An Apartment on The Left Bank
Citadel Excalbia
The Night of Emperor David IV’s Funeral; the Eve of Crown Prince Joseph’s Ascension
Prince James, the younger brother of the soon-to-be-Emperor Joseph, sat on the edge of the bed tying his tennis shoes.
The young woman lying on the bed looked up and frowned. “Are you sure you have to go?”
“I have to get up early tomorrow. It wouldn’t do for me to be just coming… back when everyone else is getting up for breakfast,” he said.
The woman sat up, drawing her legs up to her chest. “You said you had missed me and wanted to spend time with me…”
“I did,” James said. “And I do.”
“Then, why couldn’t we go out? Have dinner somewhere?”
“We’re supposed to be in mourning,” he said, standing. “It wouldn’t look good in the press…”
“But we never go out. Not since your first few visits,” the woman said, her face flushing red. “You… You’re embarrassed to be seen with me… a commoner. Aren’t you?”
James pulled on his shirt and turned around. “I don’t give a damn about whether or not you’re a commoner, Ligita…”
“Then why?”
“It’s complicated.”
“Complicated?”
“There are…”
“What? Expectations? You need to marry some princess? Is that it?” She paused and drew in a breath. “Or are there others? I... I’ve read the gossip sites… the parties in Landing…” The woman’s eyes narrowed and her eyes reddened. “I bet you have another woman stashed away in Parnu, too. Some country girl… You don’t want them to find out about me, is that it?”
“Ligita,” James said flatly. “Let’s not do this.”
Pointing towards the door, the woman said, “Get out, James. Your Highness! Just get out. And, please, don’t call me ever again.”