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But it doesn’t matter what I wish.

“Miguel of House Galdega,” Lawrence says to no one’s surprise. The sealed knight served Algernon, and he and Lawrence are good friends.

The audience claps as Miguel steps forward to stand behind Lawrence.

“Denny of House Flauret,” Lawrence continues.

My brother blinks, startled to receive the honor. Colter has to shove him forward, surprising him out of his stupor. I clap furiously with the others as he bows before the king and joins Miguel.

“Alfred of House Sumner and Xander of House Yalnen,” Lawrence finishes.

There’s a pause, followed by a buzz of murmurs. Father clears his throat, stepping close so only Lawrence and I may hear him. “Your Majesty, the king’s guard usually consists of five men.”

Lawrence glances at me, looking burdened. “I’d like to keep one spot open.”

My heart warms, and my eyes gloss with tears. I barely manage to blink them back, determined not to shame myself in front of this vast audience.

Father frowns with confusion. “Of course, that is your choice.”

Lawrence nods. “Please complete the ceremony.”

I stand quietly, smiling for the people while desperately wanting to drag Lawrence somewhere private to thank him.

Finally, the coronation is over.

I accept Lawrence’s offered arm, and we walk down the aisle, followed by the king’s new personal guard.

We end up in a small, private room. Before I can speak with Lawrence, he must address his knights.

“Congratulations on a successful coronation, Your Majesty,” Miguel says.

“Did you worry we’d run into trouble?” Lawrence asks, seeming at ease around these men he considers friends.

Solemnly, Miguel answers, “I think we all worried your sister would show up.”

The others nod. They weren’t all in Revalane, but rumors have a way of spreading through the court like wildfire.

“Congratulations,” I say to Denny. “Mother was so proud she began to cry. Did you see?”

He gives me an ornery grin. “Never mind Mother. Do you think Gavriel shed a few tears?”

“Possibly,” I laugh, “but for a different reason, I’m sure.”

“Your eldest brother has his own retinue to command,” Lawrence says. “He’ll get over it.”

“Why four?” Xander asks, stealing my question.

He’s the sixth son of a wealthy lord from Ladora, almost as serious and dedicated as Henrik.

I turn to Lawrence, holding my breath as I wait for his answer.

“I want to keep my options open,” the new king hedges.

I narrow my eyes at him, knowing he’s bluffing.

“Go on.” Lawrence jerks his head toward the door, dismissing his knights. “They should be starting the feast. I need to speak with Clover for a moment, and then we’ll join you.”

Before they go, I catch Denny’s arm and make him stand for a hug. “I’m truly happy for you.”