“She looked at him, his soft brown eyes and tall form, and contemplated raising herself on her toes and kissing his ear, or his cheek…Instead, impulsively before leaving, she reached up and smoothed his mussed hair.Mr. Bradford beamed.”

“Ah, Azalea,” said the King. “He’s not going to be the one proposing.”The springs in Azalea’s feet went poioioing.”Sorry?” she said.”You outrank him, you know.” The King shifted, uncomfortable. “It would be highly inappropriate for him to propose to you. The Delchastrian queen had to propose-“”I will do no such thing!” said Azalea.”

“A muffled voice startled them both.”When are you going to kiss her?”They pulled away. In the ballroom windows, noses and hands pressed against the glass, were the girls. They stood among the prickly rosebushes, beaming wicked little grins. Delphinium and Eve whispered and giggled to each other; Bramble wore a magnificent grin on her face and a spark of light in her yellow-green eyes.Another figure stood among them. This one had his arms folded across his chest, stiff and firm and formal……Yet he did not look displeased.”

“Mr. Bradford,” she said. “I’m not going to propose to you.”The twinkle in Mr. Bradford’s eyes faded. So did his smile. He managed to keep it on his face. It looked painful.”Oh,” he said.”Mr. Bradford?””Yes?””Would you mind it so very much if…you know…you proposed to me?”The light in Mr. Bradford’s eyes jumped to life. He beamed so largely it almost wasn’t crooked.”If you want.”

“Down with tyranny!’ Bramble cried. ‘Aristocracy! Autocracy! Monocracy! Other ocracy things! You are outnumbered, sir! Surrender!”

“He’s around the twist,’ said Azalea. ‘Breaking all the windows? He’s mad.”Ah, no,’ said the King. ‘It’s only madness if you actually do it. If you want to break all the windows in the house and drown yourself in a bucket but don’t actually do it, well, that’s love.”