If anyone doubted the possibility of someone having such a great talent for flipping skirts and tugging stockings, there was only one answer: Andrew Lloyd, the Dragon Prince of the Lloyd family, could do anything!

The Moonlit Apothecary had finally quieted down.

Andrew glanced at the sky, deciding against reopening for the day. Shutting the grand doors, he prepared to head back to the Moonlit Sanctuary.

"Dr. Lloyd! Thank goodness you're still here. I wouldn't have known where to find you otherwise!"

A young boy, out of breath, rushed up to the doors of the medical center. Spotting Andrew, his face lit up with relief.

Andrew studied the boy and asked, "Who are you? Do you need something?"

The boy, no older than thirteen or fourteen, looked sharp and clever. He quickly responded, "Dr. Lloyd, sir, I'm from the Aicker family. I'm Dr. Aicker's youngest apprentice, and Francesca is my senior."

Andrew nodded in realization, smiling. "Ah, so you're Fran's junior. What's