“Why am I here again?” Bianca pouted as we waited in the outer office of Dominique Furore, Lord Chancellor, and kind of my boss… sort of.

“We’re here because I need to see the Lord Chancellor and since you are supposed to be interning with me, you have to be here too.”

“I thought working in the Palace would be more exciting.”

I sighed. It was bad enough that Bianca had to shadow me, but to have to meet with Dominique while she was glued to my side was worse. Unfortunately with the wedding barely six weeks away, I needed all the help I could get.

“What did you expect? That we sat around drinking champagne, snacking on caviar, wearing the crown jewels and counting the Queen’s money all day long?”

“No,” she huffed out and I wondered how much of that statement she had actually expected to be true. “I just thought, you know, that there would be less sitting around and more—”

But she didn’t get to finish her sentence because the doors opened and Dominique stood there, his raven-dark hair gleaming with the sunlight from the window and his green eyes flashing. I could tell by the set of his mouth that he was perturbed by something, but he quickly shuttered his expression as his eyes caught mine. I stood quickly and walked towards him, pushing down my anxiety at being in his presence with my sister in tow.

“My Lord Chancellor—”

“What are you doing here Lady Beaumonde?”

Really? He’d forgotten?

“We had an appointment,” I said, my displeasure apparent.

His eyes widened imperceptibly and if I hadn’t been watching for it, I wouldn’t have noticed. Dom never forgot anything, his mind was like a steel trap. Something must have happened to get him this flustered.

His eyes flicked to my sister and one of his thick, dark eyebrows lifted.

“And who is this?”

“This is my sister Bianca, she is interning with me.”

“Dom—” another voice came from behind me. “Well, hello there ladies.”

I watched Dom’s face redden slightly as he looked over my shoulder and then I turned slowly and caught my breath. They had to be related, that was the only explanation for how similar they looked, although the interloper was younger and not quite so serious.

“This is Lady Priscilla Beaumonde and her sister Miss Bianca Beaumonde,” Dom said and his voice dripped with displeasure.

The younger man stepped forward and took my hand bowing over it and brushing his lips on the back of my knuckles before letting go and taking my sister’s hand to do the same, only he took a little longer to complete the greeting.

“It is such a pleasure to meet you both,” he said, but his eyes didn’t leave Bianca’s.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. It was always the same, the men went gaga over my sister and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why, not that I wanted them to go gaga over me, not in the slightest. I just found it tiring and I knew that I would spend the next four hours listening to her babble on about whoever this man turned out to be.

“Lady Beaumonde, Miss Beaumonde, this is my brother Louis.”

“Yes, well,” I said, “As I said earlier, we had an appointment.” I looked at my wrist where I wore a classic timepiece, antique in fact, given to me by my mother. It probably wasn’t worth the amount I spent on it to keep it running, but I was yet to discover another watch that felt right on my arm.

“I’m afraid I am going to have to reschedule,” Dom said and my eyes snapped to his.

“You couldn’t have told me this earlier before I made my way over here?”

Dom’s jaw hardened and I watched, fascinated, as the muscles under his dark whiskers rippled. I had become adept at reading his moods and his body language for my own preservation. I tended to let my mouth run away from me at times, but I knew I could only push him so far before he would push back. That was not as much fun as it sounded.

“It is a last minute situation that I need to deal with post-haste. I’ll let you know when I can reschedule. Come along Louis.”

Dom took Louis’ arm roughly and stalked from the room leaving me to gape after him. I had never seen him so ruffled by anything and the look in his eye when he glared at his brother was enough for me to be thankful I was not in Louis’ shoes.

“That’s him,” Bianca whispered excitedly beside me.

“What?” I turned to look at her, not comprehending what she was blabbering about.

“The guy from the garden party. You know the one that I told you about, the one who looked at me and we had a moment.” She sighed dreamily and I tried really hard not to roll my eyes, but failed.

“Dom or Louis?”

“Louis, of course,” she said like I was a simpleton, “Dom is far too old for me. He’s hot, but yeah, too old.”

“Louis is the guy that you are in love with?” I asked to clarify.

“Didn’t you feel it?” she said, looking towards the door where the two men had exited, “The sparks between us were off the charts.”

“The only sparks I saw were the ones between the two brothers. Louis has obviously done something that Dom didn’t like, there is no other explanation for him forgetting our appointment.”

“So he’s just as uptight as you are?” Bianca mumbled.

I turned to her, wanting to rip shreds off her. The lazy little beggar did nothing all day long and had the nerve to call me uptight? Instead I counted to ten. It wasn’t worth getting into it with her, she was blithely unaware of her spoilt behaviour and nothing I said to her would ever get through to her.

