A Rebel Princess

There had been one mésalliance in the family some years ago when one of their cousins, when she was nearly middle-aged and despairing of ever finding a husband, had married a Danish Diplomat. The scandal had reverberated throughout the family.
She had been criticised, abused and even ostracised for such behaviour in such an exaggerated manner that Tora felt they could hardly have said more if she had run away with a criminal.
“Royal Blood can only mix with Royal Blood

The man she loved would be alive and how could she live in a Convent or anywhere else thinking of him having a wife and children while she denied herself everything but the memory of a few kisses

However she thought it beneath her dignity to ask too many questions

and there are, of course, many crowned heads we are related to in one way or another.”

intelligence told her there was no point in crying, even though it was something she longed to do

Tora had touches of red in her hair, which was characteristic of Hungarian women, while her eyes held the mystery and the loveliness of the Rumanians, her skin and the athletic grace of her figure undoubtedly owed a good deal to Serbia