Princess Pirouette and her future husband, GarGar le comte des Deux Chats, sat together in the garden. It seemed as if the closer their wedding day approached the less they had to say to one another. This was not an awkward silence between the two of them, but rather a comfortable stillness, an absence of need to fill the space between them with idle chatter. At long last, GarGar took Pirouette’s hand and kissed it.
“I’ve something to ask you, my pet,” said GarGar.
Pirouette looked at GarGar and smiled, “Anything,” was all she said.
“Once we are wed, my love, I want us to be more than husband and wife. I want to be your colleague.”
“Well, of course, my dear,” replied Pirouette. “I shall rely on you to help me rule.”
“They are saying that the King will make me a Prince so that I can be a worthy husband for you,” continued GarGar. “Once we are wed, will you make me a King?”
“You will be the King of my heart. Isn’t that enough?”