She was unprepared for the violence of her feelings at finding Prince Gregor here.
Her wish to meet him had been granted far too soon!
“Please sit down, Miss Millbank.”
The old Prince indicated a seat facing the window where Prince Gregor sat, his face now in shadow.
Konstantina sank down, her eyes lowered.
“You are satisfied with your room?” enquired the old Prince.
Konstantina nodded.
“Oh, yes, sir. It is the most beautiful room I have ever been in. It is far grander than my bedroom at home.”
She was aware of a movement at the window and felt rather than saw Prince Gregor’s eyes upon her again.
At the mere idea of being under his scrutiny, colour flooded her cheeks and she hoped that he would think it was the heat from the fire that caused it.
The old Prince was smiling at her,
