| | "Please, have a seat, your Highness."
The young man with golden hair like the sunlight sat down gingerly in the rickety armchair across from the young woman in the overlarge cream sweater. She was smiling, holding a large mug of tea in both hands. He flashed her a dazzling smile and waved the envelope that had summoned him to this very room. The envelope with the tri-colored fleur-de-lis.
"You summoned, madam?" he asked, his confusion barely concealed on his storybook features. "How can I be of service?"
The young woman set aside her tea and pulled her well-worn notebook to the almost clear space directly in front of her. Picking up her crystal black Bic pen, she took special note of the prince's attire, black trousers, a loose white poet's shirt and black boots. There was little that gave him away as a prince aside from the ring he wore on his right hand and the gold chain he wore around his neck. The ring held a deep purple stone, cut in an oval and held in a gold band. The necklace was significantly more simple, just gold. But as the young woman scribbled all this description down, the prince's royal blue eyes followed her every movement, a small smile playing across his lips. Finally, the young woman looked up and smiled sheepishly.
"I'm sorry, your Majesty," she laughed nervously, her own emerald green eyes glancing from the prince's face to her notebook and back again. "Can I offer you something to drink?"
"If you happen to have a goblet of wine, I would greatly appreciate the gesture," the prince said.
The young woman froze, her mouth half open as she almost ducked behind her desk to retrieve a refreshment. Wine?
"Wine?" she repeated, blinking and slowly coming back to life. "I'm sorry, but I don't have any wine."
The prince looked mildly surprised, but took the news in stride.
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