It took almost three days until I finally felt ready to face the outside world. After all, a character as important as I could not keep away from the plot for too long. Already, the prince had sent a dozen bouquets of flowers to Aramis that Priscilla’s mother threw out as soon as they arrived, to my eternal consternation.
How was the girl supposed to fall for the prince if all his gifts were thrown away, and he was forbidden to set foot in the property?
That was one of the reasons why I insisted Lord Veska accept the invitation from the prince for a lunch out in town. The man wanted to chaperone for us, making his own wife nearly scream her head off about wasted opportunities and whatnot. In the end, Aramis and I were escorted by a small —at least, according to my father— company of trained soldiers loyal to him.
Twenty men on horses rode with us all the way to the place where we would meet his highness, the prince. And, of course, the mysterious Lord Gwyn.