Chapter 211

Prince Deacon, feeling defeated, took a seat under a sun umbrella, watching a group of ladies playing a game of Pall-Mall; a game wherein a ball is millet struck through a high arch of iron, which the person that the person with the fewest blows, or the number agreed on, wins.

Prince Deacon noticed Prince Adio talking to a few gentlemen that he seemed to be familiar with.

“Excuse me, sir,” a young footman interrupted Prince Deacon’s thoughts.

“Lord Deacon, accompanying Princess Freda,” Prince Deacon said.

“I am to compile a list of everyone that is spoken for and who will be able to participate in a courting game,” the Footman said.

“Princess Freda will defiantly participate, I won’t. Please don’t bother asking her,” Prince Deacon said, taking a glass of sparkling white wine from a tray that was held by another footman.

“Noted,” the Footman said, smiling, scribbling on a piece of paper on his tray.

The footman was about to walk off when Prince Deacon stopped him. “Tell me, Princ