Mrs. Conrad's voice rang out across the courtyard. "Miss Katia, I'm not being unreasonable. Your behavior is simply unacceptable."
"You're absolutely right," Katia replied quietly.
Her fingers tightened around the glass. From the corner of her vision, she spotted something dark—a tall figure standing in the shade of an old oak tree.
Her grip faltered. Hot water spilled down her dress.
She let out a small gasp.
"Clumsy," Mrs. Conrad barked. "One hour in the sun. Maybe that will help you concentrate."
Tyler looked at the King.
Cahir's jaw tightened. He walked forward.
Mrs. Conrad went white. "Your Majesty!" She bowed quickly. "Good afternoon, Your Majesty."
Cahir looked at Katia's wet dress, then at the nervous etiquette teacher. His stare was icy.
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