“It is the king’s wish.” The driver held out her hands.

 

“I will speak to the king about this myself when he comes,” Harmony said.

 

“I have been ordered,” the driver said in a lowered tone, “to take them off of you, if you do not give them up willingly.”

 

“You would put your hands on your queen?”

 ***

“Queen consort and, yes, if I was ordered by the king, which I have been. Remove them, please, my lady.”

 

Harmony swallowed and placed her gloved hands on her hips. “You wish to see the queen consort naked, do you?”

 

“You already showed most of it in the carriage,” the driver...