And yet she knew she was being sensible and that was exactly what would happen.
The sooner she accepted the inevitable the better it would be for her.
She left the stables and walked out into the garden.
It seemed to her very small and insignificant.
Although the flowers were brilliant in the sun, they could in no way compare with the masses of anemones that covered the Island of Delos.
“It is over! It is over! It is over!”
She forced herself to repeat these words until she was quite sure that they would go on repeating themselves in her subconscious mind even when she was asleep.
It had been a glorious and magnificent interlude in her rather dull and conventional life.
Now she knew that Prince Darius would not even think of her as a woman he had loved.
She had deliberately kept f
