"You must find him, the man with the..." "The greasy shirt and turkey on his laps" She echoed Eve. "Of course I must. If only to shut you up! But does this greasy shirt man even have a name or must I go around town arresting every stranger who might have a stain on his shirt and a turkey tied around his waist like a belt?" She was exasperated. In love, identity is everything when you are a princess and he is a prince and both your kingdoms are at war. A chance meeting in Greece by two Royals would lead to a forbidden love story.