Page 19 of A Royal Kiss & Tell
“I don’t really know,” Eliza said with a flick of her wrist. “They’ve told me, but I can’t remember. What does it matter? One is as good as the other to me.”
“Well, that’s just the thing, Eliza—one isbetterthan the other,” Caroline said. “How can you not remember if you are to be addressed as princess or duchess?”
“I think if we just address her asYour Highness, it covers all of them,” Hollis suggested.
Caroline rolled her eyes. “Very well, Your Highness, but you’ve been Eliza to me since I was three and you six.”
“For heaven’s sake, Caro, I don’t care what you call me,” Eliza said. “My only request is that you not speak of Leo with such disdain. It’s impolite and badly done when you’ve been a guest of his family for a full month.”
Caroline couldn’t argue with her logic. All the other thousands or millions of Alucians had been quite welcoming, and she was being rude. “You’re right, as is usually the case,” she said with a sigh. “All right, then, consider him utterly forgotten.”
That wasn’t true, and knowing herself as well as she did, Caroline supposed she would probably continue to be rude as far as he was concerned. But she’d keep it to her private thoughts.Arse of Alucia. The pouty prince. Leopold the Rude.
“It’s just as well, darling, as the king means to formally announce his engagement soon.”
“His engagement!” Caroline said, perhaps a bit too loud. “But Beck said he’s returning to England.”
“Yes, he’s returning to England to pack up his things and whatnot. He’s due to return by the end of summer when it will be formally announced. But all the arrangements have been made from what I understand.”
Caroline was stunned into silence. For a moment. “Well, good luck to the lady. She will desperately need it. She’ll be a royal princess or duchess or what have you, but she’ll be married to him. They may call herYour Highness, but she’ll have him to look at across her breakfast table.”
Two women approaching them on the walk stepped out of the path and curtsied as the three of them passed. Caroline looked back at them, still amazed that Eliza Tricklebank could elicit that sort of response from anyone.
“Truthfully? I’d be very happy to be known simply as Mrs. Chartier,” Eliza said.
Caroline couldn’t help but laugh. That was Eliza—never one to pay much mind to social conventions. “You’re impossible, darling! Why should you not embrace your new title and wear it proudly? How will we ever leave you to your own devices?”
“Well, I have Bas now,” Eliza said, and her eyes shone in that magical way they had since her prince had come to fetch her from her father’s house in London.
“It’s not the same,” Caroline insisted. “He will flatter you and never find any fault with you.”
Eliza looped her arm through Caroline’s. “I will miss you both terribly, but I will manage. There will be someone at every turn to tell me what to do.”
“Then what am I to do withoutyou?” Caroline asked, and felt herself turn a bit misty. “Who will find fault withme? God knows I need it from time to time. Who will compliment the dresses I make, whether or not they’re the least bit good? I need that even more.”
“Beck,” Eliza said.
Caroline gave her a look of incredulity, and Eliza and Hollis burst into laughter. “Of course notBeck,” Eliza said gaily. “Hollis will, of course!”
“Hollis! She has her nose in that blasted gazette.”
“If you help me, Caro, I vow to compliment you all you like,” Hollis said. “But never mind that—I’m desperate to tell you both that I have the most amazing on-dit.This morning, I had my tea on the terrace outside our room. And who do you think I saw flirting shamelessly with the Alucian prime minister?”
“Oh dear,” Eliza said. “What is his name? Lord Cebutari?”
“Yes,” Hollis confirmed. “They were here, in this very garden, having a walkabout.” She stole a look at the guards over her shoulder. “They were so close she was very nearly in his pocket. I can’t swear for certain that her hand was notinhis pocket.”
“Who?” Caroline demanded.
Hollis quickly glanced around, then whispered,“Lady Russell.”
Eliza and Caroline gasped at the same time.“No,”Eliza whispered hotly. “He’s fifty if he’s a day, and she’s so young.”
“They disappeared behind the hedges,” Hollis whispered. “And when they emerged, her hair was mussed. She issmitten, I tell you. Isn’t it ironic that her husband is rumored to be the next prime minister of England? I hear Peel will be gone soon.”
“If she is smitten with the Alucian prime minister, what will she do when we return to England?” Caroline whispered.
“What does any married lady do when she finds true love? Tell her friends, naturally,” Hollis said. “And then try like the devil to keep her husband from finding out.”
