatted him. “I’m so glad no one’s actually filming this.”
“Okay, okay. We’re all ready,” Dad called to the photographer. He and Mom posed behind me, their arms on the back of my chair. Osten and Ahren knelt on either side of me, while Kaden stood with one hand behind his back, almost challenging me for the most regal-looking family member of the day.
The photographer snapped shot after shot until he was satisfied. “And who’s next?”
We all stayed where we were, pulling Camille into the picture. Then, so we would have a picture of the whole family, each of the Elite boys was rotated through the portrait.
Then it was a picture of me with the Legers, then one with each member of the advisory board, including Lady Brice, who bypassed the traditionally stiff pose and hugged me tightly instead. “I’m so proud!” she kept saying. “Just so, so proud!” Then, of course, we had to get a shot with the entire Woodwork family.
Josie walked up as fast as she could, placing herself so she was practically front and center. I shook my head as Miss Marlee gave me a big hug.
“I’m so happy for you, honey. You’ve grown up so fast.”
I laughed. “Thank you, Miss Marlee. I’m glad you could all be here today.”
Mr. Woodwork smiled. “As if we’d miss it. Congratulations.”
Miss Marlee still held my hands. “These past few months, seeing you ascend, and watching you and Kile become so close, have been wonderful.”
I smiled. “Honestly, it’s hard to imagine us not being friends now. I can’t believe it took us this long to actually get to know each other.”
“It’s funny how that works,” Miss Marlee replied. “It seems like a shame you and Josie have hardly gotten to spend any time together.”
“What?” Josie said, able to hear her name if it was so much as tapped out in Morse code on a different continent.
“It might be good for you to do more together.” Miss Marlee looked between the two of us, glowing with joy.
“Yeah! We totally should!” Josie squealed.
“And I’d love to,” I lied. “But now that I’m queen, I’m afraid my free time will be very limited.”
Mom smiled knowingly behind her friend. I could tell she realized exactly what I was trying to do.
Miss Marlee frowned. “True. Oh, I know! Why don’t you have Josie shadow you for a few days? She’s always had a deep interest in the life of a princess. Now she can study a queen!”
“That. Would be. Amazing!” Josie grabbed my hand, and to my credit, I didn’t jerk it away.
With everyone waiting for me to speak and my mother’s eyes warning me that, queen or not, I’d better not disappoint her closest friend, I didn’t have a choice.
“Sure. Josie can shadow me. That will be … great.”
Josie danced back to her spot, and I eyed Kile, who was doing his best not to laugh at my newest predicament. His amusement made me smile, and I felt confident that I’d at least look happy in the pictures.
Finally it was time for the individual portraits with the Elite. I stood in my coronation gown as they were each cycled onto the set.
Fox was first, and he looked sharp in his dark-gray suit. “Okay, so what do I do?” he asked. “In the family picture, I put my arms by my side; but I feel like I should, I don’t know, hold your hand or something.”
The photographer called out, “Yes, that’s good,” as Fox took my hand in his. He stepped a little closer, and we smiled as clicks flashed through in quick succession.
Ean sauntered over next, looking quite pleased. “Stunning, Eadlyn. Absolutely stunning.”
“Thanks. You don’t look so bad yourself.”
“True,” he said, smirking. “Very true.”
He positioned himself behind me. “I haven’t gotten to thank you yet. Both for your pardon and your discretion.”
“You and I always got by on minimal communication. I knew you were thankful.”
“I’d been preparing myself for a life of disappointment,” he admitted, his tone the closest to nervousness I’d ever heard it. “To consider that anything else is possible feels unreal. I’m not quite sure how to move forward.”
“Just live.”
Ean smiled at me, kissed my forehead, and moved to the side.
After Ean it was Kile’s turn, and he barreled across the set, making me scream when he scooped me up and spun me around.
“Put me down!”
“Why? Because you’re queen? I’ll need a better reason than