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that.
    Would it have made a difference?
    He hesitated. No. But still.
    “Please, Danet. I will give you anything you desire if you
make him well again,” the queen added.
    Danet couldn’t believe her offer. “My queen, I am honored,
but I fear your faith in our abilities exceeds reality.”
    “I do not believe that to be so.”
    “As much as I would aid you in anything that you asked, it
would be an insult to Master Darius if either I, or perhaps worse, if Father
were to take over the care of the prince. He would never let that happen
without an uproar.”
    “I worry only for my son.” The queen began to pace. “You are
right though, and I know it, but I do not trust Ceros’ care to Darius. I simply
don’t.”
    I don’t either, to be honest with you, the prince
added.
    “If I might suggest an alternative?” Danet waited until the
queen looked at her again. “What if I were appointed to oversee the prince’s
daily needs? To ensure his linens are changed regularly, that he is properly
bathed and he receives some kind of nourishment throughout the day. That way I
would have access to him. No one would question if I were examining him. Yet I
could still carry information back and forth to Father and keep you updated as
well.”
    “That is an excellent idea. And Darius would have no reason
to get his nose out of joint.”
    “Exactly.”
    Nicely done.
    Thank you. I do try.
    “That would much relieve my mind, Danet.” The queen grasped
her hands once more. “I will have Theosa spread the word as soon as she
returns.” She hesitated, “You will begin immediately, yes?”
    It really wasn’t a question. “As you wish, my queen.”
    The queen’s relief was evident in her smile. She squeezed
Danet’s fingers then returned to Ceros’ bedside. As she reached out to brush
her hand across his brow she asked, “Do you think he will recover?” She looked
up at Danet. “Tell me honestly.”
    “He appears to be a very strong, healthy man, which
dramatically increases his chances for the better.” She stepped closer to the
foot of the bed. “But until we can determine the reason for his condition, I am
afraid I cannot give you a better answer.”
    The queen nodded.
    Tell her. Tell her that I’m in here. That I’m fine.
Inside.
    That would not be prudent.
    Prudent? I do not give a damn about prudent. This is my
mother. She is worried for no reason.
    I’m afraid she is worried for a very good reason.
    But—
    I must insist, my prince. It would not be wise to tell
her right now. Even if I were able to convince her, there are too many ears. We
do not know who may be listening nor do we know if your condition is as a
result of someone wishing you harm or a mere accident.
    He went quiet.
    Danet let what she said sink in as she bundled up the linens
she had removed from the prince’s bed.
    The queen seemed content to simply sit beside Ceros and hold
his hand. She was most likely remembering the last time she had seen him.
    Your points are valid, the prince said. I will
concede. For now.
    Will it make you feel better if I promise to tell her as
soon as we know more? And when I believe it is safe to do so? she added
quickly.
    Very well.
    Danet took a cleansing breath. Gods and Goddesses above.
Dealing with tender royal feelings was exhausting.
    I heard that.
    She thought there was a note of amusement in his tone.
Thankfully Theosa and Maya returned, saving Danet from having to respond.
    “Your tea, my queen.” Maya sat the tray on the table in the
sitting area across the room from the bed. Theosa laid a shawl across the back
of one of the chairs.
    The cushioned chairs and table seemed out of place in the
room, making Danet wonder if they had been brought in specifically for the
queen’s use.
    She moved furniture into my room? the prince asked.
    Danet grimaced. It was hard getting used to having someone
else in her head. I couldn’t say for sure, my prince. I was merely
speculating on the differences between the