Fourteen
Lady Edele Morgan
There were many stupid things that I had done in my lifetime. Kissing Seamus Flannigan on New Years, only to have him write a song about the whole thing that became a number one hit. Drunk dancing in pubs on top of the bars. Flashing at a music festival when I thought no one was looking. The dumbest thing I had done, by far though, was answer the phone on the day that Lucy woke up after the King died.
I’d been asleep in my dorm after a long day of classes. My cell phone woke me up, it was the middle of the night. “Edie?” Lucy’s voice asked. She sounded very small, very fragile. Nothing like the plucky girl I knew that stood up to Prince Aiden. That is, King. It was still weird to think of my cousin like that.
“Lucy!” I exclaimed, relieved to he
