The Court of Queen Carina

[Stoat]

Sir Fortunatus Wright slouched in the alcoved window, watching the strutting courtiers as they preened and pecked and attempted to impose themselves upon their subordinates and superiors alike.

He focused his gaze back upon Fraser, and a slight smile creased the corner of his mouth. The Duchess of Kent herself was busy sizing up Sir Jack, her horselike daughter in tow, no doubt busy wetting herself at the thought of capturing a real man.

Sir Jack turned away from the brood mare, and caught Fortunatus' eye. A brief nod passed between them, and Fortunatus rose, skirting the press of noble bodies, heading for the enormous buffet table. They were short of viable weapons in case any trouble kicked off, but a well aimed trifle could certainly cause a distraction if one was required.

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