Max said, “Prince Maximillian. With Torin Elphinstone of Clan Campbell and Her Royal Highness Princess Alexandria. Lower yer weapon, lad.”
The sentry deeply bowed. “Your Highness.” Then he spoke into the radio on his shoulder. “Uh… Control, we’ve got the Prince here on a horse?—”
The gate rolled open before he finished speaking.
We rode straightthrough the camp, past rows of steel-sided buildings and humming generators. Soldiers stopped mid-step, staring at us, their prince, and two other people on five horses like it was 1558.
Max didn’t slow until we reached the Barn. Then he and Torin swung down from their horses, and Torin put out his hands and helped me down from Ferrari. I pulled Dude from the pack and placed him on the ground, while Max gave the reins for all the horses to a private. “Deliver them all tae the stables, they need tae be fed and watered.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Torin unfastened a few bags, slung them over his shoulders, and the horses were led away.
To our right, guards stood in front of the door
Max led us intae the Barn where the uncles were waiting, and then Torin and I begged off to get cleaned up before we would explain what had happened.
That’show I found myself in the bathroom with Torin.
“Well, we’re here, my love, you ready to make your case?”
“I think so, aye.” He scrubbed his hands in the sink. Then began splashing water on his face and scrubbing up and down on his skin.
From my peripheral vision I saw him tug at his earlobes again. “Bothering you?”
“Aye, tis muffled.”
I frowned. “That’s not good, want to see a doctor first?”
He was quiet, then said, “Nae, I need tae focus on the task at hand.”
A stack of clothes appeared for us. His was a clean uniform that fit,again,how many times could we loop before they would run out?
Mine was a similar dress over a pair of slacks, but in a pale pink with ornate embroidery. “Look at this, it won’t work, it’s too…princess.”
Torin said, “Ye are a princess.”
“It’spink.I’m notthatkind of princess. I don’t think. At least I don’t want to be.” I stuck my head out the door and called to the person who had delivered it. “Can you tell Aunt Claray, my um… Aunt Claray that I need something more… war-like?”
The woman bowed and rushed away.
I waited, pulling my hair over my shoulder and braiding it, while Torin finished washing and dressed in his uniform. “You look great.”
He rubbed his hands down the front of his shirt. “I would demand a kilt, but these are verra comfortable pants.” He did a couple of funny lunges. “Ye wouldna think they would hae enough movement for m’large cock.” He jiggled himself.
I laughed.
“But in an earlier loop they must hae measured me tae get it just right?—”
There was a knock on the door and Aunt Claray stepped in, catching Torin doing another jiggle and lunge.
I snorted trying to stifle a laugh.
Torin’s face went crimson. “My apologies, Lady Claray.”
She had a stack of clothes in her arms. “Daena worry on it. I am so pleased tae see m’niece and tae hear her laugh, I winna holdanyantics against ye.”
She dropped the clothes on a table. “I hae brought another, more practical dress?—”
