Chapter Thirty: Meeting the royal familyThe prince appeared just as Destin faded out. He was a very handsome middle-aged man. He had dark hair with just enough grey to appear quite regal, in a very fatherly way. 'Hello my good man. I have the pleasure of speaking with the young master Renshaw?' the man intoned, his voice quite warm, with a very strong hint of 'brassiness' to it. Sort of like a trumpet being blown over a pool of honey', Renshaw couldn't help but thinking. The man had already made a strong, and very favorable impression on Renshaw. He could not say for the life of him why, but he was very certain that he liked this guy.
'Yes, your, ah, your highness', Renshaw replied, a little hesitantly, not yet sure of how you addressed a real life prince. 'Quite'. 'Good'. 'Jolly good sho
