*Horace*
I follow the other gentlemen into the library, quite aware that I am incapable of speech. I feel as if I've been knocked unconscious and have reawakened in a different world.
As if I've woken up in a play. Maybe I am Romeo. Maybe this will end in both of our deaths. The most shocking thing is that I can actually contemplate that without much turmoil. If Rapunzel dies . . .
What in the hell am I thinking? We aren’t even married yet. I hardly know her. Rapunzel’s father stands by himself, staring down into the fireplace, so I accept a glass of port and join him.
“Alpha Goldtail.”
“I’m no longer sure you’re the right man for my daughter,” the Alpha says abruptly.
“It grieves me to hear you say it, but I’m afraid it’s too late for second thoughts. I will marry Miss Rapunzel.” T
