CHAPTER FIVEOver the next weeks Konstantina passed a number of sleepless and unhappy nights.
Each morning she would resolve to forget, forget the perfidious Prince, but she could not.
She would wander listlessly about the dark Castle, a candle in hand, waiting for a summons from the Countess.
She could not bring herself to read or embroider or paint. There was no one she might write a letter to.
Never had time hung so heavily on her hands and Megherny Castle was large and rambling.
After a while it struck her that she never saw any portraits of her Megherny grandparents, although she often saw tell-tale patches on the walls where pictures had hung.
One morning the mystery was solved as she came upon a dusty room with paintings stacked against the walls.
Closer examination unearthed
