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name? Ah!) refuses to have any child of his made an Eight, and that’s more than some men years older than him would do. So, sorry you’ll miss the wedding, but we’re happy for Romina.
    Anyway, that’s the family you haveright now. A bunch of farmers and a few lawbreakers. Just be the beautiful, loving girl we all know you are, and the prince will undoubtedly fall for you despite your caste.
    We love you. Write again. I miss hearing your voice. You make things feel more peaceful around here, and I don’t think I noticed it until you weren’t here to do it.
    Farewell for now, Princess Amberly. Please remember us little people when you get your crown!

CHAPTER 4
    M ARTHA BRUSHED THE KNOTS OUT of my hair. Even with it shorter, it was still a serious task considering how thick it was. I secretly hoped she would take her time. This was one of the few things that reminded me of home. If I closed my eyes and held my breath, it could have been Adele pulling the comb.
    As I was picturing the slight gray tinge of home, hearing Mama hum over the constant sounds of delivery vans, someone knocked and I was pulled back to the present.
    Cindly ran to the door, and the second after she opened it, she dropped into a curtsy. “Your Highness.”
    I stood and immediately crossed my arms over my chest, feeling incredibly vulnerable. The nightgowns were so thin.
    “Martha,” I whispered urgently. She peeked up from her curtsy. “My robe. Please.”
    She rushed to get it as I turned to face Prince Clarkson. “Your Highness. How kind of you to visit.” I curtsied quickly, then moved my arms back to my chest.
    “I was wondering if you might join me for a late dessert.”
    A date? He was here for a date?
    And I was in my nightgown, makeup stripped, hair half brushed. “Umm, should I . . . change?”
    Martha handed me my robe, and I swooped it on.
    “No, you’re fine as you are,” he insisted, walking into my room as if he owned it. Which, I guessed, he did. Behind his back, Emon and Cindly scurried out of the room. Martha looked at me for instruction, and after I gave her a quick nod, she left.
    “Are you happy with your room?” Clarkson asked. “It’s rather small.”
    I laughed. “I suppose if you’ve grown up in a palace it would seem that way. I like it, though.”
    He walked over to the window. “Not much of a view.”
    “But I like the sound of the fountain. And when anyone drives up, I hear the crunch of the gravel. I’m used to a lot of noise.”
    He made a face. “What kind of noise?”
    “Music being played on loudspeakers. I didn’t realize that didn’t happen in every town until I got here. And engines from trucks or motorbikes. Oh, and dogs. I’m used to barking.”
    “Quite the lullaby,” he remarked, walking back to me. “Are you ready?”
    I discreetly searched for my slippers, spotted them by my bed, and went to put them on. “Yes.”
    He strode over to the door, then looked at me and extended his arm. I bit at my smile as I went to join him.
    He didn’t seem to particularly like being touched. I noticed that he almost always walked with his hands behind his back and kept a brisk pace. Even now, as we made our way through the halls, he wasn’t exactly taking his time.
    Considering that, I felt a thrill all over again at how he teased me with my letter the other day, and that he allowed me to be near him at all right now.
    “Where are we going?”
    “There’s an exceptionally nice lounge on the third floor. Excellent view of the gardens.”
    “Do you like the gardens?”
    “I like to look at them.”
    I laughed, but he was completely serious.
    We came to a set of open doors, and even from the hallway I could feel the fresh air. The room was lit by nothing but candles, and I thought my heart might explode from pure happiness. I actually had to touch my chest to make sure everything was still intact.
    Three huge windows were open, leaving their billowy curtains tiptoeing in the breeze. In front