Queen Mir, Gustaf’s mother, had sadly passed away a few years earlier so she had no say in the matter. Xxx The stairs seemed interminable, the corridor endless but finally they arrived at the room. She rushed away. “Just check she’s a virgin, I don’t want the clap,” Gustaf retorted. Mia had sent a water colour showing a rather bloated image of herself and Harald sent an oil painting of Gustaf, showing a much taller and thinner version, and the day finally came, when Mia met Gustaf. “Candle or footman?” he queried. He instinctively knew what was wrong. Mia looked shocked, her rosy complexion turned almost white. “No, forget Gustaf you can marry me instead,” Harald insisted. He instinctively knew what was wrong. Her underskirts followed. Her underskirts followed. “Good because mine is nearly bent double,” he admitted. “Then show me, my rooms are just up
