““What was awesome?” Lady Sarah Von Titebottum, Prince Henry’s fiancée, asks as she walks into the foyer, up to Henry’s side. Henry puts his arm around her shoulders and kisses her quickly. “I was just showing Ellie the best ride in the palace.” “You should try it, Sarah,” Ellie says. “No.” Henry frowns, petting Sarah’s long, dark hair possessively. “No, she can’t try it. Absolutely not.” Sarah peers up at him through her black-rimmed, round glasses. “Why can’t I?” “You could break your bloody n—” He stops mid-sentence, understanding blooming. He snaps his fingers and points at Nicholas, then to his own head. “Ohhh . . . I get it now. You were right.” “I always am,” Nicholas replies.””
