Conroy was waiting to escort us into the dining room. Violet was sitting at the head of the table with two place settings one on each side of her. “Come sit. There is no reason to be shy here.” Max took the one on her left while I took the other side. “Now, let’s have a lovely dinner, then you can tell me all about yourselves. I have to confess I have never met a werewolf before.”
We followed her lead and talked of nothing important throughout dinner, when we were finished she led us into my father’s old study.
“Would either of you care for an after dinner drink or some tea?”
I knew it was a test, so I answered in my most professional voice.
“Coffee would be lovely, thank you. Cream and sugar please.”
She gave me a look I couldn’t read. “Very good, my dear. You will make a lovely La Roe.”
“What do you mean a lovely La Roe, I am already one?”
“Of course you are my dear, but being a La Roe is and means more than just a name. You must carry yourself as it now benefits your station in life. The Isle of Man is now part of Great Britain also Northern Ireland, and as such, you are now accountable to both of them. You are considered one of the last of royalty left here and must behave as such, your people need you to guide them throughout life and the courts.”
“Courts? What are you talking about? My father was a duke, but I cannot claim the title Princess gained from my marriage, no one can know I am still alive.”
“Your being a Princess is exactly what I am referring too.
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