Chapter SevenMeta stayed in her bedroom.
She had no desire at the moment to talk to Richard or Nathlia.
She wanted to think only of the Prince.
She wondered if the horse he had been riding was very tired. She was sure that he was exhausted.
The housemaids then brought up her bath.
When she was dressed, she sat for some time at the dressing table, afraid to go down the stairs and afraid of what she might hear.
She was even more concerned that the Prince might have left without speaking to her or without even saying ‘goodbye’.
The last thought was so agonising that she jumped to her feet, crossed the room and went into the passage.
It was then that she saw his valet coming out from the Prince’s room and knew that her fears were unfounded.
Because they had been so intense, for a mome
