He gave a fake smile, one not reaching his eyes. “Of course. Then, good evening, Edwin.”
I hated that look on his face. I hated it to death but couldn’t figure out what else to say except ayesto wipe it off again. I watched him go, feeling like I’d mis-stepped or made a serious mistake somehow. Still, what else could I say?
Sixteen
James
The day was very fair, with barely a cloud in the sky, and the perfect weather for a garden party. With the start of the social season in the capital, any excuse for a party was seized upon, and I’d hosted this one in order to re-meet the allies I’d had in my first life. I had very deliberately chosen the closest of the families, the ones who had always supported and never failed me, which amounted to about fifty people altogether.
Standing in the garden, surrounded by small round tables with different delicacies, elaborate flower centerpieces, and free-flowing punch, I felt satisfied. The staff had done an excellent job; the royal garden was fully decorated and beautiful. The fountain in the center provided a light background noise of flowing water. I couldn’t even see the musicians, but I could hear a calm, melodic song being played. Overall, a lovely atmosphere. All the families I’d invited were here: Wickhams, Aldridges, Staggs, Gresleys, Featherstones, and Doughtrys. Excellent.
In my previous life, the Wickhams, Aldridges, and Doughtrys had been my main support in the war. They’d provided multiplemilitary leaders, knights, and financial support. Without them, we’d have fallen in the first two months. The Staggs, Gresleys, and Featherstones had also made huge financial donations and hired mercenaries—including mages—to assist with the war efforts. I’d never forget how generous they were, how battle ready in their own ways. Countess Staggs had led an entire retreat when we’d abandoned the north, almost on her own, with only six knights accompanying her.
And not lost a single soul in the process.
Truly, if any other disaster broke out, I’d be calling on her first. Every military man dreamed about having a troop leader like her.
I also, somehow, spotted a few faces I shouldn’t have. Why the hell was Perry Marsh here? He’d been a neutral lord my entire reign until the war with the demons had reached its zenith and he’d faced public backlash about not taking a side. Even then he’d only lent his aid begrudgingly.
He’d weaseled his way into my garden party for a reason, but why?
Smiling wide, he greeted me. “Prince James, how are you? I don’t believe we’ve been formally introduced. I’m Perry Marsh, Earl of Granthorpe. This is my lovely daughter, Rebecca.”
The smile and tone he used clued me in immediately. Ah.Thatwas why he was here, to make a match for his daughter.
Vuheia save me.
Rebecca Marsh curtsied, but her smile looked forced and pained. As I recalled, Rebecca had chosen to not marry at all, instead joining one of the religious orders as a priestess. I honestly didn’t even remember her face, as she’d disappeared from society shortly after I’d walked into it.
Likely because she’d gotten fed up with her father trying to sell her off.
I politely bowed in response. “Lady Rebecca. Well, I’m quite surprised to see both of you.”
Court speech forI didn’t invite you, why the hell are you here?
Earl Marsh’s smile twitched, as if he’d heard me loud and clear. “We accompanied the Featherstones,” he explained, maintaining his smile through effort. “The more the merrier, am I right?”
I’d have a talk with the Featherstones shortly after this. They should not have invited the Marshes. Well, it was likely Baroness Featherstone’s fault. Perry was her cousin, and she had a soft heart for him. For some reason.
Still, I gave him a very firm look. He cleared his throat and glanced away. Yes, you do know you’re being rude, don’t you?
“Well, since you’re here, enjoy the party,” I stated with a nod, then walked away.
Hopefully Rebecca escaped her father soon. This was very uncouth behavior.
Who I wanted to speak with first were Duke and Duchess Wickham, as they were very forward-thinking people. They’d support the idea of Helena taking the throne if I broached it with them. Also, they had quite a bit of political pull, so even King Patrick couldn’t ignore them. I needed to plant the seed.
Now, where were they?
Dammit, I needed Edwin. He was an amazing people herder. The best in the business. He herded people before they even realized they were being led in a direction, and then they blinked and found they’d arrived somewhere they hadn’t intended to go. I’d watched him in action for years and still had no idea how he did it.
Helena lifted a hand, and I obeyed the silent summons, weaving my way toward her. She looked resplendent in a breezy light green dress that shifted with the light—truly enchantingon her. She stood with the Aldridges, which pleased me. I had wanted to talk to them soon.
Baron Aldridge was new to his position, his father having retired to a country house some three or so years ago. His new wife, who he’d married last year, stood at his elbow and was visibly pregnant.
“James”—Helena handled the introductions smoothly—“I don’t believe you’ve met Baron and Baroness Aldridge?”
“I’ve not had the pleasure aside from a quick greeting at my adoption ball,” I replied, greeting them both. “I’m very happy you were able to attend today.”
