Queen Elizabeth’s eyes went wide as saucers, sheer delight lighting up her face as if she’d stumbled across a new continent.
“You’re B—”
“Shh!”
Before Queen Elizabeth could finish, Niamh quickly pressed a finger to her lips, signaling her to keep quiet.
Queen Elizabeth caught on immediately and clamped her mouth shut.
Nearby, Jonathan raised an eyebrow in silent curiosity.
As far as he knew, this was the first time Niamh and Queen Elizabeth had ever met. Yet, there was something between them—a secret, perhaps—something he clearly wasn’t in on.
A strange irritation gnawed at his chest, as if tiny pebbles were being ground against his heart. Jonathan scowled.
“Sorry, Ms. Fraser…”
Just then, Queen Elizabeth turned to Susy. “I’d like to have dinner alone with this young lady tonight,” she declared warmly, “to thank her for repairing and upgrading my crown.”
The “young lady” she referred to was, of course, Niamh.
Marina’s face turned as sour as a crab shell.
“Upgrading”? Like Niamh’s craftsmanship was leagues above hers? The implication stung.
Queen Elizabeth figured she’d made her wishes clear enough. But Susy, Marina, and Jonathan remained rooted to the spot.
“I’m afraid I must ask the three of you to step outside,” Queen Elizabeth said, smiling still, but her voice radiating unmistakable royal authority.
Susy had half a mind to protest, but seeing the look in the Queen’s eyes, she knew better. Without another word, she slipped quietly out of the private dining room.
Jonathan and Marina followed.
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