Another week, another masque, and Princess Anne was wearing yet another new dress. Of course, with the finest dressmakers in the land at her disposal, why not have a new dress for every whim? She was the princess, heir to the throne and the beloved childe of the king. She got almost everything she wanted.
She was pleased with the musicians tonight, and since she had not seen her sire yet, she was playing hostess, greeting those worthy of greeting, and fussing over every detail. She glanced up and rolled her eyes. Richard. The alpha werewolf was someone her father favored and she knew it would please him for her to be in the company of a were when he arrived. She made her way over and gave him a cool smile. "Master Richard, good evening."