“Cosette and Louise wear trousers.” Beau spread his hands with a smirk. “And there it is.” Her eyes narrowed. “Your Majesty, please take no offense, but you are a good deal less pleasant than I would have liked to believe.” Still chuckling, he slung an arm over Coco’s shoulder. “None taken, I assure you.” Coco pushed him away. “He gets that a lot.”
