This is basically me just checking write something from Marlee's POV off the bucket list, but still! I'm having so much fun with the one-shot collection lately! Currently I'm working on the presumably-much-anticipated Chapter Six Part Three, and after that: ? Requests are very much welcome. Oh and eventually I have to write Chapter 14 Part Three which I am VERY EXCITED ABOUTTTTTTTTTT
Eadlyn pulled up a chair while her mother and I were playing cards in the Women's Room. "Deal me in."
America shuffled the cards. "What's going on, Eady? Here for some dating advice?"
"Really, we're probably the most qualified people to help you," I put in. Mer and I had been on the other side of the Selection, but we'd been through it nonetheless.
"You wish. I have it under control."
That wasn't surprising. The crown princess prided herself on having everything under control. She didn't know, yet, that falling in love would eventually resist control the same way Prince Osten resisted wearing matching socks.
I couldn't help prodding her a little. "Who are the front-runners, then?"
"Oh, stop!" Eadlyn scolded. "I am not talking about this with you!"
"Because my son is one of them?" I asked hopefully.
She nodded like she didn't actually want to admit it. "Yes. A little. I don't want to talk about it."
I made an effort to contain my squeal. I'd been hoping my son and my best friend's daughter would fall in love since they were toddlers. Kile absolutely had a crush on Eadlyn when they were little, but I hadn't believed it would actually happen until recently, when someone, presumably Josie, put Kile's name in for Eadlyn's Selection. They'd gone from openly disliking each other to kissing each other publicly in a shockingly small amount of time, but I wasn't about to complain. I just wished I knew the full story; both Eadlyn and Kile were so far unwilling to share.
"There was something I wanted to ask you, though. About Kile."
I hadn't expected that, but I nodded quickly. "Sure. Anything."
Eadlyn had this calculating glint in her eye, the same look she'd give if she was trying to guess the next card I'd play. She paused, hesitating, or maybe just waiting for what she deemed to be the right time. It wasn't like the princess to hesitate. Based on the clear level of anticipation, I expected her to ask something highly invasive, but her question was actually entirely innocent.
"What's his middle name?"