Jed and Ella peered into each other’s eyes as if they were the only two people in the world.
“Of course,” Jed murmured.
I remembered that the chaplain was actually Jed’s younger brother. There wasn’t much family resemblance: The chaplain was a stuffy palace type without a single hair out of place, while Jed, even on his wedding day, looked wild-eyed and wild-haired. But the chaplain beamed at Jed and Ella as though he was as happy about their marriage as they were.
Ella got her chance to promise to love and honor Jed, and then the chaplain was finishing up with the words, “What God has joined together, let no man put asunder.” But he got no further into it than “asun—” because suddenly there was screaming outside.
“Wait! Wait! Don’t give up on the treaty! I’m here!”
“And me!”
“And me!”
“And—”
A cluster of disheveled girls spilled into the chapel—girls and aged, decrepit knights and arthritic old women I recognized as former nannies.
“I’m Princess Sophia of Suala, and—”
“I’m Princess Fidelia of Suala, and—”
“I’m Princess Rosemary, and—”
I counted, which was hard to do because everyone was jumping up and down in amazement and exultation. And they were also sweeping each other into hugs.
“Oh, so you survived!”
“I thought I’d never see you again!”
Some of the girls had no crowns on their heads, and some had broken crowns, and one—Porfinia—seemed to have fashioned a replacement crown out of bits of charred wood and burnished jewels. It was amazingly beautiful.
. . . eight, nine, ten, eleven . . .
They were all here, all my sister-princesses. Every single one had survived. Every single one had escaped whatever hiding place Madame Bisset had trapped her in, evidently with the help of the ancient knights and former nannies. And every single one had cared enough about the peace treaty—our sole true joint accomplishment—to risk everything and find her way to Fridesia to make sure it was properly signed.
They’d all managed to arrive exactly at the moment they thought the treaty was to be signed.
In the hubbub, none of them had yet noticed Cecilia and me sitting in our pews. They were still exclaiming about each other’s survival. Evidently, none of them had known that the others had also escaped and traveled to Fridesia.
“Oh, Marindia, I was so worried about you!”
“Oh, Elzbethl, did you pass out in the smoke and then wake up in a strange house the next morning too?”
“Adoriana—is Adoriana here too?”
“Where’s Lucia?”
It appeared that none of them, even numbers-obsessed Florencia, had thought to use my approach of simply counting. I guess I just had more experience with that.
I stood up. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Cecilia doing the same thing.
Cecilia looked over and flashed me a grin that was even wider than the one she’d had on our coronation day.
“Go ahead, you tell them,” she said. “I gave you my proxy vote, after all—you might as well have some chance to use it!”
I had permission to speak, but for a moment I was too overcome to use it.
Partly that was because I could still see the whole scene the way Lord Throckmorton would view it: What a bunch of disorganized, disheveled, disreputable girls! He would sniff. What an embarrassment! So they survived one challenge to their crazy unprecedented reigns—so what? They don’t have a palace anymore! Most of them aren’t even wearing shoes! And who knows what shape they left Suala in, every single one of them thinking she had to traipse all the way here?
I could see how Lord Throckmorton would view everything—but that didn’t mean I had to agree with him.
Incredibly enough, I could see how lots of other people would see things too. Just as soon as Porfinia noticed Cecilia and me and saw what we were wearing, she would think, Oh, my goodness! This kingdom needs my fashion advice! Ganelia would think, Wonderful! All thirteen of us are here—I can bring out my sketches for how we should rebuild our palace. Sophia would be ready to assure us, Don’t worry, don’t worry! If we show a united front when we get back to Suala, there won’t be a rebellion there at all. . . .
I knew my sisters. I trusted them. But that didn’t mean I had to agree with them all of the time either.
Like Prince Charming, I’d learned to think for myself. And I had some ideas growing in my head about a better way to run our kingdom when we got back to it:
Maybe I can talk Ganelia into designing our palace to be more open and approachable this time around. . . .
Maybe we can take our advisers now from outside the palace, from out in the countryside even, so we know what’s really going on in our kingdom. . . .
But first, I needed to get my sister-princesses’ attention.
“Girls!” I cried. And I was sorry, but it was simply not possible to speak in a well-modulated bell-like voice when I was trying to speak over so many excited, jabbering girls. Maybe I would never again speak in a well-modulated, bell-like voice. It just wasn’t worth it. “Girls, I am so happy to see you all! Cecilia and I both are. I am so glad all of us survived, and we will be able to continue reigning together. I assure you, everything is taken care of with the peace treaty. And, with Prince Charming’s help, we have also vanquished the ones who masterminded our palace’s destruction. I can’t wait to hear all of your stories of how you escaped and came here. But right now we are being very rude to our Fridesian hosts.”
All eleven of the newly arrived sister-princesses stared at me with a mix of astonishment and confusion and delight. For that matter, Cecilia, Harper, Janelia, Tog, and Herk looked a little confused too.
I went on.
“The treaty signing is over, but you’ve arrived just in time for the best part of Ella and Jed’s wedding,” I said. “Don’t you think we should let them finish, and then straighten ourselves out?”
I pointed toward the front of the chapel.
Even the chaplain looked confused for a moment. Then he grinned in a way that, for the first time, made me see a resemblance to his brother Jed.
“Oh, right!” he said, jerking to attention. “Really, it’s all over except for, ‘I now pronounce you man and wife!’ And, Jed, you get to kiss the bride. And . . . live happily ever after.”
“This,” Jed said, “is going to be worth the wait.”
And then all of us—Fridesians and Sualans, royalty and servants, courtiers and actresses and paupers—watched Ella and Jed kiss. Both of them had their eyes closed and wore blissful expressions on their faces. They once again seemed to have forgotten that the rest of us existed. They already had everything they needed for their happily ever after.
Tog squeezed my hand, which I knew meant, When we get a chance to kiss again, and it’s not in the midst of a ballroom and a crisis and lots of surprise people dropping by—that’s going to be worth the wait too.
I squeezed back, and I was pretty sure he would understand I was saying, I totally agree.
I thought back to the coronation day with all the other princesses, when I’d wondered how I would survive when I didn’t know who my enemies were. I hadn’t even been asking the right question. Because survival didn’t just depend on knowing my enemies.
It also depended on knowing whom I could count as friends. And I had that now. I had friends and sisters and a beloved and a kingdom and a friendly neighboring kingdom and even—if you counted Herk—a little brother.
And those were the ingredients for my happily ever after.
MARGARET PETERSON HADDIX is the author of many critically and popularly acclaimed books for children and teens, including the other books in this sequence, Just Ella and Palace of Mirrors; as well as Game Changer, Claim to Fame, Uprising, the Missing series, and the Shadow Children series. A graduate of Miami University (of Ohio), Margaret Peterson Haddix worked for several years as a reporter f
or the Indianapolis News. She also taught at the Danville (Illinois) Area Community College. She lives with her family in Columbus, Ohio. Visit her at haddixbooks.com.
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Claim to Fame
Uprising
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Escape from Memory
Takeoffs and Landings
Turnabout
Leaving Fishers
Don’t You Dare Read This, Mrs. Dunphrey
THE PALACE CHRONICLES
Just Ella
Palace of Mirrors
Palace of Lies
THE MISSING SERIES
Found
Sent
Sabotaged
Torn
Caught
Risked
Revealed
THE SHADOW CHILDREN SERIES
Among the Hidden
Among the Impostors
Among the Betrayed
Among the Barons
Among the Brave
Among the Enemy
Among the Free
The Girl with 500 Middle Names
Because of Anya
Say What?
Dexter the Tough
Running Out of Time
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