Torrance hated coming home to a house empty of his family. His business had wrapped up quicker than he'd expected. He'd been tempted to stop by the palace to pick up the children, but he couldn't offer them the same excitement they'd have at the palace.

"Letter came, my Lord." Illandria handed over a somewhat grubby envelope. 

He tore it open and a swatch of blue fabric fell out. 

"Isn't that the colour..."

"...of my lady's dress." Illandria finished. He would ...