However, as crown princess, I was also required to return to Yorkshire for my queen training. I was already behind by decades.
Suddenly, Daniel's nostrils flared.
"So, when were you planning to tell me this?"
"Soon," I whispered. The estate was keeping Michael's abdication under tight wraps, and I wasn't supposed to talk about it until closer to the official announcement. I could've told Daniel I was moving back to Yorkshire earlier using the excuse I just gave him, but I'd wanted to pretend everything was normal for a while longer. It was stupid, but my mind had been all over the place lately, and I couldn't make sense of my own actions.
Something flickered in Daniel's eyes. If I didn't know better, I would think he was hurt.
"Well, now you can finally be rid of me," he said lightly, but his face might as well have been etched from stone. "I'll talk to my boss on Monday, get the paperwork started for the transition."
Transition. My breath, my heart. Everything stopped.
