I had almost reached the staircases when a hand grabbed onto the tulle of my dress and pulled me aside in one, swift motion.
"Hey!" I was about to yell when a gruff hand covered my mouth. I was under the stairwell and it was dark so I couldn't see who it was. "Mmm!!"
"Shush, Your Highness," said the dark, husky voice. "It's only me, so do not fret so."
The hand on my mouth slid away and slowly, as I calmed down, I was able to recognize who this was.
Reynard.
Dressed in a very smart white dress coat and his usually black, unruly hair swept back, he looked quite ready for the event. This was the first time I was seeing him in palace-appropriate attire and I dare say, I was dead chuffed.
"Good god..." I said quietly, my eyes sweeping over him. "Couldn't find your cloak today?"
