The shop owner almost goes bug eyed at the informality, "Lady Coral," he corrects the man, "And her mate, Prince Quell and brother Prince Vadim. And Miss Lynette."

As realization crosses the older man's face, he bows, "Of course, please forgive me."

Coral smiles, "Cecil—I didn't realize that you were a jeweler?" She walks over to him, resting her hand on his arm.

He offers a hesitant smile, setting the box on the counter, "Yes well my experience as a smithy made me a prime candidate to learn this trade. When they offered me the option, I gladly took it—one is never too old to learn something new."

Her eyes...