“Is there anythingyoucan tell me about that night?” Moeller asked. “I don’t agree with Alexander’s decision to prevent General Savatier from interviewing you.”
Evelyn scowled. “You think I had something to do with it?”
“No. I just don’t like that everyone here seems to pick and choose when you are allowed to be useful. You saved dozens of lives, but you weren’t given the chance to talk about it?”
She felt a surge of pride at his words.
That’s what I tried to tell General Savatier the night of the ball. I didn’t know then that Leo was involved.
“Alexander was with me the whole time,” Evelyn said. “He saw everything I did.”
“Just because you are marrying him doesn’t mean you are the same person. Give your own instincts a little credit.”
“I didn’t see anything unusual. I don’t know what happened.”
Moeller looked skeptical but didn’t push it. “Come back to this office after dinner and I’ll show you how to use your magic.”
“I don’t remember agreeing to that,” Evelyn argued.
“You’ll be here, or I’ll ask Fontaine to fetch you. I assume he doesn’t know yet what you’ve been up to.”
Dammit.
“After dinner,” she agreed.
Moeller inclined his head. “Have a pleasant afternoon, Princess. Do let me know if you remember anything important.”
42
Teacher
Hannah and King Tristan did not come to dinner that evening. Evelyn sat between Leo and Damien. The lords of the four courts had also joined them.
It’s the night of my engagement and I don’t have any family in this room. Rory is the only other person from Carrowmore. I wish Rowan were here.
“Damien, do you know if my brother is coming to the wedding?” Evelyn asked.
Compassion filled his eyes, which was answer enough. “Your father sent word to Rowan but asked him to stay home. He doesn’t want to take any risks with the prince traveling or leaving the castle unattended.”
“It wouldn’t be unattended! There’s a whole army to protect the castle!”
“I think the recent deaths of two kings are the bigger issues.”
But I miss my brother.
“We should invite Rowan here once your father returns to Carrowmore,” Leo suggested in a blatant attempt to make Evelyn feel better.
She nodded and pushed food around her plate.
“My sisters will be here for the wedding,” Damien said.
“Daphne and Desirée, right?” Evelyn confirmed.
Damien smiled warmly at her. “Yes. They haven’t stopped talking about the ball, so I’m sure a royal wedding will be the highlight of the century.”
“No pressure.”
“Although,”—Damien gave Leo a pointed look—“I’m not sure Desirée ever got over her crush on you.”
