Anna’s words stayed with me all through the night. I was haunted by them, even as I eventually drifted off to sleep on the air mattress.
Was I truly considering the King’s demand because I wanted what was best for the country? Or was I simply hiding, pushing off responsibility to return to a life of normalcy?
Bridget would make a lousy queen. I knew that.
Anyone would be a better choice.
Even… me?
Could I be queen?
I had labeled the idea as outlandish straight from the start, so much so that I barely considered it even when I tried to think critically about it.
I was constantly making excuses: I knew so little of politics. I knew so little of royalty. Everyone looked down on me. No one would take me seriously.
But these were just excuses, I was realizing now. Anna was right. I was
