Prince Larkin couldn't even be bothered to look at his visitor. He remained on the ground, comfortable beneath the cherry tree with his hat pulled over his eyes. His horse, lazily eating the lush spring grass, paid more attention than he did. Nearby, his foxhound bayed at the top of her lungs. After a few more moments of feeling a presence and listening to the dog bark, the prince removed his hat and raised an irritated brow. "Can I help you?"