Fleur had paced up and down the superannuated coach, looking for her mark. It hadn’t been hard—he was wearing full regalia. She’d sat down beside him, engaging him in small talk while they sat at the station. Whether or not he’d guessed the purpose of her visit was immaterial; she was a sufficient distraction. He’d already told her to delay him at the station for as long as possible while he went into the office and received a very important telegram. Of course, this was assuming that the Nobles’ Council would successfully come to a decision—and that their decision would be the proper one. A stallion could hope.. 