"Meet my sisters, Georgia and Tracy.” Edwina said.
“My pleasure”
“Edwina, what is this?” Georgia asks as she looks at Louis from his feet up to his head.
“Georgia, it’s who is this not a what.”
“What happened to the Briggs? Gary?”
“You really wanted me to marry that werewolf?”
“Where did you pick him from? Did my sister pay you for this?”
“What son of the emperor would stoop so low to accept chicken change as payment from the daughter of the duke?”
“Emperor?”
“Yes. Louis Tomlinson. One and only heir to the throne of the Fortonin Empire. Oversees about five to six countries in the region.”
“Oh, my apologies.”
“None taken.” Louis replied managing to keep his cool.
“I was only concerned because your hair is dyed, and you don’t look like a guy that has affiliation to the royal king
