PRINCES sometimes pop up in places that you’d least expect to find them – like an Australian pub. It was September 2000 and the Slip Inn, a popular watering hole in Sydney, was packed with people from around the world who were in town for the Olympics. A handsome Dane struck up a conversation with a pretty advertising exec named Mary Donaldson, introducing himself simply as “Fred”.
“Something clicked,” Mary recalled years later. “It wasn’t the fireworks in the sky or anything
