Father has been troubled that our royal seed has found no worthy vessel as of late and the pressure is on yours truly to carry on his glorified lineage.

A royal carriage shall be arranged whereby I shall convey her royal yoni to the highest realms of eros. The prerequisite ritual of the glass slipper will of course be the final determining factor if she is to produce the next male heir to the throne, but while that determination is considered we shall engage in various sessions of enthusiastic communions of carnal recreations.

Negotiations shall take place in the meantime, whereas a dowry of one Dancing Cow, three Xcite Poseballs of various order, a Linden Certified Starax sculpture of seventy-nine prims or less, Twelve and a half hectare of land and L$300,000,000.00 shall be arranged payable to me by her congregation of devotees and shall be considered a non-refundable deposit.

For, you see, you must know how to treat royalty if you want to screw them in the backseat of your limo (it’s a Rolls-Royce ladies).