The Tisch got visibly smaller under my lash. The air of triumph she bore when entering the room gave way to an expression of despair. If she hadn't sent the letter to the King, I believe she would have given it up after I was half through with her.
Once more I hold the whip hand, but what good will it do me since I am condemned to lose the man I love?
At Midnight.
Richard approved of all I said and did. We were unspeakably happy this afternoon, despite the storm threatening us.
I fear neither the King nor Frederick Augustus now, but the fear of Sonnenstein I can't shake off.
If the King takes it upon himself to say that I'm mad, there will be plenty of medical authorities to bear him out, none to oppose him.
Of course, they will separate me from my children and will do their utmost to drive me mad between now and the time when I should be proclaimed Queen.