She had lost her heart to him and might even have forgotten that it was her duty to work on behalf of another nation hostile to Kavalla.
Yolisa with her creative imagination could almost see it all happening.
If there had been one woman sent to the Palace as bait by the Russians, there would doubtless be others.
Yet he had survived so far.
Now Yolisa had to help the Prince until the bride who had been chosen for him by Queen Victoria was old enough to take her place.
The mere thought of having to leave eventually was like the stab of a dagger in her heart.
Then because it seemed so absurd Yolisa wanted to laugh.
How was it possible that she could feel like this after meeting the Prince just three times in the last twenty-four hours?
It was only possible if what he had said was true
