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He smiled widely. "That will be very compassionate of you, Your Majesty, and I will appreciate it if you can do that for me."

The Queen's legs are killing her, she can no longer dance anymore. So, she stopped. "It is alright."

The nobleman took her fingers again and kissed it tenderly. "The dance was perfect and I had a wonderful evening, all thanks to you, Your Highness."

She forced a smile while all she wanted is to flung herself to the nearest chair. "The pleasure is all mine, Lord Riverdale."

Pulling her finger away, she called the nearest guard and gave the command for a room to be prepared for the Lord of Riverdale.

As Scott Riverdale walked away from the Queen, he was smiling like a man that won the toughest gambling game ever placed in Serna's tavern downtown. Maybe, he did win this tough game.