The Prince's black Mercedes drove off. Regina was silent. "How are you?" Quarin asked her.
She had a lump in her throat from the tension. “Bad, thank you. And you?"
He frowned. "I'm so sorry." He shook her hand affectionately. "I'm bad too. They will regret it, I assure you."
Regina did not withdraw her hand, adsorbing the little comfort he gave her. She tried to stay calm and suspend judgment.
He brought her hand to his lips. "Thank you, honey, for giving me the chance to clarify everything."
She sighed. 'We'll see,' she thought.
After a short drive, the Prince parked in a tree-lined avenue, hidden from the sight of the moving cars.
Here a man in civilian clothes was waiting for him, in front of a small car. “Please, Your Majesty. Mademoiselle,” he invited them to get in and took t
