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Georgie smiled at her. âI grew up in Connecticut, but I did most of my bachelorâs at Southwestern State in Arizona.â
Dree dropped her stylus but caught it on the bounce. âReally? I worked over at Good Sam in Phoenix up until just a month or so ago.â
Georgieâs brown eyes lit up, and her whole face lifted as she grinned. âYouâre kidding! How did you get here?â
âLong story. Really long and weird story.â She caught Maxence looking at her from the corner of her eye. âAnd itâs nothing. Boring. I should stop talking now.â
Georgie frowned at Maxence. âWhat, you donât let your admins talk to people?â
Alexandre laughed. âBeing the first in line for the throne changes a guy, huh, Max?â
Max said, âIt doesnât matter what my hypothetical number is in the line of succession, or yours, for that matter.â
Xan-freaking-Valentine nodded. âNot since the damn Council can elect anybody they want to and force them to be the monarch.â
âWell, one can always abdicate and renounce oneâs place and citizenship. Thatâs been my plan for years.â
Georgie crossed her legs. âI still donât get this. When we got married, Xan told me that he was number three in line for the throne, but he would never be in any danger of getting tapped for it. But thatâs why we had to call his uncle and get permission to get married.â
Maxence smirked at Alexandre. Dree tried not to stare at Max because he got hotter when he smirked. Max said, âI heard you had gone to all the trouble to make a dynastic marriage, getting proper permission and finding a Catholic priest and everything. I wondered if youâd changed your mind about your place in the family.â
âNever,â Alexandre scoffed. âIt never occurred to me that Pierre would do anything other than grab the throne with both hands. If Uncle Rainier had refused his permission, I wouldâve gone ahead and made a morganatic marriage with Georgiana. I just wanted to keep my title and my house, but sheâs worth more than a house in Monaco.â
Max laughed at Alexandre. ââTrue love is worth more than a house in Monaco.â We should put that on mugs and sell them in the palace gift shop.â
The vocabulary was beyond Dree. She wrote them on the pad, trying not to frown. Duc and Duchess = dynasty not morganananatic marriage, WTF.
Georgie whispered to her, âDynastic means itâs royally legal. Morganatic means that Iâm not royal, which is the case, but the only thing that matters is that his uncle said it was dynastic. Children of morganatic marriages are not quite legitimate, and they canât inherit the title and money.â
Dree nodded. âOh, okay.â
Georgie said, âI was pre-law at Southwestern State. Contracts are fun. All these stupid details just light my fire.â
Max looked up at Dree, a warning glance that she was interfering in royal business.
She snickered but went back to pretending to write something.
Oops. She was supposed to be writing about wool.
She backspaced over everything sheâd written and wrote some notes about wool grades from distinct sheep breeds.
Alexandre shrugged. âAnyway, those quick phone calls to Uncle R and a priest mean I have kept my title, and thus I have a vote in the Council of Nobles for whoâs to be the next prince. This is insane. I canât believe thereâs a contested vote.â
Georgie gestured between the two men and told Max, âXan has been terrorizing the council for weeks. Iâm just glad you got back here before âthe cousinsâ rebelled against him.â
Xan. Sheâd called him Xan.
Dree tried not to hyperventilate.
Max lifted one eyebrow at Xan. ââThe cousins?â Did you form a cabal?â
âI had to do something. After Uncle Rainier died and your brother shot himselfââ
Georgie shot a dark look at her husband and enunciated clearly when she told Max, âOur condolences for your loss.â
Maxence waved his fingers in the air and lowered his eyes, acknowledging her sympathies.
Alexandre continued, âAnd then you were next in the line of succession. But no one could find you, so they started coming after me. I rounded up the cousins and emphasized the importance of acting together.â
Georgie snorted. âI canât believe how afraid they are of him.â
âThey canât form a quorum without us,â Xan Valentine said. âI held the fort, and we Grimaldi have always known the importance of holding the fortress on the headlands.â
Maxence smiled wryly and nodded. âJust so.â
Dree wrote down a list of sheep breeds. She asked, âWhoâs number three?â
Oops, she hadnât meant to say that aloud. She was, after all, just a secretary, hardly a step up from transcribing software.
Maxence turned to Dree and explained, âIt isnât a line of succession so much as an order of precedence. Traditionally, the Council nominates and confirms the next in line to the throne. In any case, the major problem is that they are likely to offer it first to me and then to you, Alexandre, and we donât want the damn thing.â
Alexandre turned to Georgie, accidentally making eye contact with Dree for just a second before he spoke to his wife, âAnd the third person in line is Christine, who has repeatedly and loudly said that she would rather sit on a pineapple than the throne.â
Georgie whispered to Dree, âChristine is his younger sister.â
Dree wrote down, #3 = Christine, sister of Alexandre, so also Mâs cousin. Also does not want.
And then she erased it and wrote, Merino wool is really good.
Georgie shook her head. âI canât see Christine as a head of state. She deliberately doesnât practice her violin enough to get first chair in the orchestra, so she doesnât have to perform solos. Whoâs in line after that?â
Maxence sighed. âThis is where it gets tricky. Traditionally, next in line would be the previous sovereignâs next male sibling, who is our uncle Jules.â
The evil racist who looked like Santaâs Head Elf.
Georgieâs expression became more pained. âOh, him.â
Xan nodded. âUnfortunately.â
Dree wrote 4. Jules G and drew a line through his name. So, Monaco
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