“Please – Your Highness,” she pleaded impulsively, “do not – upset or – frighten me.” Because she was no longer fighting him, the Prince’s mood changed. “My sweet! My darling. My lovely English rose!” he said. “I have no wish to frighten you. I want to hold you in my arms and rain kisses on your adorable face. I want to make your heart beat against mine and for us both to find that love is the only thing that matters and the rest of the world is forgotten.” He came very close to Zelina as he spoke and she felt, as his eyes held hers, that he was drawing her hypnotically to him and however hard she tried it would be impossible to escape. Then, with a cry that seemed to echo round the orangery, she broke the spell by turning abruptly and, before he could prevent her, running as swiftly a