_{BLUE  GAZE,  DANCING  WITH  A  dangerous  lightness,  settled  in  him  with  a  huff  of  a  breath.}        ❝  _{You  take  advantage  of  me,  Mr.  Richardson.    You  act  as  if  I  should  know  you  and  yet  I  do  not.}  ❞        _{A  tipsy  queen  could  be  a  risky  thing  indeed,  though  closely  watched  by  her  bodyguards,  men  and  a  woman  ready  to  pull  her  away  if  she  risked  herself.    Lips  pulled  down  in  a  frown  as  she  peered  up  at  him.}        ❝  _{And  all  men  flatter  me.}  ❞

        _{❝ I’M SURE  WE COULD CHANGE THAT, don’t you? ❞ He was attempting to be as decent as he possibly could. It was a rare occasion he ever came to the these parties, but he believed that blending in shouldn’t have been too hard. After-all, he was a prince himself – how hard was it to  make yourself belong  somewhere? Harder than he thought as a slight grin pulled at his lips. ❝ – unless you’re needed elsewhere.  ❞}