Special Chapter

Princess Dariola.

What did she look like?

Not a beauty, or at least I didn’t think so. She was tall, half a head taller than me, and thin as a rail.

She had blonde hair and blue, watery eyes, and her lips were so pale they seemed almost white. She did have nice hands, with long thin fingers, worthy of an artist or a musician.

I also liked her voice: high-pitched, clear. She would probably sound great singing merry songs somewhere in a meadow, during summer.

Alas, but during our introduction, I didn’t seem to attract her much, either. I guess she thought me too weak and fragile, and I had no wish to disprove her.

So, I just kissed her hand.

“Your Highness.”

Just a neutral phrase. No “My princess” or “Welcome to my kingdom.”

They made me an offer I could hardly refuse, and that was enough.

Oh, I had divorced soon after getting crowned.

The church granted me my request, even if they did try to negotiate. Your Majesty, of course, we’re ready to help you in any way you want, but we’ve gott