On a crystal clear morning, living on a beautiful island, I—the princess, went downstairs for my morning tea.
“Hello dear,” I declare, my face lighting up at the sight of my husband.
“Hello,” he replies, but his mind is elsewhere.
I wonder how Victoria is doing, A man said.
“Did you say something?” I ask, looking around.
_****_ “No?” He responds with a slight shrug.
_****_“Oh, sorry,” I...
