" They will eat him alive. On his current course, Henry will fail spectacularly.”

My chest constricts so tight it feels like my bones may crack.

Because she’s right.

“He won’t.”

“You don’t know that,” she swipes back.

“I damn well do! I never would have abdicated otherwise.”

“What?”

“Don’t mistake me—I wouldn’t have married anyone but Olivia, and I would’ve waited a lifetime if I had to, until the laws were changed. But I didn’t because I knew in my heart and soul that Henry will not just be a good king, he will be better than I ever could’ve been.”

For a moment I don’t breathe. I can’t. The shock of my brother’s words has knocked the air right out of my lungs.

Granny’s too, if her whisper is any indication.

“You truly believe that?”

“Absolutely. And, frankly, I’m disheartened that you don’t.”

“Henry has never been one to rise to the occasion,” she states plainly.

“He’s never needed to,” my brother insists. “He’s never been asked—not once in his whole life. Until now. And he will not only rise to the occasion . . . he will soar beyond it.”

The Queen’s voice is hushed, like she’s in prayer.

“I want to believe that. More than I can say. Lend me a bit of your faith, Nicholas. Why are you so certain?”

Nicholas’s voice is rough, tight with emotion.

“Because . . . he’s just like Mum.”

My eyes close when the words reach my ears. Burning and wet. There’s no greater compliment—not to me—not ever.

But, Christ, look at me . . . it’s not even close to true.

“He’s exactly like her. That way she had of knowing just what a person needed—whether it was strength or guidance, kindness or comfort or joy—and effortlessly giving it to them. The way people used to gravitate to her . . . at parties, the whole room would shift when she walked in . . . because everyone wanted to be nearer to her. She had a light, a talent, a gift—it doesn’t matter what it’s called—all that matters is that Henry has it too. He doesn’t see it in himself, but I do. I always have.”

There’s a moment of quiet and I imagine Nicholas leaning in closer to the Queen.

“The people would have followed me or Dad for the same reason they follow you—because we are dependable, solid. They trust our judgment; they know we would never let them down. But they will follow Henry because they love him. They’ll see in him their son, brother, best friend, and even if he mucks it up now, they will stick with him because they will want him to succeed. I would have been respected and admired, but Grandmother . . . he will be beloved. And if I have learned anything since the day Olivia came into my life, it’s that more than reasoning or duty, honor or tradition . . . love is stronger. "

― Emma Chase , Royally Matched (Royally, #2)