Lila’s POV
Inside the house, everyone was waiting in the front sitting room. Henry looked bored, Oscar irritated that we’d delayed lunch, while Orin sat perched on the very edge of his chair, practically vibrating with anticipation.
“Guys, I told you not to wait for us,” I teased, mock scolding. Orin immediately jumped to his feet and dipped into a surprisingly formal bow.
“Your Highness,” he said, voice thick with reverence. Oscar rolled his eyes hard enough to bruise.
“It truly is an honour, having you here—freeing my son and all.”
“Alpha Orin, the pleasure is mine,” Catherine said, dazzling him with a practiced royal smile. “And I’m afraid I must insist we join you for lunch.”
“Sorry? No need to be sorry! I had the maid set an extra place already. Only thing I’m sorry about is the
