“Desmia!” Cecilia hissed from the other side of the cavernous room.

Desmia arches an eyebrow and rushes over to where Cecilia is hiding behind a pillar, “Cecilia? What’s wrong?”

Cecilia was smiling mirthlessly, “Harper asked me to marry him.”

Desmia’s jaw dropped, “What?! That’s wonderful!”

Cecilia’s mouth turned into a frown, “But I can’t marry him if I’m helping to rule this country! Plus, I don’t know how the law would apply. Would we all still be princesses? Would I be a queen? Would we all become queens? What status would Harper get from that and what responsibilities? Is it alright for me to marry someone who is not of noble blood? I am so confused, Desmia!”

Desmia copied Cecilia’s frown, “I didn’t think of any of that. We can ask the rest of the princesses. Just consult all of them at once. I’m sure we can all find out what to do.”

“Yes, but I don’t want to hurt Harper’s feelings by having a meeting over him.”

Desmia shrugged, “We might not have a choice. Now is not the time to keep secrets.”