CHAPTER THREEZosina looked round the dining room and wished that her sisters could have been there.
It was certainly very different from the sombre rather heavy room they dined in at her father’s Palace.
The light from the gold candelabra glittered on the profusion of gold plate and the table was decorated with orchids, which also festooned the enormous marble fireplace and a number of the marble pillars.
It was a room, she thought, that might have stepped straight out of a Fairy story. She had also thought the same of the rest of the Palace or rather what she had been shown so far.
When she had first seen it standing above the town, white with the sunshine glittering on its windows and what appeared to be a gold dome over the centre of it, she had drawn in her breath.
It flashed thro
