Going home that evening, Lavinia had been certain in her mind that what she wanted was love.
The love that her father had for her mother and her mother had for her father.
She always found it delightfully touching the way they kissed each other goodbye even if her mother was just going out into the garden to pick some flowers or her father was riding one of his horses.
‘That is love,’ Lavinia thought. ‘It is what I want even if it means having no Palace in the background and no crown on my head.’
She knew tonight that her mother would wear the diamond tiara that had been handed down to every Princess of Tamrush for many generations.
And she would look so beautiful in it that her father would have eyes for no other woman at the ball.
The maids had two little diamond brooches ready fo
