To face the truth was like having a shower of iced water poured on something warm and lovely – something that was moving within her whenever she thought of him, looked at him or spoke to him.
‘I love him,’ she told herself again and again as she dressed for dinner.
She wore her prettiest gown, because she wanted to see the expression in his eyes.
‘I really do love him,’ she mused again, ‘but what man, whoever he was, would sacrifice his country for his heart?’
Because she was allowed down to dinner, Amalie was in a wild state of excitement.
She came into Latasha’s room to ask her if she was properly dressed.
“You look lovely, Amalie, and your brother will be very proud of you.”
She was glad for the girl’s sake when they walked downstairs and Prince Kraus, who was dining with them fo
