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She turned back to me as if she were determined to prove it. “Explain? Okay, and what do you call sending me flowers and letters almost every single day until I agreed to go out with you?”
“That is called wooing, courting, romancing—have you heard of it?” I pressed.
“And getting my mother to help you with that? Magically showing up at my house at all the right times?” Her eyes narrowed.
I grinned. “I would call that strategic planning,”
“Mmm.” She nodded as if she didn’t believe me. “Sounds a little bit manipulative to me.”
Oh, she wanted to play games? Fine, I could play. “Who flew across the globe to come to divorce me, sweetheart?”
“What does that mean?”
“I’m asking you.”
“I came for a divorce—”
“But you didn’t even bother to check if we were legally married. Really?” I asked her with the same tone she asked me.
Her mouth dropped open. “Why would I check when I knew we went to the city hall together? Why would I think anything wouldn’t be official?”
“And that time you invited me to join you for a walk by the northern garden, and we—”
Her gloved hands were over my mouth in a minute as she looked at me with the most intense glare. Under the palace rules, we were supposed to abstain until our wedding. We had tried. Believe me, we tried. But instead, we succeeded in getting a lot more creative…and secretive. I’m sure people knew, but I think they just let us be. That said, we still didn’t go proclaiming to the world that we were having secret hookups throughout the palace grounds leading up to the wedding.
“Sir, ma’am, we are arriving in one more minute,” Iskandar said from the front seat beside Thelma, who was driving—both of them completely calm and not at all bothered despite the fact that their king and queen were acting like teenagers in the back seat.
Odette pulled her hands from my mouth and sat back down gently to fix her gloves first and then her hat, then puffing her ponytail. It was funny to watch her reset herself. I could watch her do this all day.
“You are staring,” she grumbled at me.
“It’s your fault for being so beautiful.” I shrugged.
Rolling her eyes at me, she leaned over and adjusted my tie just as we turned the corner and pulled up to the train station stop. I sat back, resetting myself also as I heard them, and began to see their camera flashes already. They were nearly falling over themselves as security tried to keep them on one side and a few members of the chosen public who came to see us off on the other.
“Stay close to me,” I told her, taking her hand.
“Always,” she replied, and it was the only thing I needed to hear.
When the car came to a full stop, I took a deep breath before the door opened and I heard…
“King Galahad, any comment about the recently released photos of you?”
“When were the photos taken?”
“Who were the photos taken by? A disgruntled lover. Lovers?”
“Queen Odette, do you have anything to say about your husband’s photos?”
“Odette, are you the one who released the photos?”
“Are you currently having any affairs, sir?”
“There are rumors of an open marriage; is there any truth to that, sir?”
These people were evil. But there were only seven steps to the train platform. We were so close…and then she stopped and let go.
“Odette?” I turned to her when I felt her hand leave mine.
