by Kiera Cass
“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,” C
eleste 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.
“Marlee?” I whispered, sure I had to be dreaming. “What are you doing here?”
“I’ve missed you so much!” she cried, and ran to me with her arms open. With her hands out, I could see clearly the red, healing welts on her palms. It really was Marlee.
She wrapped me in a hug, and we crumpled to the ground, I was so overcome. I couldn’t stop from crying and asking over and over what in the world she was doing here.
When I quieted down long enough, Maxon got my attention. “Ten minutes. I’ll be waiting outside. Marlee, you can leave the way you came.”
She gave him her word, and Maxon left us alone.
“I don’t understand,” I said. “You were supposed to go south. You were supposed to be an Eight. Where’s Carter?”
She smiled through my misunderstanding. “We’ve been here the whole time. I just started working in the kitchens; and Carter’s still on the mend, but I think he’ll be in the stables soon.”
“On the mend?” So many questions were racing through my mind, I wasn’t sure why that one popped out.
“Yes, he walks and can sit and stand, but it’s hard for him to do anything too strenuous. He’s helping in the kitchens until he’s fully healed. He’s going to be fine though. And look at me,” she said, holding out both hands. “We’ve been very well taken care of. They aren’t pretty, but at least they don’t hurt anymore.”
I carefully touched the swollen lines on her palms, sure they couldn’t actually be painless. But she didn’t flinch, and after a moment I slid my hand into hers. It felt funny, but at the same time completely natural. Marlee was here. And I was holding her hand.
“So Maxon’s had you in the palace the whole time?”
She nodded. “After the caning, he was afraid we would be hurt if we were left on our own, so he kept us here. Two other servants, a brother and sister who had family in Panama, were sent instead.
We’re going by new names, and Carter is growing out his beard, so after a while we’ll blend in. Not a lot of people know we’re in the palace in the first place, just a few of the cooks I work with, one of the nurses, and Maxon. I don’t even think the guards know because they have to answer to the king, and he wouldn’t be pleased to find out.”
She shook her head before quickly moving on. “Our little apartment is small, basically just enough room for our bed and some shelves; but at least it’s clean. I’m trying to sew us a new bedspread, but I’m not—”
“Hold on. Our bed? As in, you share one?”
She smiled. “We got married two days ago. I told Maxon the morning we were caned that I loved Carter and that he was the one I wanted to marry, and I apologized for hurting him. He didn’t care, of course. He came to me two days ago saying there was some big event happening and that if we wanted to get married, this was the time.”
I counted back. Two days ago was when the German Federation had come. The entire palace staff was either helping serve them or preparing for the ladies from Italy.
“Maxon gave me away. I’m not sure I’ll ever see my parents again. The more distance they have from me, the better.”
I could tell she was pained to say so, but I understood why. If it had been me and I was suddenly an Eight, the kindest thing I could do for my family was disappear. It would take time, but people would forget. Eventually, my parents would recover.
To push away her sad thoughts, she fanned out her left hand, and I noticed the little band across her finger for the first time. It was twine tied in a simple knot, but it was a clear statement: I’m taken.
“I think I’m going to have to get him to give me a new one soon; I’m already fraying this one. I guess if he works in the stables, I’ll have to make him a new ring every day.” She playfully shrugged.
“Not that I mind.”
My mind had jumped to another question that I worried might be rude to ask, but I knew I would never be able to have this kind of conversation with my mom or Kenna. “So, have you … you know?”
It took her a moment to understand, but then she laughed. “Oh! Yes, we have.”
We both giggled. “How is it?”
“Honestly? A little uncomfortable at first. The second time was better.”
“Oh.” I didn’t know what else to say.
“Yeah.”
There was a bit of a pause.
“I’ve been really lonely without you. I miss you.” I played with the little piece of twine on her finger.
“I miss you, too. Maybe once you’re the princess, I can sneak up here all the time.”
I snorted. “I’m not so sure that’ll happen.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, her face turning serious. “You’re still his favorite, right?”
I shrugged.
“What happened?” The question was laced with concern, and I didn’t want to admit that it had started with losing her. It wasn’t her fault.
“Just things.”
“America, what’s going on?”
I sighed. “After you got caned, I was upset with Maxon. It took me a while to realize that he wouldn’t have done something like that if he could have stopped it.”
Marlee nodded. “He tried so hard, America. And when he couldn’t, he did everything he could to make the situation better. So don’t be mad at him.”
“I’m not anymore, but I’m also
not sure I want to be the princess. I don’t know if I could do what he did. And then there was this poll in a magazine Celeste showed me. The people don’t like me, Marlee. I’m at the bottom.
“I’m not sure I have what it takes. I was never a good choice, and it seems like I’m plummeting.
And now … now … I think Maxon wants Kriss.”
“Kriss? When did that happen?”
“I have no idea, and I don’t know what to do. Part of me thinks it’s a good thing. She’d make a better princess; and if he really likes her, I want him to be happy. And he’s supposed to do another elimination really soon. When he called me out today, I thought I might be going home.”
Marlee laughed. “You’re so ridiculous. If Maxon didn’t have feelings for you, he’d have sent you home a long time ago. The reason you’re still here is because he refuses to lose hope.”
Something between a choke and a laugh came out of my mouth.
“I wish we could talk more, but I should go,” she said. “We’re taking advantage of guards changing to do this.”
“I don’t care that it’s short. I’m just glad to know you’re okay.”
She pulled me in for a hug. “Don’t give up yet, all right?”
“I won’t. Maybe you could send me a letter or something sometime?”
“That might work. We’ll see.” She let me go, and we stood together. “If they polled me, I would have voted for you. I’ve always thought it should be you.”
I blushed. “Go on, now. Say hello to your husband for me.”
She smiled. “I will.” Nimbly, she went over to the armoire and found the latch. For some reason, I thought the caning would break her, but she was stronger now. She even carried herself differently.
Marlee turned to blow me a kiss and disappeared.
I quickly exited the room and found that Maxon was waiting in the hallway. At the sound of the door, he looked up from his book, smiling, and I went over to sit by him.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“I had to make sure they were safe first. My father doesn’t know I did this; and until I knew it wouldn’t endanger them, I had to keep it to myself. I’m hoping to arrange for you to see her more, but that will take time.”