Chapter Nine: The Albion Ambassador's BallIona felt foolish as they were presented to the Ambassador and his aids and Freemonte bowed low with perfect protocol. She should have realised that he would have been trained in social etiquette and probably had experience of Albion Society. With a charming smile, he took the hand of the Ambassador's wife and placed a kiss on it so gently that Iona saw the woman's cheeks colour slightly. He then stood at flawless attention waiting for her and proffered an elbow to escort her into the ballroom. She took his arm and let him walk her through the evergreen archway into the bustle beyond. As he guided them to a table, and pulled out a sit for her to sit down she felt like a real lady for the first time since Pringle had died. A faint memory of warm fra
