Above all else, the old King loved beauty. He surrounded himself with only the best-looking people, tall men with straight backs and pretty young women. He collected art the way misers collect money. That is why he decided to marry Lady Greenmeadow. She was a rare beauty with blond hair and blue eyes. Her lips were red without the use of cosmetics. And while the King was eager for the wedding ceremony to take place, there were others who were less than enthusiastic about the match.
“Lady Greenmeadow is an adventuress,” said Princess Pirouette. “She will make a cuckold of His Majesty.” Abagail Hoffenhoff, who had recently been promoted to the post of chief lady of the bedchamber for the Princess, shook her head.
“She’s to be called la baronne now. The King himself has said so. Her next adventure will be as Queen.”
“Pray to God that it is not so,” replied Pirouette. “And pray to God that He sends GarGar home, safe and sound.”
“Amen,” said Abigail who in piety crossed herself.