“Hello, Handsome.”
“Holly molly!” the fourteen-year-old exclaimed, not believing his eyes. “I mean, good morning, Your Highness,”he added, bowing respectfully.
Ziva smiled at the young man. “Ben, right?” she asked.
“She knows my name. Ben, my name. OMG! The greatest Queen ever knows my name,” Ben babbled to himself.
“Ahem!” Ziva cleared her throat, amused.
“Forgive me, Your Highness. I am your biggest fan. No, scrap that, you are a Queen not some movie star or artist. The right word would be follower. No, I hate that word. Let me start again. I am your biggest subject, Your Highness,” Ben said, while the guards behind Ziva shook their heads. It had only been two minutes since they met him but they were clear that this was the most talkative kid they knew.
“I am honoured to meet
