"Because I am helping myself as well," she mystically smiled to herself. "Don't worry; I will be a good replacement for your son. I promise,"
Rukle peered at her intently. This kind of vague words could lead to a misunderstanding but coming from a eighteen-year-old girl he chose to ignore it. "What is your name?"
"Sheila, my name is Sheila,"
One of the minsters hopped in. "she is the daughter of a close friend of mine. So I can assure you full secrecy of this issue."
Rukle nodded. "I'll take your word on it. As for you," he glanced at Sheila, "you will be taking full responsibilities of a prince. Public appearances are a must. Is that okay with you?"
"I don't fear crowds." The girl continued smirking.
Rukle slightly frowned at this. He pulled his minster little further and whispered, "you sure she is trustworthy?"
