Then she knew that every nerve in her body screamed out at the idea of being the wife of any man except Mikloš.
‘I am his, I belong to him and we have been part of each other since the beginning of time,’ she mused.
It was a protest that seemed to fly from her heart into the sky and then, even as it did so, she knew it was hopeless. Her father would no more allow her to marry a commoner than marry the devil himself!
There had been one mésalliance in the family some years ago when one of their cousins, when she was nearly middle-aged and despairing of ever finding a husband, had married a Danish Diplomat. The scandal had reverberated throughout the family.
She had been criticised, abused and even ostracised for such behaviour in such an exaggerated manner that Tora felt they could hardl
