That made it a little easier; but it was her father Charlotte most dreaded facing. Karl looked up, wild hope in his eyes. The furniture was marble and rococo gilt; a chandelier hung from an elaborate ceiling rose. Kristian bit his wrist and put it to Karl's mouth.
Slowly, she extended a hand and took the bulky envelope from him. She glanced at her father. You must forgive Karl. When Charlotte had bathed and dressed, she left the castle and hunted on the hillsides above the Rhine.
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