Jane
"Ah, Margaret," he sighed as he escorted her outside, where they could see that Las Vegas was turning into quite a riot zone, complete with monsters that must have been the forces of witchcraft. Charles shielded Jane from it with his body and smiled.
"Her Highness, as I'm sure she prefers to be called, does not seem to wish my company these days." Which was not entirely the truth. They had one memorable encounter, but now that she had arrived at the party, Margaret had gone to see her brother immediately.
"And you? How have you been adjusting to life here? Your clothing has improved, I can see," he winked.