Dean shifted slightly and placed Sylvia between him and the sisters.
Then he returned his gaze to the two women with the effortless ease of someone raised for this exact type of environment.
"Your Highnesses," Dean said warmly, the voice he used when he needed to be a perfect diplomatic product. "May I introduce Sylvia Croft?"
Sylvia's spine went straight.
'Oh. We're doing full names. I'm being presented.'
The woman in deep green - tall, elegant, with hair pinned in a style that looked like it had been refined over centuries - smiled first.
"Lady Sylvia," she said, and her voice carried the confidence of someone who had never doubted she belonged anywhere. "Tyana."
The other woman - in a dark dress, minimalist jewelry, and soft makeup - inclined her head slightly.
"Caroline," she added, and the name landed like a title even without one spoken aloud.
Sylvia bowed.
"Your Highnesses," Sylvia said, smiling sweetly as if she weren't internally screaming. "It's an honor."
