“Do you like it here at Lyminge? It’s my favorite villa. I come here as often as the land can support my court. The sea air makes it a healthful place. Don’t you think so?”
“It’s a wonderful place, Your Majesty.”
“Wouldn’t you like to stay?”
“With your court?” I ask hopefully.
“Alas, no. My court has only one queen,” he says, a sparkle in his eye. This is clearly something he’s planned. “But there is a way you could stay.”
He smiles broadly and sends for more wine.
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