Amelie sighed as the prince walked away. With a look of horror in her eyes, though, she watched the scene take place on the other end of the cafe. Levesque had rushed in shot some sort of undesirable, making a mess of the floor. There was a mess of blood, and the clicking of handcuffs.
The trouble of it all... She thought.
She spotted an unsteady Lieutenant clenching his fists and gritting his teeth angrily at the prince, and mentally elected to avoid the confrontation.
A way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay,
brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.
