First published in the USA by HarperTeen, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers Inc. in 2015
First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Childrenâs Books in 2015
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HAPPILY EVER AFTER
Text copyright © Kiera Cass, 2015
Illustrations copyright © Sandra Suy, 2015
Covert art © Gustavo Marx / Merge Left Reps, INC, 2015
Kiera Cass and Sandra Suy asserts the moral right to be identified as the author and illustrator of this work.
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Source ISBN: 9780008143664
Ebook Edition © 2015 ISBN: 9780008143671
Version: 2015-12-09
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
The Queen
An Introduction to the Queen
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
The Prince
An Introduction to the Queen
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
The Guard
An Introduction to the Queen
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
The Favorite
An Introduction to the Queen
Part 1
Part 2
Scenes from Celeste
The Arrival
The Kiss
The Departure
The Maid
After the One
Where are they Now?
Kriss Ambers
Natalie Luca
Elise Whisks
Also by Kiera Cass
About the Publisher
This story was one I was kind of aching to discover myself. I adore Amberly. As a mother, I look at her with a sort of awe. Sheâs charming, smart, gracious, beautiful; and though sheâs seen her share of sadness, she tries to be joyful. So how did this magical woman fall for someone the likes of Clarkson Schreave?
It was interesting, to say the least, to see not only Amberly as a teenager but also Clarkson. Watching the abuse and worry he dealt with firsthand made me see how time and fear could shape a person into someone who is, by most accounts, evil. It was also amazing to see Amberly trying so hard to find the positive in him, and in his mother, despite her less-than-kind experiences. I think she genuinely believes that no one is bad on purpose, that every soul has some good in it, and she looks for it constantly. It would explain so many moments in her own Selection process and also make it easier to understand why she would be so keen to accept her sonâs choice for a wife, even if her husband (and the country at large) had written her off.
One of my worries about this novella is that it takes away something from Amberly. I worry that it makes her seem foolish, to disregard Clarksonâs words and actions, and want him anyway. I feel like this might be my one chance to say this: I never meant for this novella to condone abusive relationships. I hoped, like everything I make, that it would simply be honest. We know Clarkson has his flaws. Amberly does, too. This is a peek behind the curtain at two broken people.
âKiera
TWO WEEKS IN, AND THIS was my fourth headache. How would I explain something like that to the prince? As if it wasnât bad enough that nearly every girl left was a Two. As if my maids werenât already slaving away to fix my weathered hands. At some point I would have to tell him about the waves of sickness that crashed without warning. Well, if he ever noticed me.
Queen Abby sat at the opposite end of the Womenâs Room, almost as if she was purposefully separating herself from the girls. By the slight chill that seemed to roll off her shoulders, I got the feeling that we werenât exactly welcome as far as she was concerned.
She extended her hand to a maid, who in turn filed her nails to perfection. But even in the middle of being pampered, the queen seemed irritated. I didnât understand, but I tried not to judge. Maybe a corner of my heart would be hardened, too, if Iâd lost a husband so young. It was lucky that Porter Schreave, her late husbandâs cousin, took her as his own, allowing her to keep the crown.