Prince Scot sat next to Sir Diago at the top deck of the ship exhausted. They had played different games, sang and danced for hours.
“This by far is the best trip I have ever taken. It is rare for me to get genuine impression of those around me” He said laying down with his arms under his head enjoying the sunset. The royal trips he took were always heavily guarded with maids forever bowing to him and all the games rigged for his victory. It was good to be invisible just for a weekend.
Diago smiled, he had never seen him so casual and insouciant. “That unfortunately comes with your title my friend. I believe that is the reason you are drawn to Lady Meryln, she speaks her mind regardless of that title.”
Thinking of Meryln and the many offences she has committed against him, he chuckled
