*
Lokita, followed by the Prince moved from the dining room into the drawing room, which was a room that she had not seen before.
It was filled with flowers and the scent of them made her feel that they were a part of her love.
A servant brought a decanter of brandy and set it down on a small table.
“Is there anything else you require, Your Highness?” he asked.
“Nothing,” the Prince replied.
The man bowed and went from the room.
Lokita turned from the vase of flowers that she had been admiring.
“Come here!” the Prince said.
As if she was waiting for the invitation, she ran towards him, moving so lightly over the carpet that it hardly seemed as if her feet touched the ground.
He held her close against him, but he did not kiss her, he merely looked down into her eyes to say,
“How
