We had been traveling for nearly a month on horse. “This girl better be worth it, Your Grace,” my hand tells me as we look at the large palace, “I never took you as a man with a taste for children.” “She’s not a child,” I chuckle, “she’s just significantly younger than I. I’m told she’s in her twenties.” “A child next to you Your Grace,” he rebuttals. I am the King of a large Kingdom in the south and we had traveled to th...