Chapter EightThe tree-lined streets were filled with crowds cheering, waving flags and throwing flowers into the open carriage.
There were houses decorated with garlands and arches with the words, Welcome to Obernia and God Bless Victoria, written on them.
It was all very exciting and Tilda’s eyes were alight as she waved to the happy smiling people.
She looked entrancing in a gown the colour of her eyes and a bonnet trimmed with small pink rosebuds. She carried a tiny blue sunshade also decorated with rosebuds.
Beside her in the carriage sat the Prime Minister of Obernia, still handsome despite his years and opposite him, the white plumes of his hat floating in the breeze, was the British Ambassador. Beside him was the Obernian Foreign Secretary.
They had met Tilda at the border.
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