Chapter SevenIleana lay in the darkness and knew that never in her whole life had she felt so lonely.
She had changed for dinner into a pretty gown, which was white and thought as she did so that her father would have approved of her not wearing black.
“I hate gloomy-looking women,” he had said after her mother died and had insisted that she wore white and mauve long before the conventional time for black was over.
“Now that I am Queen, I can do as I want,” Ileana insisted aloud, but knew even as she spoke the words that they were untrue.
She knew that she must do what the King wanted.
If not, he would be as angry with her as he had been when he found Prince Tomilav kissing her goodbye.
Yet when she was dressed she thought that even his critical eye could find no fault with her appea
