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She had no idea how different her press and royal press were. They were two different beasts.
“Come on, next reason?” She waved me on.
“You’ll need to learn Ersovian.”
She paused, thinking about it and nodded. “That’s not too bad, either. Is your language really hard? Say something for me.”
“You are very bossy. You know that?” I said in Ersovian.
A look of suspicion came over her face. And you would think she understood what I meant. “What did you say?”
“That you look pretty,” I lied.
“Yeah, that was a lie, but I’ll let it go.” She was spot on. “Anyway, learning a third language isn’t that bad.”
“A third?” That was not in her profile.
“My dad made my sister and me learn Mandarin. He said it was the language of the future.” She shrugged. “Why do you look so impressed. I bet you know like six or something.”
“Seven actually,” I said proudly. “But not Mandarin.”
“Of course, you do...What are other cons?”
I sighed, scratching the back of my head. “I do not know. Running a bunch of charities? Learning the ten thousand and one palace rules. Not being able to state your opinions in public. Moving?”
“Ugh! That’s almost my life now.” She groaned, shifting.
Noticing she was about to fall over, I grabbed her glass and the bottle from her hands, and she curled up into a ball beside me.
“You should say something like I’d have an evil mother-in-law—”
“That would be my mother, and she’s one of the most kindhearted women I have ever met.”
“Well, you are her son, so of course, that’s how you see her. But it’s good you feel that way,” she muttered, fluffing the pillow under her head. “Would I have to give up my music?”
I thought about it. “No, I do not think so. Since you can sing from anywhere, it’s fine, so long as the proceeds go to a charity. My brother’s wife is a famous painter. She did not have to stop that.”
She frowned. “You really aren’t helping me right now, Gale.”
“No, but I believe I am helping myself.” I smiled down at her.
“This is an arranged marriage. We can’t just say yes like this. There have to be some negatives we aren’t thinking about,” she muttered, clearly struggling to keep her eyes open. Then out of nowhere. “Oh, right, I bet you have a lot of exes that would try to destroy me or something.”
Damn.
“You do!” She pointed at me, grinning like she’d won the lottery.
“They would not try to destroy you. They would be jealous, of course, but still.” My past was a little more recent, but it was still the past. “I bet you have men that would want to kill me, too.”
She shook her head and shrugged. “All my exes are married now.”
“Just because they are married does not mean they do not still want you.” Some of mine were married when I met them. But I was not going to admit that, or she really would just get up and walk away.
She snickered. “You have no idea how good I am at burning bridges.”
“Then tell me.”
“Oh, also”—she was very good at changing the subject—“we don’t even know if we will like each other. What if we can’t stand each other?”
