Sarah fidgets with the diamond engagement ring on her finger. “I’m just afraid that I’ll humiliate myself. That I’ll embarrass all of you.” And Prince Nicholas is back. “You still don’t get it. There’s nothing you could do—literally nothing—that Henry hasn’t already done to embarrass us.” He shrugs. “We’re immortal; we’re immune.” Henry looks at his brother. “You’re enjoying this too much.” Nicholas’s green eyes practically dance. “I am, I know. I should try and stop, but I just can’t.”
