I grit my teeth. I’m furious, but there’s something about his tone that makes me believe him. Whether or not it’s a blessing is another question altogether. What’s worse? The idea that my parents would separate me from my girlfriend without good cause, or the idea that my parents are unrelated to this, and therefore I’m not able to bargain with them to reverse the decision?

Although …

“Perhaps you can help, then,” I say.

“Help?”

“You’re my publicist. Manage this. If you talk to the headmaster, I’m sure you can make him see how unnecessary this all is.” And, failing that, I can always ask my parents to step in. What’s more intimidating, after all? The alumni association, or the monarchy?

William is silent for long enough that I know his answer without him needing to speak. “Why not?” I snap.

“I know you care for the girl, really, I do. But perhaps this is for the best. If she isn’t at Bramppath, there’s no risk of you being caught with her. Cold turkey, so to speak.”

“William!”

“I did my best to stop Danni from being punished for the crime of your relationship, Rose. But Danni got herself into this situation, and my job is not to protect her. It’s not to do what you want me to do. It’s to protect your reputation, first and foremost.”

I rise from my spot on the edge of my bed and start pacing my bedroom, agitated. “Well, perhaps if I lose Danni, I won’t much care what my reputation looks like. Perhaps I’ll take up a streaking habit. Or maybe I’ll pop a pill or two at a state dinner, god knows it’ll liven the night up for me. Or—”

“I think,” William interrupts wryly, “there could be a more productive approach.”

I stop pacing in the middle of the carpet. “Oh?”

“Yes. For example, if there were a bigger, more positive story concerning yourself, that would go a long way toward drowning out the speculation in all but the trashiest tabloids. And if that story gave readers cause to doubt the rumors regarding your sexuality…”

It doesn’t take a genius to pick up on the implication. “You mean something to do with Alfie and me?”

William proceeds carefully. “You know, your parents seem quite convinced you and Alfie may end up married one day. Were you aware?”

“It’s not the first I’ve heard of it, no.”

“Well, as far as a strategic match, you could do worse. He’s media competent, from a good family, he’s good-looking…”

I wait for him to get to the point, and, thankfully, he does.

“If this is something you feel would suit you down the track, then I would recommend an early engagement. The timing couldn’t be better.”