I have noticed that my venerable old butler, Stanislav, has not been himself of late. I mentioned it over dinner to Ruby, and she instantly came up with the prognosis of terminal loneliness. She suggested that we find the curmudgeonly servant a wife (or girlfiend at least).
I have to admit that I am a bit sceptical about this plan because I am quite sure Stanislav has made his own decision to be a bachelor. I am still deciding whether to broach the subject with him. In the meantime, Ruby will begin lining up some potential candidates.
The path to true love is indeed a mysterious one. Certainly if Princess Ruby is involved.