Chapter 8
"Enough already!" King Leondis nearly pushed his butler back into the wardrobe, as the man was showing the King yet another set of clothes for him to approve. Leondis needed something stunning to wear at the Royal Ball being held tonight in the castle.
"Your Majesty," the patient servant quietly insisted. "You must look your best for the ball."
"And why is that, exactly?" the King barked. "I am the one choosing a bride; the bride is not choosing me!"
"Leondis, my King.” Lord Randolf stood in the doorway to the King's private chambers, hardly able to contain himself at his friend's discomfort. "There will be many ladies from the Kingdom here tonight, and all will be thrilled to see you in whatever you wear."
"You see, man!" Leondis nearly shouted at his butler. "I do not need
