"Wait a minute, Lord Lyons. I am Dermot's godmother and guardian. Does that make any difference? Dermot needs a male to look up to as a father figure. I'd like to see if you could be his father figure. All that I ask is for you to think on it then give me an answer tomorrow. I'll accept the answer that you give me after we have had our ride." Mystique spoke softly in a wistful voice.<br/><br/><br/>Dermot hung his head in his hands as he thought about all of the news that he had found out. The number one was that Mystique is a princess, Duchess, wizard or maybe higher as well as his godmother. He had royal blood flowing all over him. Yet she was allowed to do what she wished. Maybe it was because she was a girl instead of a guy?