Thirty-five:
Prince Declan
There was a shift in the air when I came home without Fiona. I found Malcolm and Arabella sitting on the stairs, glum looks on their faces. “Did ya take her away?” Malcolm asked. I sighed and went to sit down next to my brother.
“I didn’t take her away,” I said, “I took her to her family. You should be happy. You remember why Fiona came to us in the first place, right?”
“B-b-because her family was dead,” Arabella said.
“Yes,” I said, “now, she’s with her real family. Her Aunt. Duchess Issa. She’s not a servant girl any longer.”
“But if she’s not a servant girl, that means she can marry who she likes,” said Malcolm, “before, if she were a servant, you could have forced her to marry you.”
