Life Recreated

Harry

11

'This is Maxima,' said Harry's brother. 'a fine specimen. tall, fair and italian. Maxima Medici is said, to be as beautiful as she is rich.'

Harry shook his head. 'I am already rich, no need to marry for money,' 

Maxima had heard it all, but acted nevertheless disdained. 

Harry's brother moved on to the next. 'How about French? She cooks I've been told, quite well. Katherine can speak well over five languages, sister of the well respected solicitor. her family name, can bring honour to your cause.'

Harry looked her over. She was not as tall as the Italian, and her hair was plain black. A thin, framed face, and small tits. 

'No,' he retorted.

'Here, we have the lady Cassandra.' said his brother, moving down to the line of women he had selected for the future king;s approval of choice. 'her father, lord Andle of the Andles is overwhelmed with titles as Andle the clever, Andle the screwed, Andle the land grabber, and thus concluded.'

Harry thought it funny, how his brother tried to sell these women by describing them along their father's accomplishments.

'Cassandra,' his brother continued. 'can bring together House 'Winslow' and the Houses of common representative. thus your reign will be reinforced by an army of twelve hundred thousand soldiers.'

Cassandra, Harry inspected, was indeed what he had needed to further his allies into the heart of the country. She was seventeen, he recalled his brother say, ebony skinned and perky.

'I shall have to consider this...juncture at a later time. For now, thank them for their audience and send them home. I shall send a crow, if and if ever I come to a decision.'

His brother gave the girls a wave of dismissal.