CHAPTER ONE
1888Lord Victor Brooke arrived at Windsor Castle feeling like a schoolboy ordered to the Headmaster’s study.
He was well aware that he was in disgrace.
More significantly, more distinguished and older men than he had trembled before they faced Queen Victoria.
It was just bad luck, he thought, that he should have run into trouble.
It had happened last week when he was staying at The Castle for what had been an extremely boring dinner.
It was being given in honour of the Ambassador of a small unimportant European country and Lord Victor had yawned his way through the meal.
He had a pompous politician on one side of him and the Ambassador’s rather plain wife on the other.
He was well aware that he had been invited because not only was the Queen his Godmother but she also l
