It was becoming obvious to all that Princess Pirouette was not taking the marriage game seriously. Every time a suitor was presented to her, she either reacted with cool indifference, or she found a way to make the poor gentleman look like a fool. One trick she employed was when she lured an unsuspecting victim onto the dance floor, only to shriek out in mock-pain as if he’d stepped on her foot. With this, and other such devices, the men who came bounding into her presence, invariably shuffled away with their heads down and their hearts downcast.
Enter GarGar, le comte des Deux Chats. After his most recent military victories, he’d finally been appointed to the King’s Privy Council. As the youngest member of this august body, one would think that he would remain circumspect, but such was not the case. Brimming with confidence and self-assurance, he made bold to approach Princess Pirouette without an introduction and to kiss her hand before any permission was granted to do so. While Pirouette accepted this attention with an outward show of cool indifference, inwardly she was enraptured.