Fourteen
Prince Declan
The funeral happened, and there was no time to breathe. Before, I would have had my investiture once my Grandfather died and my Father took the throne. Now, like everything else, it had to be moved up. “Your investiture will be at the end of the month,” said my Grandfather, “you will give your speech in English, Latin, and Gaelic.”
I groaned. “All three?”
“Yes,” he said.
“Can we at least get rid of the Latin?”
“No,” he said, “Latin is the language of Kings. Also, you’ll need to submit your guest list. I’ll assume you’ll want your school friends there? Kenna, James, Jack, Dixon, Paisley, Davina…”
“Yes,” I said, “all of them. Although…”
“Although what?”
“Perhaps not Paisley,” I said.
He frowned. “Paisley is from o
