The Prince gently put his arms around Forella and drew her close to him. He looked down at her for a long moment.

"How can you be so perfect, so exquisite," he asked, "that I find it hard even when I am touching you to believe that you are real?"

He did not wait for her to reply.

His lips came down on hers and she knew at the touch of them that this is what she had been longing and aching for. He held her closer and still closer until she felt a wild rapture seep through her. It was so ecstatic that she could hardly believe it was actually happening.

Then as he kissed her and went on kissing her she could no longer think....