“Will you join me for dinner? I promise you don’t have to cook it,” Prince Deacon said, smiling. “Princess Freda is a lovely option for you, my lord, and she is right in many ways,” Emily started, even though she wanted to throw herself at this handsome lord’s feet and beg him to run away with her. “What do you mean?” Prince Deacon asked. “For starters, I am spoken for by lord Eliot and I am damaged goods,” Emily said, her cheeks turning blush. “Damaged goods?” Prince Deacon asked, wanting to laugh but keeping his serious face so as to not offend her. “You see, not even a week ago I was sold to be married to a lord from America, but for some reason, he brought me back with no explanation,” Emily explained. “Lucky me then,” Prince Deacon said with a smile, finding it hard to hold his laughter in. “What will people think? Surely you don’t want to stain your name with a girl like me. I have no titles and I am not even sure that I am still a virgin,” Emily said. “How so?” Lord Deac

“Tell me, what are you going to do once you manage to win Emily’s heart over?” Wynn asked. “I am going to marry her,” Prince Deacon said. “After that? Are you just going to stay here forever? Let her grow old?” Wynn asked. “I am going to grow old with her,” Prince Deacon said. “And then what?” Wynn asked. “Then I will do what all old people do; die. I just hope that I will go before her as I cannot bear to be without her,” Prince Deacon said, staring in front of him. “You cannot be serious? The council will catch up with you before long,” Wynn said, half laughing. “Once I marry Emily, I am moving away from here. No one will ever find us,” Prince Deacon said, very sure of himself. “I don’t see you hiding from the council forever, but don’t let me be the one to ruin your hopes and dreams,” Wynn said as he made his way up the stairs to get ready for dinner. “Need help to get dressed?” Benjamin asked. “Yes, sure, why not,” Wynn agreed. “I hate seeing her on another man’s arm,” P

“Sorry for keeping you up so late,” Princess Freda apologized.“No need, I was enjoying my book while waiting,” the lady-in-waiting, Olivia said. Olivia has been Princess Freda’s lady-in-waiting for the past five years, ever since she turned twenty and finished a course in hairdressing, and learned how to sew. Olivia had a fair complexion like most British citizens, with big blue eyes and blond hair, always kept in a low net in her neck.“I did not know you know how to read,” Princess Freda said, standing in front of her vanity mirror so that Olivia could undress her.“It is something we get taught when training to be a lady’s maid,” Olivia said, undressing Princess Freda.After being dressed in her nightgown, Princess Freda sat at her vanity table so that Oliva could brush out her hair.“Do you think Miss Emily is prettier than me?” Princess Freda puts Olivia on the spot.“You are a princess. She is nothing more than the daughter of a butler. One would think now that they have become

“I cannot believe that there is a war going on. It is so peaceful and normal here,” Prince Deacon said. “Will you volunteer?” Emily wondered. “Do you want me to?” Prince Deacon asked, willing to do whatever she wanted him to. “Well,” Emily was about to say no, that she does not believe in war, but got interrupted. “Here we are,” the driver said after bringing the car to a halt in front of Emily’s house. After paying the driver, Prince Deacon walked Emily to her front door. “Thank you for a lovely picnic.” “No, thank you,” Emily said, smiling from ear to ear. “I would kiss you, but I know it is not the proper way here,” Prince Deacon said, before stepping away from her. “See you for afternoon tea,” Emily said before walking into her house and shutting the door, leaning against it. ‘Is this what it feels like to be in love?’ she wondered. Prince Deacon walked over to his own residence before Princess Freda noticed him, but when he got into his house, he heard her in the living r

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