Ewan stood off to the side near the tapestry in case she happened to bring her daughter back with her, but he suspected she wouldn’t. Once it was clear she was alone and the door was bolted, the now fully-dressed Prince Ewan stepped out of the shadows with a broad smile.<br/><br/>“You were amazing out there, my love,” Ewan replied through his grin as he approached the small table. “I would like to offer a toast,” he then explained as he picked up the bottle of wine and poured two glasses. “I could not imagine anyone handling those situations any better than you did. To the most beautiful, brilliant, beguiling woman on the continent. My future wife and queen – Victoria. And also – to young love.”<br/><br/>If she seemed amenable, he would clink glasses and drink with her. As he savored the vintage the music from upstairs lilted down to him again.<br/><br/>“Do you hear that? The lute player? That song always makes me think of you. We are, after all, the shadows that dwell in darkness. Do we not?”<br/><br/>“I know I shouldn’t be here, but I had to say goodnight. I suspect that our chance for romance has slipped away, but I wanted to make sure you were alright. That, and I wanted to congratulate you as well. I don’t know how you did it, but you managed to narrowly avoid two disasters. I’m assuming of course that Katherine is reigned in as well or else she would be here hounding you right now. Do you think she will cause trouble for us?” he asked.<br/><br/>“Also, does this discovery slow down our plot to relieve you of your dear husband? Would it be too suspicious to Katherine if something were to happen to him too soon?”