“I do not believe this.” Prince Richard clenched his teeth. “First Gaston. Now you.”
Merlin puckered his lips. “Gaston couldn’t remove a necklace from a giraffe. He is worthless, Your Highness.”
“You are no better,” Prince Richard said.
“What to do, what to do?” Merlin drummed his fingers on the table. “You do not wish to marry Miss Armstrong, Your Highness?”
Prince Richard glanced at her, and her heart skipped a beat. “I…I will not allow a legend to tell me whom to marry.”
“And you do not wish to marry him, Miss Armstrong?”
The scowl on Prince Richard’s face made him look dangerous, but that made him even more attractive. “I, er, I don’t want to marry a prince.”
“Think, think, think.” Merlin murmured the mantra with his eyes closed. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, stood, and pushed a
