to pick up on their hints. I knew what the Selection was, but never, not even once, had it been suggested as an option for any of us, let alone me.
“No.”
Mom put up her hands, cautioning me. “Just listen—”
“A Selection?” I burst out. “That’s insane!”
“Eadlyn, you’re being irrational.”
I glared at her. “You promised—you promised—you’d never force me into marrying someone for an alliance. How is this any better?”
“Hear us out,” she urged.
“No!” I shouted. “I won’t do it.”
“Calm down, love.”
“Don’t talk to me like that. I’m not a child!”
Mom sighed. “You’re certainly acting like one.”
“You’re ruining my life!” I ran my fingers through my hair and took several deep breaths, hoping it would help me think. This couldn’t happen. Not to me.
“It’s a huge opportunity,” Dad insisted.
“You’re trying to shackle me to a stranger!”
“I told you she’d be stubborn,” Mom muttered to Dad.
“Wonder where she gets that from,” he shot back with a smile.
“Don’t talk about me like I’m not in the room!”
“I’m sorry,” Dad said. “We just need you to consider this.”
“What about Ahren? Can’t he do it?”
“Ahren isn’t going to be the future king. Besides, he has Camille.”
Princess Camille was the heir to the French throne, and a few years ago she’d managed to bat her lashes all the way into Ahren’s heart.
“Then make them get married!” I pleaded.
“Camille will be queen when her time comes, and she, like you, will have to ask her partner to marry her. If it was Ahren’s choice, we’d consider it; but it’s not.”
“What about Kaden? Can’t you have him do it?”
Mom laughed humorlessly. “He’s fourteen! We don’t have that kind of time. The people need something to be excited about now.” She narrowed her eyes at me. “And, honestly, isn’t it time you look for someone to rule beside you?”
Dad nodded. “It’s true. It’s not a role that should be shouldered alone.”
“But I don’t want to get married,” I pleaded. “Please don’t make me do this. I’m only eighteen.”
“Which is how old I was when I married your father,” Mom stated.
“I’m not ready,” I urged. “I don’t want a husband. Please don’t do this to me.”
Mom reached across the table and put her hand on mine. “No one would be doing anything to you. You would be doing something for your people. You’d be giving them a gift.”
“You mean faking a smile when I’d rather cry?”
She gave me a fleeting frown. “That has always been part of our job.”
I stared at her, silently demanding a better answer.
“Eadlyn, why don’t you take some time to think this over?” Dad said calmly. “I know this is a big thing we’re asking of you.”
“Does that mean I have a choice?”
Dad inhaled deeply, considering. “Well, love, you’ll really have thirty-five choices.”
I leaped up from my chair, pointing toward the door.
“Get out!” I demanded. “Get! Out!”
Without another word they left my room.
Didn’t they know who I was, what they’d trained me for? I was Eadlyn Schreave. No one was more powerful than me.
So if they thought I was going down without a fight, they were sadly mistaken.
CHAPTER 3
I DECIDED TO TAKE DINNER in my room. I didn’t feel like seeing my family at the moment. I was irate with all of them. At my parents for being happy, at Ahren for not picking up the pace eighteen years ago, at Kaden and Osten for being so young.
Neena circled me, filling my cup as she spoke. “Do you think you’ll go through with it, miss?” she asked.
“I’m still trying to figure a way out.”
“What if you said you were already in love with somebody?”
I shook my head as I poked at my food. “I insulted my three most likely candidates right in front of them.”
She set a small plate of chocolates in the middle of the table, guessing correctly that I’d probably want those more than the caviar-garnished salmon.
“Perhaps a guard then? Happens to the maids often enough,” she suggested with a giggle.
I scoffed. “That’s fine for them, but I’m not that desperate.”
Her laughter faded.
I saw immediately that I had offended her, but that was the truth. I couldn’t settle for any old person, let alone a guard. Even considering it was a waste of time. I needed a way out of this whole situation.
“I don’t mean it like that, Neena. It’s just that people expect certain things from me.”
“Of course.”
“I’m done. You can go for the night; I’ll leave the cart in the hallway.”