“Princess Fey,” Alfred announces as she enters the luncheon room, wearing a light blue day dress with one too many frills for her mother's liking.
Prince Duncan half chokes at the sight of Princess Fey.
‘So, I was right, everyone is always so smitten with her,’ Princess Beverley thinks, boosting with pride.
“Armenia, you are excused,” Princess Beverley tells Armenia to leave, not wanting Lord Duncan to be distracted by Armenia’s flawless beauty.
Wichard looks like he has seen a ghost as well.
“I take it you like the look of my daughter, Princess Fey? Should I inform all her other suitors that she will be preoccupied for the rest of the season?” Princess Beverley asks, smiling sweetly, stirring a sugar cube into her tea.
Prince Duncan looks over at Wichard, mind linking him, ‘for a mo
