Oh my - was it - was this really happening? Did she really have a man on his knees in front of her kissing her hand?

Did somebody love her so much as to want to please even the most ridiculous of her desires?

If Orc had hit Eponine with a feather just then, she would have been floored, so shocked was she!

"And so you... you are my prince?" She liked that thought. She liked the idea of being a princess. She wanted someone to love her and spoil her and feed her conceitedness. Perhaps, in time, she could learn to love Orc... or no. But perhaps it wouldn't matter. Perhaps... She couldn't keep a smile off her face, or a giggle from her voice though.