CHAPTER TWOEarly the next morning they set off for London.
They had stayed up late talking about the situation and Tarena had learnt from her uncle a great deal more about her father than she had been told before.
By the time she retired, she was finally convinced that the only course she could take was to follow in her father’s footsteps and help his people who were now hers.
When she was in bed, she thought of Prince Igor with a little shudder.
Then she told herself she must be fair and not make any decisions about him until they actually met.
“What we have to do,” her Uncle Richard had said to her, “is to buy you a complete trousseau. You cannot go to Karlova to be Queen in the clothes you are wearing now. We will have to shop quickly and naturally expensively. Luckily I can now we
