Clarisse had the same question. How did one snobby Prince know Reuben Williamson? She looked back and forth at the Prince then back at the servant. She did not need explaining to do. If anything, this bastard had walked in without permission and was now demanding answers. Without much of a second thought, she snatched the dagger out of the Prince’s hands and sent him a glare that disgraced fear in its entirety.
“What do you want?” she demanded. “and I don’t know what manners they teach the Princes in this part of the world but where I come from, decent men knock.”
The servant wheezed, controlling himself when Prince Esteban shot him a frown. Esteban turned to face her and Clarisse noticed a sort of resentment in those gray orbs. There went the Grand Duke’s great plan to match them.
