“Are you trying to say that I’d be better politics than whatever princess you were supposed to be courting?” He clears his throat. “That’s precisely what I am saying, Miss Flanders.” “Plus, my bride-price will be more affordable, I suppose.” “That’s on page five,” Lucas agrees. “My father appreciated that point especially.” “When I asked Hester’s mother to marry me,” Dad says mildly, looking at the ceiling, “I told her I loved her.” Lucas flushes. “That is pages six through twelve.” “Oh, read that part.” Mum leans forward. “I’d like to hear.”
