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“Oh, darling! What are you doing?” The queen asked the rotund, obviously tipsy king.
“I’m having a meal in my dining room,” he answered, ruffling his white, unruly eyebrows together as if the question was completely uncalled for.
Realizing that she needed to clarify, the queen said, “Why aren’t you dressed for dinner? We have guests.” She lifted a gloved palm to indicate Tess and Mo.
“Oh right, where are my manners?” the king asked as he sauntered over to where the women were sitting. When he presented the back of his hand to Mo, she bugged her eyes out at Pierce, wondering what the man expected her to do.
“Kiss it,” Tess whispered near her ear, trying to save the awkward moment.
The prince jumped in to formally introduce the women to his father. Once they had both kissed his pres
