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think of Princes I don't think what you're wearing."
    Blue jeans and a polo shirt, and sneakers that although nice, didn't change the fact they will still sneakers. "Do you think I dress in official garb all the time? I need to wear my crown else people won't know who I am? If that is what you wish, Beatrice, I shall, but - "
    "No, no, it's fine." I blushed.
    He laughed as he came to my side. "I wanted to again apologize for last night. Although I will say seeing you have principles and a stronger will than I expected does make you ever more so delightful to chase."
    I laughed softly, looking away from him. I felt more embarrassed by it than he did. He was putting me up on some pedestal that I couldn't dream of actually deserving. "It's okay. I guess I should be flattered." I wasn't his sex kitten of an American girl. If he figured out I was a virgin, though, he might consider me as prudish as his own people. I wouldn't be what he wanted - and he would no longer say all these nice things.
    Pushing him away though was the exact opposite of what I wanted. Ugh, he does these things to me. My eyes turned back toward him. His smile, that body, he was truly something better. He wasn't that Italian guy I fantasized about in college - he was far above that.
    "Beatrice, did you enjoy your authentic cuisine?" He asked with a tone of humor in his voice, as he looked at my empty plate.
    "Yes. I don't really know how to tell the chef that though. Does he get visitors trying his food often?"
    "No. I will pass along your compliments to him. When he gets good news, he tries even harder. You haven't had anything yet."
    "I guess I'll look forward to that."
    "Well fed, well rested. Beatrice, would you like a tour of the city? I believe you were an artist of some sort?"
    I raised an eyebrow. "How'd you know?"
    "The way you admire everything around here, the wonder in your eyes. Yours is a creative mind."
    "I paint, yes. Not the most successful profession to be in."
    "Excellent. I will need to see some of your work when we return."
    Blush, again. I did that a lot, especially around him. "You don't, I'm not too good, and it'll disappoint you."
    "Nonsense. I want to see the art of an outsider." Leon made his way to a painting hanging on the side dining room wall. "This painting here is adeptly done, by one of our greatest artists. The inspiration, though, is lacking. Dolotovya artists, or perhaps I should say the countries ideas in general, are incestuous. That is, there is no outside influence. I will change that."
    "What's my artistry have to do about it?" I wiped off my mouth and stood behind him to look at the picture. It was a portrait that looked kind of like Leon. Perhaps a distant grandfather? "This is much better than anything I can do."
    "To you, its new and interesting, because its all foreign. Me though? It is boring. I want something exciting, exotic. No, not want, need. I need such things in my life." He spun, his piercing blue eyes digging into me. "Someone like you."
    I couldn't keep eye contact. "I'm not exotic."
    "Were you not trying to get to Zurich? In our ride here, you told me you were going to travel Europe."
    "I did, I guess."
    "Embracing new ideas, seeking them. That's exotic to me - that's the kind of woman I want. The woman I want to be my queen."
    Was he asking for something more than a fling? "Um, don't royals have to marry other royals?"
    "Dolotovyan law carries no such rule. It has been the tradition of nearly a thousand years, and it has put off the stagnation of bloodlines but has not completely ended it. Perhaps an outsider is just who we need to revitalize the crown." He lifted an eyebrow.
    Oh God. I backed away, so overwhelmed about was happening. No, I traveled because I wanted to see the continent, have careless casual sex.  Not get married. "You - you aren't proposing to me, aren't you?"
    "That would be a little forward, would it not? I've only known you for a day."
    "Everything about you is a little