Chapter 1 Part 5 | Son in Sorrow | IHGK Book 2
Later that evening, The Duke of Corland watched the King and the tailor's daughter disappear within moments of one another. Twenna had caught the royal eye much faster than he'd expected. So much the better. A tremulous voice interrupted his happy musings: "My Lord Corland!"
At his elbow he found an overly elegant little man, his round belly supported on spindly legs. "Oh. Hullo, Shelstone," said Corland; he'd almost forgotten the girl's father was here.
"I do thank you so very much for your notice of myself and my daughter."
Corland shifted his weight from uneasy heel to toe. "Not a-tall. One always wishes to see interesting people at these things, I should think."
The former tailor beamed, his smile as pomaded as his hair. "But putting in a word to the royal family's social secretary--!"
