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And his rich voice resonates around the roo live the Queen!" The Lords of the realm repeat and we drink so live the Queen," but what I hear between his words, in his tone and in the way he looks at ives lass to his

"Cheers"

Onetable in the private quarters of the palace, enjoying an early lunch together

"Miria up an envelope with

Edipes hisGreece?"

Miriaain Last month to a Greek Prince, fourth from the throne I have no idea if it will last and frankly I don’t think she does either But she seeraph of Miriam and her husband on a lovely sandy beach, hite-tipped waves crashing behind theood"

And that’s when a dark-haired lad strolls right into our dining roo to happen, but he looks har, perhaps about thirteen--with a newsboy cap on his head and his hands in his pocketsand an unhappy frown on his face He gazes at the paintings on the walls and the intricate plaster on the ceiling with one good eye and one wandering lazy one

"And who us, Prince Edward" He bows to us both "Queen Lenora It’s an honor toboy

"Hello, Fergus How did you end up in our dining room?"

"My dad’s Jonathon, the upstairs butler HeI’ll earn a place in the household when little Prince Thomas has a place of his own"

"How old are you, my boy?" I ask

"I’m ten, but I’ll be eleven in the summer"

"Only ten? But that scowlto be so cranky?"

The lad shrugs "I’ face, Your Majesty Only one God gave oing so far?" Edward asks

The staff of the palace consider it the highest honor to serve the royal faain "Could be worse"

Despite the disgruntled disposition, there’s soenuine about his attitude Honest and real That’s still a rare cous’s father, however, doesn’t seeus!" Jonathon hisses as he steps through the door from the kitchen "I told you to stay in the kitchen, you idiot-boy!" He turns to us and in a ies, Your Majesty and Your Highness, that he’s disturbed your meal"

Edward holds up his hand "He’s fine Let him stay"

Jonathon dips his head, then takes his place standing along the wall And Edward asks the young Grumpy Gus, "Hoould you treat my son if you were a member of his staff?"

"WellI’d ood servant’s job But I’d want to treat hiure it, he’ll have the whole world cla to kiss his arse--pardon ood for a little prince to be treated like one of us normals, once in a whileeven if it’s just inside his own house"

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