The weather had been extremely cold and they could not afford to buy enough fuel for the fires. The house was therefore extremely cold and damp, but she was afraid to complain about it.
‘I suppose I am really lucky to have a roof over my head,’ she told herself.
Equally she continually thought of the prosperous and happy days that she had enjoyed with Prince Lucian in Seriphos.
And then it was hard not to cry because she felt so helpless.
She had often thought that it was very unkind of Queen Victoria to ignore not only her, which really did not matter, but also Erina. Never once had Erina been asked to any of the parties at Windsor Castle.
Now she had Pythia as well, who was eighteen, to think about.
She was so lovely that when they went shopping people in the streets stopped to sta
