“I’m sorry,” said Yeats evenly, “but the prince is currently occupied.” “Doing what?” Evangeline asked. Yeats’s mustache twitched in annoyance. “It isn’t our place to say,” he grunted. “What if we took you to one of the gardens instead?” Evangeline finally let her smile fade. Until now she’d tried to be polite and pleasant, but these men clearly had no respect for her. Maybe before she’d lost her memories, she would have been less troublesome. She might have been eager to simply wander the castle and the gardens and to be seen as an easy-to-please princess. But right now she really didn’t care
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