“Eleven months. Eleven months of seeing hundreds of women and I don’t feel like I’m any closer to finding my wife,” Prince Lucas complained at lunch. He was sitting around the table with his family, angrily pulling apart rolls and tearing them up into tiny pieces.
“I don’t think so. You’ve met a few ladies who were quite wonderful, dear, whom you’ll see again next month to help you make your decision,” the queen encouraged.
“I suppose. But I haven’t quite felt that…” he took a deep breath, trying to think of the best word to describe what he was trying to say. “I haven’t felt that spark. That feeling of excitement and joy of being with someone. There are some beautiful, kind, and good-hearted women I have met who would make wonderful wives and excellent queens. I don’t know, maybe since
