“Your highness.” Jasper wears the gravest of expressions. “May I have a private moment?”
“Yes, of course.”
Jasper glances at me. “Alone, if you please, your highness.”
“I’ve just asked Liz to marry me, Jasper, and she said yes. Anything you say to me can be said to her as well.”
Jasper is momentarily stunned. His eyes flit, and then he nods.
“Step this way, please.”
My heart beating, I follow Alex and Jasper as the aides usher us to a room.
It is empty. Jasper closes the door.
“Your highness, you may want to sit down.”
“Cut the crap, Jasper,” Alex says irritably. “I’ve had a long and very trying day for most part. What is it?”
“Your father, the King, is dead.”
All three palace aides are the portrait of utmost solemnity.
I’m speechless.
As is Alex.
Jasper adds, “Long live our new King.”