“I don’t know why they’re making me bother with all this.
It’s not like they’re actually going to let me marry whoever I choose anyway.”
The prince waved away the attendant who was about to lift his foot to slip on
his shoe. “Go on. Out! The lot of you. Yes, you too. We can do the rest.”
As the door closed behind the troupe of dressers and
footmen, hairdressers and tailors, he flung himself down into a chair next to
the mannequin that held his gold brocade coat. “Come on out, they’ve all gone.”
