“Wise,” the queen murmured. She sank down on her chair, her face cradled in her hands. “What have I done to earn loyalty like this?”
Blinking, she looked up. “Well, Eleanora. You have solved one problem. And created another. The royal heir is without a royal nurse.”
“I think,” Nora said slowly, “that Princess Kitiara no longer has a need for a nurse. And does not desire one either. Do you, my lady?”
The girl drew herself up with commendable dignity. “No. I don’t.” She gulped, then finished in a rush. “And if I did, I want it to be Nora!”
“Well.” The queen raised her eyebrows. Nora could see that she was trying her best not to look too pleased. “I think that settles the question. Lady Eleanora, I wish for you to make plans regarding Princess Kitiara’s training and schooling.” She walked
