“Nana!” Prince Richard excitedly embraced the slim, grey haired old woman in her seventies.
“Your Highness,” Ziva greeted, bowing down respectfully. It had taken them five minutes to walk to the old lady’s condo, too short a time to gather her thoughts about the decision she had taken.
Queen Sara smiled at her “You don’t do that here, heavens know I had too much of it. Call me Nana and come here,” she said, pulling Ziva into her arms for a hug. “You can be at home here, feel free to make yourself anything you want,” she added.
“Thank you, Nana,” Ziva said, calming down. Prince Richard’s Nana’s voice and demeanour reminded her of her own late grandmother. Oh, how much she loved that woman who dotted on her more than anyone in the world.
“Richard please be a Darling and fix your Nan
