CHAPTER SEVENWhen Titania reached her bedroom after leaving the King to his preparations to foil Prince Frederick’s plot, she went down on her knees beside the bed.
She prayed more fervently than she ever had prayed in her whole life that the King would be saved.
She thought nothing could be more terrible than to learn tomorrow or perhaps tonight, that things had gone wrong and he was dead.
She wondered, if that happened, whether she would be brave enough to tell the truth, but there would perhaps be no point if he was no longer alive.
‘Save him, God – please save – him,’ she prayed over and over again.
Then as she prayed, she knew that she loved the King.
She had not realised it before, because she knew so little about love.
It had been a joy and a delight to be with him and she ha
