“Princess Madeleine, to what do I owe this pleasure?” questioned Princess Ophelia in a sweet tone. I must be interrupted her tea time, seeing the fact that she was sipping tea on the balcony.

“Oh for the sake of heaven, drop the niceties, Ophelia,” I warned. “Where is Elliot?”

Obviously, I struck a nerve because Ophelia’s face morphed into one of disgust, “I can not seem to find a reason why you...