“Will you join me for dinner? I promise you don’t have to cook it,” Prince Duncan says, smiling.
“Princess Fey is a lovely option for you my Lord and she is right in many ways,” Armenia starts even though she wants to throw herself at this handsome lord’s feet and beg him to run away with her.
“What do you mean?” Prince Ducan asks.
“For starters, I am spoken for by Lord Eliot and I am damaged goods,” Armenia says, her cheeks turning blush.
“Damaged goods?” Prince Duncan asks, wanting to laugh but keeps his serious face as to not offend her.
“You see, not even a week ago I was sold to be married to a Lord from America but for some reason, he brought me back with no explanation,” Armenia explains.
“Lucky me then,” Prince Duncan says with a smile, finding it hard to hold his laughter in
