CHAPTER TWOOnce through the Priveski pass, the carriage made good time.
Only an hour after leaving Razghadi, the carriage was driving through iron gates emblazoned with an ‘M’.
Konstantina felt many emotions welling up inside her as Megherny Castle itself came into view.
This was the place her mother would have inherited had she not been married to the penniless Arthur Millbank.
Tears of grief fell onto her muffin her lap.
Only as the carriage drew to a halt did she hastily wipe her cheeks with her gloved hand and look out.
Megherny Castle! How forbidding it looked after Razghadi. It had almost the air of a fortress with its thick black walls and narrow darkened windows.
As Konstantina climbed slowly from the carriage, the nail-studded front door opened and an elderly woman with a t
