Purveyors and Picnics

The Lay of the Land

Baking and Stewing

Kiss My Hand

After the Ball, Before the Spectacle

Farrday, the 1st day of Spring's End

Desperate Hymns to a Dark Lady

Folly

Too Happy to Be Embarrassed

Clever

Heads Up

Fathers

Arrangements

Future Choices

Misapprehensions Abound

Appetites Lost, Appetites Found, Appetites Lost Again

"Temmin?" said Queen Ansella, leaning across his father. "Are you unwell?"

"I'm fine, Mam--Mother," he squeaked, then forced a smile. Wouldn't do to call the queen Mama in public.

"You look very pale suddenly." She gave him a concerned little frown. "Ellika," she called, "be sure he eats."

Ellika rolled her eyes, but when she looked over at her brother, she frowned as well. "You do look a little out of sorts. You can't be suffering the pangs of love already? She hasn't even rejected you yet!"

Visions in Ivory and Black

Breakfast and a Ride, Not in That Order

We meet the Prince, his faithful manservant, and his family