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to come out now.”
    He left the hidden lover to make his escape and strolled toward the guest apartments, a deep frown drawing his sculpted eyebrows together.
    Christian emerged when the booted footsteps had receded. He looked up and down the gallery. There was no sign of Cordelia. What had been going on? He’d heard them talking, but they had been too far along the gallery for him to make out the words. But then there’d been a long silence, a silence enlivened only by the shuffle of feet on the marble, the rustle of rich material. Then he’d heard Cordelia’s racing steps out of the gallery. What had happened out here? Who was the man? And what had he been doing with Cordelia?
    Frowning fiercely, the young musician made his way to his own humble chamber over the kitchens.
    A flunky was waiting for Leo in the salon of the guest apartments. “Lord Kierston, Her Imperial Highness requests your presence,” he said with some haste. “She is in audience with Duke Brandenburg. If you would follow me.”
    Leo followed the flunky through the corridors of the palace. He was familiar with the intricacies of the place after a visit six years earlier, when he’d had a private audience with the Austrian empress on behalf of his own family, who claimed kinship to the Hapsburgs through a distant cousin. Like most English noble families, the Beaumonts had relatives and connections across the continent, and there was always a home and a welcome to be had at any royal court.
    But for the last three years, Leo had spent most of his time at the court of Versailles, cultivating the friendship of his sister’s widower, Prince Michael von Sachsen, because only thus could he keep a watchful eye on Elvira’s children.
    “Ah, Viscount Kierston, how delightful that you could be part of this historic occasion.” The empress greeted him cordially. Maria Theresa was now a widow of fifty-three and after sixteen children, her former beauty was just a shadow. She gave him her hand to kiss, then waved him to a chair. “We are very informal this afternoon,” she said with a smile. “We are discussing the arrangements for Cordelia Brandenburg’s marriage to Prince Michael von Sachsen.”
    Leo bowed to Duke Brandenburg the prospective bride’s uncle, with the bland expression of an experienced diplomat. “My brother-in-law wishes me to stand proxy at the marriage of your niece, Duke. I trust that meets with your approval.”
    “Oh, most certainly.” Duke Franz Brandenburg smiled with his fleshy lips, revealing yellow teeth, pointed like fangs. “I’ve examined the marriage contracts, and all appears to be in order.” He rubbed his hands together in a gesture of satisfaction. Cordelia’s price was high, but Prince Michael von Sachsen, the Prussian ambassador to the court of Versailles, had not even bargained.
    Leo contented himself with a short nod. Michael had decided very suddenly to take another wife, some young virgin who would bear him a male heir. Twin daughters could be sold in the matrimonial market when the time was right, but they could not inherit, and could not perpetuate the name of von Sachsen. Cordelia Brandenburg, the empress’s goddaughter, was a most eligible bride for a von Sachsen prince. At sixteen, she would be well tutored in the social requirements, but otherwise unsophisticated, inexperienced, and, of course, a virgin.
    Leo’s only interest in his brother-in-law’s prospective bride was as a stepmother to his twin nieces. They were at the age now when they needed the softening influence of a mother. Their father was a distant autocrat, leaving their daily care in the hands of an elderly indigent relative whom Leo despised. Louise de Nevry was too narrow-mindedto supervise the education and welfare of Elvira’s spirited children.
    He became suddenly aware that his hands were clenched into fists, his jaw so tight, pain shot up the side of his head. He forced himself to relax. Whenever he thought of his twin