“It’s like holding two mirrors against each other.”
Rurik led Charlotte through a number of ornate rooms, until they came into a massive one with beautiful pale wood floors and tall windows on either side. Between the windows were panels of mirrors with gilded edges and hundreds of candles in front of each.
“What is this room?”
“The Great Hall.” Rurik took her by the hand and spun her around. “We used to dance for hours here.” He twirled, and she danced back into his arms, where he held her close.
“The Russian court in those days was magnificent—the candles, the grounds, the click of heeled shoes on the floors, and the flutter of silk fans. It was…” Rurik seemed to struggle for words. “Quite a memorable time for me.”
“How old are you?” she suddenly asked, almost afraid of the answer.
