Chapter Three“Good morning, Your Royal Highness!”
Anastasia opened her eyes to see Olivia, the maid who had been sent from Maurona to attend her, curtsying in the doorway of the cabin.
It would have been more dignified if she had not had to hold on to the door as she did so because the ship was pitching violently, as it had done ever since they turned from the English Channel into the Bay of Biscay.
In fact the storm had grown worse day after day until, even though being in a battleship gave Anastasia a sense of security, she wondered at times if they would not founder or ‘turn turtle’.
The rest of the party had succumbed to seasickness completely.
When Lord John Russell and various other Statesmen of importance were seeing them off from Tilbury, Anastasia had done her best to appear
