“Enjoying yourself?” came a voice at my ear. I turned to see Stoker kneeling just behind me in a posture of supplication. “What are you doing on the floor?” I demanded. “Get up at once.” “I cannot sit in your presence,” he told me in mock seriousness. “It is a violation of royal etiquette. But I can kneel in devotion to my princess.” “You are an ass,” I hissed.
