“True love.” Christina fought the urge to sigh and quickened her steps to keep up with Prince Richard’s long strides as he stormed through the palace. She understood why he was upset, but it wasn’t as if the wedding were tomorrow. She wanted the ring off her finger, too, but it was endearing how a grown man like Gaston could be so caught up in the wonder of the legend. Maybe it was something in the water. “You have to admit, Your Highness, it’s kind of romantic.”
“It is nothing of the sort.” Prince Richard stopped in his tracks. “It is pitiful, nothing more.”
“Gaston seemed to think—”
“Gaston is an imbecile. I ought to banish him from the island.”
Christina planted her hands on her hips. “You’ll do nothing of the sort. None of this is his fault. You promised to take full responsibility
