As abrupt as it had been, Lady Evelyn had forcefully brought with her three of the standing gentlemen from her house into the Lancaster compound. She was bored—a term she used when she wanted to greatly observe and immerse herself in the playfulness of heart of the young eligible societal ladies and gentlemen. There she sat under a well-grassed thatched one-pole umbrella-looking hut, next to her the Countess, both watching Andrew, Christian, Beaufort, Amelia, Prince Edward, Lord Hordy, and Lady Victoria. But far off stood Prince Harry, holding a paper boat, offering it to the youngest of the Lancaster daughters, Amelia.
"Do you think they get along?" the Countess questioned, her eyes locked onto Prince Harry and her youngest daughter Alexia, barely six years old.
