As Magda finished fastening the exquisite gown of pale green silk which reminded Ilona of the grass on the steppe she walked to the window to look out at the incredible view.
From the heights of the Palace she could see for many miles over the surrounding country.
Yet through some freak of fate the Siros land which her father so detested was nearer than most other parts of his Kingdom.
The river which lay below passed through the centre of the Capital of the country, Vitózi.
On this side of it, Ilona could see the Cathedral, the Houses of Parliament and a large number of impressive Municipal Buildings.
On the other side lay both the rich and the poorer residential part of the city.
There were white Villas surrounded by colourful gardens and narrow streets flanked with high wooden hou