“Come on,” I said, “We’ve got work to do.”

I marched Louis out of my office and away from the two distracting women that had been waiting for me. How on earth could I have forgotten the appointment I had with Priscilla? I never forgot anything. But then again, I hadn’t had to deal with my younger brother in a long time either.

“What were you thinking Louis?” I growled as I frog-marched him towards the elevator that would take us down to the Majordomo.

“Well, now, I’m not sure. Maybe if you give me a hint as to why you feel it necessary to manhandle me, I might be able to explain myself.”

“A 1984 Domaine de la Romanée-Conti? Really? Do you know how much that is worth?”

“It’s wine, red wine—”

“French red wine worth nearly six thousand American dollars. And you thought you could just help yourself to the Royal cellar?”

“The Queen said—”

“The Queen was being polite. When she told you to make yourself at home, she did not mean pilfering from her wine cellar. Seriously, what has gotten into you? You can not be this much of a lush. What happened to you?”

Louis pulled his arm from my grasp and took a moment to straighten his cuffs before running a hand over his hair to smooth it back into place. This wasn’t the brother that I remembered, something was going on with him and I had no idea what it was. We had been close once upon a time, but living in two different countries tended to erode even the strongest of relationships.

“I was entertaining,” he replied, “I asked the Sommelier for the wine and he served my guest and I.”

“Who was your guest?”

“That’s a private matter—”

“Fine,” I said, cutting him off, really not caring who he had brought into the Palace. That was not my department and I’m sure Benjamin had eyes everywhere, the proof of which was his email this morning alerting me to my dear brother’s expensive tastes. “Look,” I said, trying to remain calm, “You cannot avail yourself of the Queen’s cellars, especially not bottles of wine worth more than you’ve ever made in a real job.”

He scoffed, “Like this is a real job.”

“You don’t think I work hard? You don’t think that this job is demanding?”

“Well it’s not like you’re digging ditches in the midday sun now is it? You live and work in a Palace, not exactly a hardship.”

“And what exactly would you know about hard work? You grew up in an estate that was not exactly a poor house. You’ve had every advantage afforded to you and yet still you flounder. What is it going to take for you to settle down, to start taking life seriously?”

“What, like you? I think you take life seriously enough for the both of us.”

I squeezed the bridge of my nose, desperately trying to rein in my temper. Louis knew how to push my buttons and he was a master at evasion. Attacking me was just his way of sidetracking me so that I didn’t follow through. Well, it wouldn’t work this time.

“So, do you have the six thousand dollars to replace the bottle of wine you and your guest drank?”

Louis rolled his eyes. “As you so helpfully pointed out, I have no money of my own. Papa might be willing to send me some from my trust fund though—”

“No,” I said, not even contemplating getting their father involved. “Dear old Papa is not going to bail you out this time. You are going to work off your debt and since you are so fond of wine and expensive delicacies, you will be assisting the Majordomo and his staff for the week.”

“I’m to be a servant?” he said, horrified.

“Yes and if you don’t complete the tasks assigned to you, I will hand you over to Benjamin and Von Bartham. They have a particular way of dealing with thieves in the Palace.”

“I’m not a thief—”

“Oh no? Then what would you call it?”

“I’m a guest—”

“No, you were sent to me to work, not to entertain at the Queen’s expense.” We stopped outside a thick mahogany door. I rapped my knuckles and waited for permission to enter. “Sergé, my brother Louis.”

“Ah, Master Furore. Thank you Lord Chancellor for the use of your brother at this busy time. We are in desperate need of an extra pair of hands.”

“Glad to be of assistance,” I said, smiling tightly. I turned to leave…

“Wait, Dom, come on. You’re not really leaving me here are you? This was just a scare tactic right?”

I turned back to my brother, faintly amused by the look of panic on his face. “I most certainly am leaving you here. I have given you more chances than you deserve and each time you disappoint me. I am not bailing you out this time so maybe you’ll think twice next time. The world is not your playground, Louis, and the time to pay the piper has come.”

“Come on, Dom. You can’t be serious. Can’t I just work off my debt by working for you?”

“Oh you will be working for me,” I said with a smirk, “But that was our original agreement, the entire reason you came to Merveille. This work you’ll be doing for Sergé is to make amends for the bottle of wine, the caviar, the brie and the water crackers that you used to entertain your guest, unless of course you’d like to pay the bill with cash?”

Louis’ shoulders slumped and the grin from Sergé was almost feral. The man was an even bigger ogre than I was rumoured to be. I didn’t mind having a tough reputation, but Sergé actively cultivated his.

I clapped my brother on the shoulder and gave him a wide grin. “Good luck,” I said before walking out of the room, feeling a whole lot better than I had half an hour ago.