Onward I trudge through these drabbles, though I wish my OCD would free me and just let me READ the book. Again, I claim no ownership.

Upon first meeting the delicate young lady to whom he found himself betrothed, Phoebus was quite enchanted. But now that the marriage was looming in his face, he desperately wished for a way out. The two had nothing in common, he mother was ancient, and her friends were rather annoying. He belonged more with someone to whom he could speak without having to constantly watch his common tongue. This lovely gipsy girl whom he had rescued was precisely what he had in mind. She was beautiful and seemed quite gentle, without being stifled by the overdone propriety of his fiancé.