Kerttu's Elite - A Sequel

Tyrion's Truth - Chapter 15

"So you don't have to come but would any of you want to join me as sort of prince consorts in Europe?" I had gathered the boys in the now proclaimed Men's Room, a once abandoned room on the second floor. It was a nice creme color filled with chairs and desks. Though all the boys were standing currently. Shaan was to the far right, closest to Adim. Tyrion and Chaarlie on my left. I had a good group.

"Of course, we would, Your Majesty," Chaarlie spoke for them, wearing an impeccable tuxedo. His butlers surely were the most formal, Adim's and Tyrion's the most unique, and Shaan's the most laid back and casual. Jakob's used to be loud and proud.

The other boys nodded but I noticed Shaan's not so subtle eye roll. He scuffed the bottom of his shoe on the carpet.

"If you have any questions or just want to talk, stay behind." They all did. I started with Shaan.

"You know, I had a dream about you in Paris," I commented shyly. I fought the urge to wrap my arms around him. I didn't want the other boys to be upset.

"Oh?" he responded before leaning quickly to whisper into my ear. "With or without clothes?"

I hit him on the arm, blushing. "With. You have quite the mind, Shaan." He delighted in my nervousness, chuckling.

"It's my prized possession. See you there in two days," he leaned in close again, "I might do the other option."

I watched him walk away, his open Blazer slightly swaying in his slow walk. He peaked back at me and gave me a side wave before disappearing into the hall.

Tyrion and Chaarlie were conversing in depth about something and Adim was looking intently at a chair. He moved around it, poking it.

"Is there a hidden history clue in there or something?" I asked Adim smiling. He was wearing a suede blue suit, it fitting him well.

He laughed as always. "Not this time. It just, seems old. I think the embroidery was redone but the designs on it seem old." He finally teared his sight away from the antique. "How are you doing?"

"Could be better but I'm glad you guys are coming with me. It's nice to hang out with people my own age, you know?"

"Totally. I'm in the middle pack of six so I never had someone around my age. I totally get it." He was still so nervous around me. I was beginning to wonder if that was something we couldn't overcome.

I joined Tyrion and Chaarlie's talk, sprouting up from behind them.

"What ya guys talking about?" I asked, startling Tyrion a bit but having zero effect on Chaarlie. Well, I would have to scare him another time, I thought. Amberly said I had an addiction to scaring that she did not like very much.

"You said it was going to be a peace conference," Chaarlie began, arms crossed, thinking, "Maybe we could start by giving them gifts, unique to each country."

"We just wanted to do something to help " Tyrion added. "Would that help?"

I nodded, grinning. "For sure. As a girl who was forced to study the cultures of almost every nation in the world, I know what we can give them." I gave them both hugs. "I'll go work on that great idea. Thank you."

"It was Chaarlie's," Tyrion said, giving him the credit.

"It was a think tank between both of us. Tyrion's just being nice." He clapped Tyrion on the back and then left.

I was glad the two were forming a friendship. Jakob was his best friend. He was doing much better than I would.

It was me, Tyrion, and a handful of maids left in the room. I couldn't help but think about what had happened yesterday. Well, what almost happened yesterday. It was odd though. Upon reflection, I hadn't really wanted it to happen. I just wanted to prove-

"Princess Kerttu, you seem unbalanced. What is on your mind?"

"Nothing. Well the war brewing and this Selection, it's a lot," I confessed, rubbing my forehead. I could feel a headache starting to form.

"Follow me, will you?" Tyrion said, offering me his hand. I wrapped his hand into mine.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll know."

"The library," I stated. "I should have known." The scent of old books wafed my nose as we went in further.

"You should have. I am a one trick pony." I laughed and he gave me one of his gorgeous smiles. His smiles were candles. They took a lot of attempts but when they lit, they were great.

We took a seat at a table, viewing some of the books placed on the table.

"So," he stated, adjusting the dress shirt under his thick knit sweater. "When are you going to marry Shaan?"

I did a double take. "What?"

He chuckled though I could hear the somberness in his voice. "I haven't seen a lot of love, Kerttu. But you and Shaan," he paused, thinking. "That's it." I think that was the first time he had ever used a contraction.

"I don't know-"

"You know," Tyrion ascertained. "You are too worried about what other people will think. Chaarlie is the perfect prince and I, I do not know why you're keeping me here. Adim will always stick by you and is too innocent to know anything else. You're scared that you might pick the wrong person but" He got into my face. "You know it's Shaan. You've known it was him from the beginning."

He had just voiced all of my fears, the embodiment of the words haunting me. "But what if, I'm not enough? What if I trap him in the palace? He's told me hates it! What if he leaves me? What if he starts to hate me?" Hot tears were running down my cheeks. These were all the things I couldn't even admit to myself. "I couldn't live with myself if he-"

"Trust me, I say this with all my heart, you are more than enough. He wants nothing more than to be with you."

It all hit me. I had been hiding, I had been refusing, I had exhausted every other option. I knew from the first day he told me he would give me 25 percent next time. He made my heart jump with excitement and love. Who had I been fooling except myself?

"I'm so stupid," I exclaimed, fiddling with my dress.

He reached out to touch me then stopped himself. "You might just be when it comes to this particular subject matter." He stood up, scooching his chair in. "But I'm sure he loves that."

Tyrion left the room and I would have felt a whole lot better if he didn't look so downcast.

**Were Kerttu's fears justified? I feel like every prince or princess leading a Selection must be afraid to get married within three months of knowing a person because you don't know how they will act after. This is Kerttu's way of dealing with that.**

**Do you feel bad for Tyrion?**

**What do you think will happen in Europe, politically and romantically? Should Amberly's POV be a whole nother story or just attached to Kerttu's Elite?**

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