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CHAPTER TWO-2
Still not understanding exactly what he was saying, Vasila stared at him, her dark eyes very wide in her small pointed face. “What her Majesty is asking you to do,” the Prime Minister said gently, “is to marry Prince Gadelov and that will ensure that Saralovia is under British protection.” “Prince Gadelov!” Vasila exclaimed. “But I have never met him!” “You will meet him this evening,” he replied. “The reason we asked Your Royal Highness to come here with such speed is that it was only late last night we understood that His Royal Highness, who has been requesting Her Majesty for some time to find him a British bride, had grown impatient at the efforts of his Envoy and has himself arrived in England.” Vasila was still staring at him. She was finding it very hard to believe what he ha
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