King Raff carried the troubles of arranging his third son's marriage to princess Elarin. When he found her, she was in the gardens, playing with her maids. They were chasing butterflies with nets laughing like forest nymphs.
He stood still for a while watching, mesmerized and besotted. His eyes could not be drawn away from Elarin, she was more beautiful than any woman he had ever met. Her spirit was free, she was without scheming.
In the deep palace where everyone was plotting, all she wanted was his love. Everyday, she reminded him, that he was all she had left in the world and begged him to love her some more, more than he loved others.
So, he spoiled her. More than he had ever spoiled any other woman in the world. Not Risa, not the queen and not Rina, none of them had ever been pampered like Elarin. Amazingly, she did not abuse her power, she did not provoke the queen. She just did things that would make him happy.
