Richard regarded me like a very stupid child. “Dinner happens,” he said.

“And tiaras happen,” said Lady Elizabeth. She had gone from “filling in for Edwin” to “taking Edwin’s place,” to the relief of everyone (including Edwin).

“On that topic, the public always laps up pageantry, and we could use some favorable, frivolous press,” Richard said. “Accordingly, Rebecca, we’ll be loaning you the Lover’s Knot tiara.”

The Lover’s Knot was famously Emma’s. She’d worn it in her official portrait, so even though her illness meant she hadn’t donned it herself in a quarter century, the public had seen it about a million times in the papers and on racks of cheap postcards. It was her most iconic accessory as the Princess of Wales.

“Dickie, don’t you think that’s extreme?” Agatha said. “You don’t even like her!”

“She’s sitting right here,” Nick said.

“I don’t have to like her to see the symbolism,” Richard said. “She will ascend to Emma’s position someday. This will be viewed as a clear endorsement.”

I put a steadying hand on Nick’s leg. “I will try to do it justice.”

“I think it’s a very smart move, Father,” Freddie piped up.

Nick made a noise next to me that was not useful. I flicked his thigh.

“As the de facto heir, Nicholas will handle certain ceremonial duties that once fell to me, such as walking the Dutch king through the morning inspection at Horse Guards,” Richard barreled on. “He will then ride over with Queen Lucretia.” He looked at his notes. “Frederick, you’ll be escorting Princess Daphne.”

Freddie made a face. “But she’s so boring,” he said.

“She’s just shy,” Nick said.

“Is she the one who got kidnapped?” Elizabeth asked.

“You’d think a person who got kidnapped might be more interesting,” Freddie said.

“Have a heart,” Nick said. “She was trapped in a car for six hours while held at knifepoint.”

“It was only a speed-skate blade,” Freddie protested.

“You try to tell the difference with a blindfold on,” Nick snapped back.

“Wouldn’t I be of more use with the queen?” Freddie pushed. “She and I know each other better than she knows Nick. We had a very long chat at his rehearsal dinner.”

“I could go with Daphne,” I suggested. “It’ll look good for Freddie and Nick to be working together. And if she’s so shy, I might be less…intimidating to her than Freddie, right off the bat.”

Richard drummed his fingers on the meeting’s sixty-seven-page agenda. I felt my phone buzz in my lap and snuck a look. It was Freddie.

Intimidating?!!

I’m trying to help, I pecked back.