The image from that day was framed and hung in Perrigwynn Palace’s main hall. It was that year’s House of Blue Christmas card. And in time, the most favored photo of the family as well as the public.
Everyone was happy and in love, as was only right and true in the hamlet of Dalholm, where love bloomed like flora and fauna. Where Emmanuel walked among them. God with us.
“He’s a true prince. His Royal Highness Prince Gus lands on his feet in love. More after this.”
–Stone Brubaker, theMorning Show
“Okay, is Daffodil Caron not the cutest? I love her for the prince.”
–Loyal Royals Blog
“Daffodil Caron attended the ball in the same gown the queen wore for her twenty-first birthday bash. I think we’re going to see a lot of her in the future.”
–@RoyalWatcherOne
“TheMorning Showannounced a new royal reporter, Melissa Faris. Leslie Ann Parker will join the police report every morning at six.”
–The News Leader
Let’s end here…
Daffy
June
She ran with Gus down the familiar path toward the trees, the summer leaves lush and green, through the gate and down the cobblestones of Centre Street.
Since their portico kiss, they’d fallen completely, unreservedly in love. With each other and Emmanuel. What a cool chap, this Lord of all, God with us.
She’d landed a fantastic position at CCW Cosmetics as their corporate curator. Finding something in common, Coral and Daffy interviewed one another as they passed on the ballroom floor, sharing questions and answers back and forth, as they twirled and turned. Most unusual interview ever, but after a phone conference with Coral’s CEO, Lexa, Daffy was hired the next week.
She flew to New York in May to meet the staff and learn the history of her new employer as well as develop curating ideas. She’d work out of the Port Fressa office with trips to New York as needed to launch the final project.
Gus arrived the last week of her trip to play a bit of tourist and attend church with the Mayses.
They dined with Chuck and Coral that evening, talking well into the night about faith and God, trust and love, forgiveness, and Gus and Daffy’s literal sighting of Emmanuel.
But now they were on a weekend holiday at Hadsby with the family.
“This way.” Gus grabbed her hand and led her down Wells Line toward Canal. He’d been busy too, launching new charitable initiatives in concert with tech corporations and working with schools to teach about health, love, and faith.
And the Frisbee? Framed. Hanging in his office.
He was also becoming an uncle. Prince John and Lady Holland had secured the next heir to the throne. Due sometime in late January, early February.
That’s why they were gathered at Hadsby. To celebrate.
Gus drew Daffy into the Belly of the Beast. “Ernst.”
Did the chap ever leave? Ever take a holiday?
“Yer Maj! Princess.” He came around the bar with his thick arms wide, embracing them without reservation.
“Sit. Stella!”
“Later, I promise.” Gus smiled. “We’re on our way somewhere.”
Daffy looked around at him. “We are? I thought this was our destination.”
