You are being provided with a book chapter by chapter. I will request you to read the book for me after each chapter. After reading the chapter, 1. shorten the chapter to no less than 300 words and no more than 400 words. 2. Do not change the name, address, or any important nouns in the chapter. 3. Do not translate the original language. 4. Keep the same style as the original chapter, keep it consistent throughout the chapter. Your reply must comply with all four requirements, or it’s invalid.
I will provide the chapter now.

50
RHYS
“YOU CAN’T SIT BY A QUEEN’S SIDE IF YOU DON’T KNOW WHICH FORK TO
use. You’ll embarrass yourself at state functions.” Andreas crossed
his arms over his chest. “Did you not look at the diagram I sent
you?”
“They’re. All. Forks,” I bit out. “They serve the same function.”
“I’d like to see you try to use an oyster fork to eat steak.”
A dull ache throbbed at my temple. We’d been reviewing dinner
etiquette for the past hour, and I was one second away from stabbing
Andreas with one of his beloved forks.
He’d officially moved out of the palace and back into his town-
house last week, after the parliamentary vote, and we were review-
ing place settings in his kitchen.
I’d asked him to help me acclimate to the whole royal lifestyle
thing. Diplomatic protocol, who’s who in Eldorran society, and so
on.
I already regretted it, and we hadn’t even finished our first
lesson.
Before I could respond, the doorbell rang, saving Andreas from
death by utensil.
“Study the diagram,” he said before answering the door.
My temple throbbed harder. I should’ve asked the palace’s proto-
col office for help instead. They were humorless automatons, but at
least I didn’t want to murder them every five minutes.
I heard faint voices, followed by the sound of footsteps.
“Rhys?”
I looked up and saw Bridget standing in the doorway with
Booth. I wasn’t sure who was more surprised, her or me.
“What are you doing here?” we asked at the same time.
“It seems I’m now the most popular person in the family.” An-
dreas stepped around Bridget. “Ironic.”
She walked to me and gave me a quick kiss before sliding a cool
glance in Andreas’s direction. “You’re not the most popular person
anywhere except in your head.”
I didn’t bother hiding my smile. Snarky Bridget was one of my
favorite Bridgets.
Andreas arched an eyebrow. “Care to explain why you’re here
then, Your Highness? I assumed you’d be too busy to visit little ol’
me.”
Good question. Bridget was supposed to be at a coronation plan-
ning meeting.
“My meeting ended early, so I thought I’d come by to say thank
you. I didn’t get a chance to say it before, but I appreciate you help-
ing Rhys with Erhall.” It came out grudgingly. Bridget’s relationship
with Andreas had warmed a few degrees since she found out he’d
been trying to help her in his own fucked-up way, but they would
never be best friends. They were too different and had too much
history.
Andreas’s face broke out into a devious grin.
“Don’t be a dick,” I warned.
“Me? Never.” he drawled before turning to Bridget. “I appreciate
the gratitude, cousin dearest. Does this mean you owe me a favor in
the future?”
She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t push it.”
Andreas shrugged. “It was worth a shot. While you’re here,
maybe you can explain place settings to your boyfriend. I drew a per-
fect diagram, but alas, it’s not enough.”
Bridget’s confusion morphed into amusement when I explained
the situation, glaring at Andreas the whole time.
“He doesn’t know his forks,” Andreas said after I finished. “I’m
trying to civilize him. Imagine using a salad fork to eat pasta.” He
sniffed with disdain.
“I know them enough to stab you with one of them,” I said.
Booth snorted from the doorway.
“The violence is another thing we have to work on.” Andreas fin-
ished his whiskey and set it on the counter. “You’re dating a princess
now. You can’t go around stabbing people.”
“Oh, I think people will understand once they find out who I’m
stabbing.”
Bridget laughed. “Forget about him,” she told me. “I’ll help you.”
She turned to Booth. “I’m fine here. Rhys is with me. I believe there’s
a football match you want to watch?”
Football as in soccer, not American football. It was one of the
thousand small things I had to get used to.
Booth’s face lit up. “If you wouldn’t mind, Your Highness.”
Since it was getting late and Andreas had no groceries except for
milk and eggs, we ordered takeout while Booth watched his game in
the den and Bridget and Andreas fought to teach me about place set-
tings. Eventually I got the hang of it, and we moved on to nobility
ranks. It wasn’t hard to remember. After the royal family, dukes and
duchesses ranked highest, followed by marquesses, counts, earls,
and barons. Eldorra had a similar hierarchy to Britain.
“You might make a good Prince Consort after all.” Andreas
wiped his mouth with a napkin and checked the clock. “If you’ll ex-
cuse me, I have a call with an old friend from Oxford. Don’t destroy
the kitchen while I’m gone.”
“Good to hear. You know how I live for your approval,” I
deadpanned.
“I do.” He clapped me on the shoulder on his way out, and my
annoyance ratcheted up another notch.
I couldn’t believe I shared DNA with that guy.
When I turned back to Bridget, she was trying, and failing, to
suppress a smile.
“What’s so funny?”
“You and Andreas. You bicker like Nik and I do.” Her smile
widened at the incomprehension on my face. “You bicker like
siblings.”
Siblings.
It didn’t hit me until that moment. I’d known Andreas was my
brother, but he was my brother. A real, albeit annoying, one I saw reg-
ularly. We argued all the time, but maybe that was just what siblings
did, like Bridget said.
I wouldn’t know. I’d been alone all my life…until now.