Chapter sixZelina felt panic sweeping over her like a flood tide.
She wanted to scream out loud, she wanted to escape from The Palace, from Russia and from everything that was menacing her like some giant ogre.
Then she remembered that if she made a scene, it was she who would be considered reprehensible and not the Prince.
He had said that his bedroom was near to hers and she thought frantically that if she knew where Lord Charnock was sleeping she would go to him, but she had no idea where he might be in the vast Palace.
‘What shall I do? Oh, God, what shall I do?’ she asked hopelessly.
Then she recalled something very strange that had happened when her maid had been unpacking for her.
The room where she was sleeping had panelled walls like many of the other rooms in The Palace. Th
