Chapter One
"I cannot believe anyone in England wants to kill
you, your Royal Highness," I said in a tight voice, my
gaze fixed on the ceiling. "Except, perhaps, your wife."
George, Prince of Wales, had strolled into my bedchamber
at the Marine Pavilion and interrupted me at a
vital moment. I had almost reached that glorious moment
gentlemen eagerly strive for, the pinnacle of ecstasy
some only dream of, and I did not appreciate the
distraction.
Fortunately, the Prince perceived the situation at once
and waved away my awkward attempt to execute a bow
to him. Prinny knew my mind was preoccupied with a
goal much more immediate than learning the identity of
the person who had sent him death threats.
What, you ask, could be more important than the
safety of the Heir Apparent? At the present moment, the
creation of my cravat.
Ah, you are no doubt saying, of course.
The letters Prinny had received in London, the warnings
that had prompted him to flee to his Brighton sanctuary
near the sea, could surely wait while I finished
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