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your precious Camille good-bye.”
    He scrunched his forehead. “What?”
    I slumped back into my chair. “Mom and Dad need toboost morale. They’ve decided that, for the sake of Illéa,” I said in mock patriotism, “I need to go through a Selection.”
    I was expecting abject horror. Perhaps a sympathetic hand on my shoulder. But Ahren threw back his head and laughed.
    “Ahren!”
    He continued to howl, pitching himself forward and hitting his knee.
    “You’re going to wrinkle your suit,” I warned, which only made him laugh harder. “For goodness’ sake, stop it! What am I supposed to do?”
    “As if I know! I can’t believe they think this would even work,” he added, his smile still not fading.
    “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    He shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I thought, if you ever did get married, it’d be down the line. I think everyone assumed that.”
    “And what is that supposed to mean?”
    The warm touch I’d been hoping for finally came as he reached for my hand. “Come on, Eady. You’ve always been independent. It’s the queen in you. You like to be in charge, do things on your own. I didn’t think you’d partner up with anyone until you at least got to reign for a while.”
    “Not like I really had a choice in the first place,” I mumbled, tilting my head to the floor but still looking to my brother.
    He gave me a little pout. “Poor little princess. Don’t want to rule the world?”
    I swatted his hand away. “Seven minutes. It should havebeen you. I’d much rather sit alone and scribble away instead of do all that stupid paperwork. And this ridiculous Selection nonsense! Can’t you see how dreadful this is?”
    “How did you get roped into this anyway? I thought they’d done away with it.”
    I rolled my eyes again. “It has absolutely nothing to do with me. That’s the worst part. Dad’s facing public opposition, so he’s trying to distract them.” I shook my head. “It’s getting really bad, Ahren. People are destroying homes and businesses. Some have died. Dad isn’t completely sure where it’s coming from, but he thinks it’s people our age, the generation that grew up without castes, causing most of it.”
    He made a face. “That doesn’t make sense. How could growing up without those restrictions make you upset?”
    I paused, thinking. How could I explain what we could only really guess at? “Well, I grew up being told I was going to be queen one day. That was it. No choice. You grew up knowing you had options. You could go into the military, you could become an ambassador, you could do plenty of things. But what if that wasn’t really happening? What if you didn’t have all the opportunities you thought you would?”
    “Huh,” he said, following. “So they’re being denied jobs?”
    “Jobs, education, money. I’ve heard of people refusing to let their kids get married because of old castes. Nothing is happening the way Dad thought it would, and it’s nearly impossible to control. Can we force people to be fair?”
    “And that’s what Dad’s trying to figure out now?” he asked, skeptical.
    “Yes, and I’m the smoke-and-mirror act diverting their attention while he comes up with a plan.”
    He chuckled. “That makes much more sense than you suddenly being romantically inclined.”
    I cocked my head. “Let it go, Ahren. So I’m not interested in marriage. Why does that matter? Other women can stay single.”
    “But other women aren’t expected to produce an heir.”
    I hit him again. “Help me! What do I do?”
    His eyes searched mine, and I knew, as easily as I could read any emotion in him, that he saw I was terrified. Not irritated or angry. Not outraged or repulsed.
    I was scared.
    It was one thing to be expected to rule, to hold the weight of millions of people in my hands. That was a job, a task. I could check things off lists, delegate. But this was much more personal, one more piece of my life that ought to be mine but