“Your Grace,” Ziva bowed respectfully before tightening the towel wrapped around her body. She did not have to be told that the woman in front of her was Prince Richard’s sister, Princess Karina. Her bluish eyes and the sparkling diamond tiara on her head gave her away. “Good morning,” Ziva said to the woman next to her.
“Your bow needs a lot of work but I am not surprised,” Princess Karina sneered. “This is Tamara, Richard’s wife to be, our next queen,” she added.
“Hi Tamara, I am Ziva.”
“We are not interested in knowing who you are,” Princess Karina sneered again.
“Then I don’t understand why you introduced her to me, Your Grace,” Ziva responded, the princess’ attitude irritating her.
“I want you to know that my brother will wed a dignified Leap woman who does not pretend to be
