Chapter Nine
“How will you do it? Will you get down on one knee? Did you hide something in her food? That’s always risky.”
Arthur turned his head away from Percy, the pervasive knight. Once his face was hidden he twisted his lip. Because he’d forgotten to bring the ring for the proposal.
“If it were me, I’d do it on a jumbotron television screen like they do in stadiums,” Percy continued.
Arthur wasn’t one to make a spectacle of himself. He had a plan. He would go in and ask her father first. And once he was assured of the male’s agreement, he’d pull Lady Constance aside and do the asking in private. It was the promise that was important, not the ring.
“Regardless of how you do it, things change when men get married,” said Percy. “Mark my words, as soon as your legs are shackled, she
