Chapter 209

Prince Duncan stared after the cabs until he could no longer see them.

“Cheer up, chap, it is only a week,” Wynn said.

“Being away from one’s fated mate, let alone claimed mate for just a day, can be torture. Imagine a week,” Prince Deacon said, walking over to his own mansion.

“I was thinking of taking Princess Freda on a little trip. A duchess a few towns from here is having a few balls and Princess Bently said there will be some suiters there for her. Who knows, perhaps she will even find her fated mate,” Wynn said.

“She is royalty, so most likely she won’t find a mate at a duchess ball,” Prince Deacon said, rolling his eyes.

“There will be a few royal offspring, just like her,” Wynn said.

“Don’t you think if her mate was around that she would have found him by now? Surely she has met all the royalties England has to offer?” Prince Deacon pointed out.

“There will be a couple of foreigners as well. They are trying to get other countries to join the war effort; an alliance with