*Rapunzel*
The Alpha Prince of Montrose is magnificently dressed in a coat of darkest blue velvet with silver buttons. He falls back a step, moving into a bow that would have fitted a king. “Miss Rapunzel.” He straightens. “Luna and Alpha Goldtail.” He bows again.
I rise, smiling like a loon. "My prince, I gather you concluded your business in Brighton sooner than you thought possible."
He takes my hand and raises it to his lips. "I whipped the bankers into a lather. They were glad to see the back of me."
"I am glad to see the front of you."
His smile is response enough.
"Good evening," Layla cries, her voice sounding more musical now that it has a faint slur. "You’ve returned just in time, my prince. I do believe that Alpha Goldtail is thinking of nullifying your betrothal. He’s rat
