The seamstress rushed over and loosened the laces off the dress. "Yes, Your Highness," she said.
She removed it, and Vienna took a deep, relieved breath. Then she grinned at the prince. "You are really my knight in shining armor, do you know that?"
"Ha-ha." The prince laughed, but he looked pleased. "I prefer to rescue you while you are still breathing, my lady. Otherwise, we would be in quite a spot, with the wedding two weeks from now."
Vienna grinned at Damien, and he grinned back. The seamstress cleared her throat.
"Leave us," he commanded without tearing his eyes off Vienna. "I will only be a moment, but it must be a private one."
She curtsied. "Yes, Your Highness." She fled the room still clutching the corset and Vienna really hoped she burned the thing.
Vienna wrapped her robe
