Oliver

Lord Martin sprang from the chair where he’d been waiting as I entered the apartment. “Your Highness,” he said with a bow. Rushing toward me, he reached for my wet suit coat. “We can’t have you getting ill.”

“I’m well.”

The rain dripped from the suit coat in his hand. “I was worried. You were gone longer than I expected. Were you seen? Did you need to convince anyone that you were the prince?” ...