Breathing a bit easier after realizing Will was weighing what was truly important, I decided to take my shot. I began outlining our plans as servants entered, placing lunch before us. My mind raced to organize everything, and the moment the servants left, I interrupted Will before he could tease me further.
“The three princesses’ advisers should do exactly what their titles suggest,” I began. “Each of them needs to contribute where they are most suited. For example, Annalise should provide input on the honeymoon since she was your first wife. As for the second princess—what’s her name again?”
Will, already halfway through his meal, glanced up with a half-smile that sent a flare of annoyance through me. “Camille,” he said smoothly, his voice dripping with charm. Then, as if sensing my irr
