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I smirked. “Yes, but I am sure you assumed, did you not?”
“Yes.” He took a moment. “What shall be done now?”
“Now, you will have the staff prepare for her. We will arrive later this morning. I wish for her to be in the room adjacent to mine.”
“That room is meant for your fiancée, sir. Is that what she is?”
“Yes.” I smiled.
There was a long pause on the line.
“Ambrose?”
“Sir, may I speak my mind?”
The smile on my face dropped. “Of course, Ambrose.”
“Prince Arthur had many great plans for this nation. Many ideas that, well, many others did not understand or agree with. However, he had the people’s trust and acknowledgment behind him.”
“Are you saying I do not have that, Ambrose?”
“You are slowly building it, sir, that same trust and acknowledgment. People are coming to see you as the new Adelaar. Anything new may—”
“Ambrose,” I interjected, not wanting to hear anymore. “I am determined. I shall have my way in this.”
“Very well, sir. But there must be a statement,” he said, the tone in his voice changing.
“Then, there will be a statement. I will personally write it and send it to you so you may look it over.” I frowned, leaning against the window as my brother’s face came to my mind.
“Yes, sir, and when do you wish for it to be released?”
“Immediately.”
Another pause before he finally said, “Very well.”
“Ambrose.” I sighed, sincerely wishing it did not have to be this way, praying that she and I were underestimating people's true nature.
“Yes, sir?”
“Before you send out the statement, prepare for everything—the media, the leaks, the gossips, everything. There may be a need for many more statements ahead, I am sure.”
“Understood. We will prepare. But so must you, sir,” he replied.
I snickered, nodding, and let out the air in my lungs. “Do you think we shall survive it?”
“The House of Monterey always survives—somehow.”
I nodded. “We shall see you soon.”
“Very good, sir.”
Hanging up, I turned to go back to the room and found her standing there, sleepy-eyed, and in an oversized robe.
“Jesus!” I held my hand over my heart. “Odette, make a sound! You know I hate when things or people just appear behind me.”
“Fâlipüks,” she replied, calling me a scaredy-cat in Ersovian.
My mouth dropped open. I could not help but smile. “What did you just say?”
