Elizabeth, the youngest child and only daughter of King Arthur and his wife Anne Boleyn, was having a terrible day at school. The class was studying arithmetic, her least favorite subject, and the one that was the most difficult for her. "Bess," said the instructor. "Can you tell me what three times six is?" "Um...twenty?" "Incorrect." Elizabeth felt her face redden as the other students, except for one boy, who looked at her sympathetically, snickered. The boy had dark brown hair and the darkest eyes Elizabeth had ever seen. She thought he looked a lot like a gypsy. "Robert," the instructor said. "Eighteen," said the boy. "Very well," the instructor told him. Humiliated, Elizabeth stared at the top of her desk. She couldn't wait for recess, when she could go to her own spe

