“I enjoy wood carving. I’ve always found it therapeutic in a way.” Why do I find that so enticing? His large hands, maneuvering tools over a piece of wood... “My talent isn’t as admirable as others, but it does act as an escape for me.”
“I’m sure whatever you carve is a thousand times better than what I can do. I don’t have many skillful talents like that, or at least that I’ve tried. I think the best tool in my toolbox is my ability to rally and convince a crowd to let me spray them down with water.”
“A talent in itself.”
He closes his eyes and leans against his pillow. I can sense he wants to go to sleep, so I take a deep breath, wanting to ask him one more question. “Keller?”
He peeps his eyes open. “Yeah?”
“Do you think I could do it? Do you think I have it in me to take on this role?”
My question is met without an immediate response, which worries me.
And as he gives it some thought, I feel myself shrink deeper and deeper into the couch, my nervous stomach filling with trepidation. I have no idea about my abilities to be a *gulp* queen. My knowledge on the matter feels like a negative ten out of a scale of one hundred and, I don’t know, maybe some reassurance could help me decide what to do.
When his eyes finally meet mine, I’m greeted with a gentle expression, a far cry from the dirty man from earlier. He speaks softly, but with a sense of validation in his voice.
“I think your life is in Miami, but your soul rests among the moss and lava rock. You belong here, Lilly.” And for the first time since I met Keller, I feel as though he doesn’t dislike me. And that’s when I realize I want that from him.I want him not to be disappointed in me. I want to make him smile more.
With that, his eyes drift shut, leaving me with a newfound sense of wonderment.
What if he’s right?
What if I do belong here?
What if... what if I was supposed to be here all along?
What if I’m supposed to be queen?
* * *
“How are you feeling?”Lara asks as she takes a seat next to me on the couch. She offers me a handkerchief of ice that I press gently to my cut. Brimar and Keller went out for a long jog this morning, despite the bags under their eyes or the yawns that wouldn’t evade them.
Lara said she would get her workout in later so she could stay and tend to me. Frankly, I think it’s ridiculous, it’s a minor cut on my head, but no matter what I say, none of them will listen.
“I’m feeling pretty good. Sore, tired. Keller wasn’t kidding when he said he would wake me up.”
“It’s protocol. But I’m glad you’re doing okay. I just want to say—”
“Lara, do not apologize again, do you hear me?” I say to the beautiful blonde. Standing at six feet, she’s a total babe with her strong, athletic frame, thick thighs, and smooth facial features. Sitting next to her, I know there’s no chance anything could happen to me.
“I do.” She winces. “But I am.”
“I know you are,” I say. “But honestly, I think it was really badass what you did last night. If I heard something in the middle of the night, I wouldn’t have used a broom like a spear to stun the attacker, I would have crawled under my bed and prayed to the Lord above that I was invisible.”
She laughs. “I’ve always been a bit of a daredevil and faced fear head-on.”
“God, you’re so cool. And the fact that I have a female bodyguard watching over me... can we pause and offer a round of applause to feminism? I love that you’re here with us.”
“I do too. This is momentous in our country’s history, and I’m excited to play a small part in it.” She worries her lip. “Not to pressure you, but have you made a decision about what you’re going to do?”
“I think maybe I have.”
“Really?” she asks in a hopeful tone just as the men walk through the front door of the castle and join us in the living room. Both of their faces are red, chilly from the wind whipping around this morning, but even though I know it’s a damp morning with a light sprinkle, there are still sweat stains on their shirts, a deepVmarking the front of their chests.
“Everything okay?” Keller asks, walking up to us.
“Yes,” Lara says. “I was just going to go grab some breakfast for everyone. How’s oatmeal?” That hopeful look on her face seconds ago disappears as she goes into work mode.
