“Am I in love?”
“Is this love?”
“What is love?”
The questions followed one after another and as it was impossible to lie in bed because she felt too restless, Zita rose and went to the window to look out at the mountains.
She wondered what it would be like to be alone with the King with the snow-capped peaks above them and the great vista of the country of Valdastien below.
She could hear his voice.
“I want to make love to you!”
*
The day seemed to pass slowly, almost interminably, from the moment her maid came to call her, to the time when she knew that the King would be meeting the Prime Minister and the Statesmen to discuss their national affairs.
By this time she was sure that her father and mother would have realised that he had no intention of proposing marriage with Sophie
