Chapter 134

There was another guest at the palace who had watched the serving boy all night and had concluded he had to be the most handsome man she had ever seen, her name was Christine: she was fifteen years old.

She had followed her father to the palace ball and amidst all the glitter and glamour she had been enamored by him. As she had gone to bed that night with him on her mind, she said to her maid, “I think I might have fallen in love, Mary.”

“Fallen in love? Miss, you’re only fifteen,” Mary who was only twenty-one, was quick to point it out.

“Who says I can’t fall in love at fifteen? Is there a specific age when I ought to fall in love?” quipped the young girl.

“I’m just saying what you are feeling might not be concrete, once you’ve had it with him you shall soon forget him,” replied her maid as she freed Christine’s hair off the pins that had held it captive since morning.

“Had it? Are you suggesting that I be intimate with him? We’re not even married!” ex