It seemed to her that it was like living on two levels, a higher and a lower, and they had no real communication with each other.
Then, as the sunshine dazzled her eyes and everything outside The Palace looked lovely, she told herself that she was being imaginative.
‘I shall find out that I am wrong,’ she mused.
Yet there was a strong conviction within herself that she was right.
She stood for a long time at the window until she heard movements next door and knew that the Princess too was awake.
Wearing a blue robe over her nightgown and with her hair flowing over her shoulders, Paulina went to her.
Princess Margarita was looking very lovely, her eyes a little hazy with sleep and her dark hair hanging below her waist seeming to glow with blue lights, which were echoed by the shine in
