I am absolutely speechless. Truly. If someone told me this morning that the red string of fate would lead a Prince of the Blood to... *this* smelling patch of dirt and livestock, I would have had them thrown in the dungeon for insolence.
Is this some kind of cosmic joke? Am I the only one who thinks the universe has lost its sense of taste? I expected opulence, silk, and high court intrigue—not hay fever and rustic charm.
I suppose I shall have to investigate further. For duty, of course.