Prince Duncan smiles as he takes the corkscrew and opens the wine bottle flawlessly.
“One would think you were a butler of some sort in your previous life,” Armenia says, holding the two wine glasses for him to pour.
“I found myself traveling alone more often than not so it is good to be able to take care of oneself,” Prince Duncan says before putting the bottle down, balancing it perfectly back into the picnic basket.
“To love,” he raises his glass slightly.
“To love,” Armenia says, blushing.
After enjoying their picnic luncheon, they went for a walk, Armenia slipping her arm around Prince Duncan’s arm naturally.
‘She is so different when not forced,’ Prince Duncan thinks to himself, laying his hand over hers.
“I saw Lord Eliot promising marriage to a housemaid this morning,” Princ
