Holding Sacia by the hand they walked into a large and exquisitely furnished drawing room.
The walls were decorated with fine pictures and on one side there were a number of bookshelves.
Seated at a large desk with gold candlesticks and an elaborate gold inkpot was a middle-aged man, whose hair was just going grey.
One look at him told the Prince he was well aware of his own importance and that he was prepared to frighten anyone who came in front of him either as a poacher or a thief.
The Prince took his hand from Sacia’s and walked forward towards the Duca.
“I must apologise most sincerely,” he began, “for apparently trespassing on your land. But my sister and I were riding across the country and actually did not know exactly where we were. I am so sorry that your men had to bring us
