*Polly*
A half hour later, in my bath, I think of the obvious solution to this unimaginable turn of events. I sit up so quickly that water sluices from my shoulders and slops onto the floor. “I need Boythorn,” I say aloud.
“Beg pardon, my alpha princess?” Amélie turns from where she is folding stockings.
“Please ask Maydrop to send for my solicitor, Mr. Boythorn,” I say, standing up. “I should like him to attend me first thing in the morning.” Of course one can dissolve a union if a spouse returns from a years-long absence with a reputation for walking people down the gangplank. In ordinary circumstances, it is difficult… nearly impossible… to obtain a divorce. This is not an ordinary circumstance.
In fact, I am quite certain my arguments will triumph. The Regent himself would dissolve
