BACK IN THE CAR, VIOLET turned to Amelia, deliberate in putting the somber mood behind them. “What kind of work do you want to do once you’re married?”
Amelia wasn’t expecting the question. “I thought princesses didn’t work? It never occurred to me that would even be possible —”
“Charity work,” Violet clarified. “Committees and such. To be honest, I’m surprised you haven’t a charity you’re involved with now, being an earl’s daughter. Or is that not done in the north?”
Amelia stammered at the ignorance. Of course the north had charity! Without it her people went hungry. But she was a student and had always hoped to help in other ways.
Violet continued, cheerfully oblivious. “George does work, of course.”
Amelia hazarded a guess. “With the swans?”
“And the ravens. She worries about the
