Chapter FiveThere was silence for a moment as the King stared at the Voivode in surprise.
Then slowly, because she was shy, Laetitia came from the shadows to stand beside him.
She had taken off the jewelled wreath, the earrings and the necklace she had worn for the dance and replaced them with her own. She again had on her hair the red veil with the gold coins outlining her forehead.
But the effort of dancing so wildly had brought a flush to her cheeks and a sparkle to her eyes so that she seemed to glow almost as if within her there was a light that was part of the flames of the fire.
The King looked at her.
Then he turned to the Voivode,
“And who do you suggest I marry?”
“Who else but Saviya? But let me first explain something to your both.”
The way he spoke was so solemn that bo
