It was courting season in England and Princess Bently; cousin of the British King was ready to present her daughter to the bachelors of the town. A gentleman introduced himself as Lord Dario, not giving his last name. Princess Bently sends in her daughter’s best friend Emily to meet a gentleman every time she does not like the looks of a man. Now it was not that she did not like the looks of Lord Dario, ‘but who calls on a lady this late in the evening?’

Lord Dario inspected Emily without even asking for a name. Dark luscious locks of hair, smooth clear skin, tall with blue eyes, and a dashing white smile. “She will do.”

“Excuse me?” Princess Bently wanted to know.