Please stop singing 'Let It Go'--it's not helping the situation

                                    

                                          
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Logan
This was starting to look like a real bad idea. 
Logan could feel the tension of the room press down on his shoulders. He nervously ran a hand through his hair, trying to figure out a way to fix the situation. He avoided Park's gaze--which turned out to be a terrible idea, because then he locked eyes with Abigail Blackewell once more. 
She brought the phrase "if looks could kill" onto a whole new level. 
"They're my guests!" Prince William sang from behind them. A hand patted Logan's shoulder and Logan saw the prince repeat the gesture with Darkwood. His grin was tight and his eyes glimmered with apprehension. 
Logan then plastered on a relaxed smile and bowed to Queen Eliza first, then gave another bow to Abigail Blackewell.  Darkwood did the same, removing his sunglasses once he stood upright and offered a dark smile to everyone. The only one that hadn't bowed was Archer, who stood tall and proud, ignoring everyone's expectant stares. 
"What?" Archer asked when the seconds ticked on by and he hadn't made a move. "I have back problems."
"You're in the presence of nobility," Abigail spoke. "Show a little respect, boy."
"Oh, right." Archer smoothed the front of his jacket and then bowed to the queen--but only the queen. He stood straight, a defiant grin on his lips as he looked at everyone, completely disregarding Abigail. 
Technically, he wasn't in the wrong. All nobles had to acknowledge the heads of the clans, which was why Darkwood and Logan bowed to Abigail. But all nobles, including the heads of the clans, had to bow to the royal family. And Archer was a member of the royal family. 
That wasn't something Abigail knew. 
She sucked in a sharp breath and her eyes flared, blue flames igniting under her lashes. She opened her mouth, but before Abigail could say a word, the queen spoke up. 
"William, I'm sure our guests are exhausted from their flight. Why don't you lead them to their rooms so they can freshen up?" she suggested, stepping around the couches to stop in front of Archer. She placed a hand on her grandson's shoulder and though Archer was in disguise, it seemed that the queen knew exactly who he was. 
"We weren't informed that we'd be having extra guests," Abigail chimed in stiffly, glancing coldly at Logan.
"My apologies, Lady Blackewell," Queen Eliza said. "It must have slipped my mind with the whole situation we're in at the moment."
The queen's smile was cutting and stern, as though she was daring Abigail to challenge her statement. Abigail Blackewell was no fool, however, and she knew where the boundaries between nobility and royalty lay. So her smile grew warmer and her eyes softened. 
"Well, no matter, Your Majesty. It'll be a pleasure to speak with members of the Darkwood and Cross clans this holiday. And..." Her tone dripped disgust as her eyes flickered over to Archer. 
"Richard Kensington the Sixth," Archer smiled. "But you can call me Dick."
Automatically, Park rubbed at her temple, shaking her head at her brother's antics. Jasper and Giselle's eyebrows shot up and they both looked to Logan, as if he could somehow convey the situation to them from where he stood. Logan could simply shrug in their direction before following Prince William out of the parlor and back into the hall. 
"Richard Kensington the Sixth?" the prince repeated as they marched down the corridors with a speed fit for an intense power-walking class. 
"What? I met a Harvard alumni when I was in New York with Flynn one summer and that was his name. It's a good name."