There was a soft chuckle from the other end as Prince Tristan said teasingly. "Have you finally found a lady that tickles your interest?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I have found my future Queen." Prince Dustan strolled over to a longue chair by his balcony and sat down, leaning backwards and crossing one leg over the other.
"Your future queen! This sounds very serious." The initial soft chuckle progressed into an annoying laughter.
"You can laugh all you want, Stan." Prince Dustan scoffed, slightly affected by Prince Tristan's mockery laughter. "But I can bet that you've never seen a gorgeous goddess like this damsel before... wait a second... maybe you may have seen her because your grandfather addressed her as royalty. She was dressed as a Yarkush princess and she has a striking resemblance with the late princess Lolitha."
"What!" The humour vanished from Prince Tristan's voice as his tone turned all solemn.
