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The Sitka Palace

2:42 A.M.

She didn’t scream.

She never screamed.

She was cringing in her bed, bracing herself for the blow, and it took a minute or so to remember it was just the old nightmare, she had not failed, everyone was alive, she had not failed.

She had not failed.

Princess Alexandria, third in line to the Alaskan throne, pressed a hand to her mouth, hurried to the bathroom, and threw up.

Alexandria stole down the hall, took a left, nodded to an insomniac footman, and walked quietly into the nursery. But not so quietly that her sister-in-law, Christina, didn’t hear.

The nursery was right next to David and Christina’s bedroom, and after years of being on her own and looking over her shoulder, Christina slept about as deeply as a cat with ADD.

There was no night-nurse; there was barely a day nurse. (Christina had the charming idea that she should raise her own daughter, which was adorable, if common.)

Knowing she had permission, Alex scooped up the sweetly sleeping baby and cuddled her against her shoulder. Dara stirred but did not awaken and Alex simply stood over the crib, holding the baby and taking comfort in her warmth, her sweet milky smell, the fineness of her baby hair, the softness of her skin.

“Another one?” Christina whispered. She didn’t whisper so as not to wake Dara; the baby didn’t sleep, she hibernated. But Christina didn’t want to wake her husband, who had a grueling day of ribbon cutting and Chardonnay drinking and penguin counting ahead of him. “What is this, the third time this week? And it’s only Tuesday.”

Alex shrugged. She adored Christina, but did not discuss the dreams with her. With anyone. Well, almost anyone.

“Alex, for God’s sake. You’ve got to get some sleep. When was the last time you got a full eight hours? Unbroken?”

Another shrug. Alex nuzzled the top of Dara’s head. The baby shifted and snored on.

“Why aren’t you taking the stuff Dr. Pohl prescribed? Don’t shrug again or I’ll pull all your long, beautiful hair out.”

She snorted. “You don’t scare me, you’re getting slow in your old age. And you know why.”

“Well, maybe I haven’t bounced back from the baby as fast as I—”

“It’s kind of late for jokes.”

“It’s kind of late for anything. And here you’ve got a perfectly good prescription for sleeping pills in your…oh, God, you’re just like your brother! He wouldn’t take a Tylenol for an amputation. You guys.”

“What?”

“Come on. I get the whole ‘we’re a rugged band of royals who carved a country out of the harsh wilderness’ bit, but would it kill you to pop an Ambien?”

“I don’t have trouble getting to sleep,” she pointed out. “Just staying asleep. And I’m sorry I woke you.”

Now it was Christina’s turn to shrug. “It’s no big deal. I won’t have trouble getting back to sleep,” she added, raising her eyebrows. She softened a bit when Alex made no reply. “Well, I normally would, too, tomorrow being the big day and all, but I didn’t get a nap today and—never mind, it’s boring. In fact, never mind about all that…listen, why don’t you take her back to bed with you? That works sometimes.”

Alex grinned a little. “You’re just trying to sleep in.”

“Well, it’s a handy bonus, I must admit. Besides, the thing doesn’t even start until…what? Noon?”

“One,” she corrected. “Sounds like someone hasn’t read her program.”

“Great, one, even better. Hey, you just have to change her and feed her and entertain her until I wake up…say, eleven-ish?”

“Nine.”

“Done.” Christina bent forward and planted a soft kiss on the baby’s head. “Luck getting some Z’s. Don’t squish the baby.”

Offended, she said, “I would never.”

“See, you’d have a better sense of humor if you were getting a couple more hours a night.”

“Hush up.”

“I’m just saying,” Chris said, backing away.

Alex took Dara back to her room, carefully laid the baby on the left side of the bed (the bed had been pushed against the wall months ago for that express purpose), tossed all the pillows on the floor just in case, and pulled a blanket up to the middle of the baby’s back. Dara snored on, oblivious.

Five minutes later, Alex was doing the same.