Even if he wasn't the Von Rosen heir, being one of the middle sons, it was clear that Hans had ready access to a gentleman's income. Although it was quite late when they arrived, they were accorded every luxury, and within minutes Krystyna found herself alone in a large, well-appointed room with no idea if Hans was even housed nearby. He had stayed downstairs in the public room while a maid had shown Krystyna up the stairs. Feeling restless, she paced in front of the large fireplace. The weather had turned noticeably colder outside, which shouldn't be a surprise as they were well into December. Tomorrow they would cross the Channel and be a day or so from London, from Casimir. Only now was she beginning to feel some trepidation about her mission. What if Casimir didn't listen to her? Even if he was her little brother, he was technically head of the family now. Whatever decisions he made, she was bound to them. It was infuriating. After a few turns on the carpet she realized that the room was quite spacious indeed, and that one thing was assured to take her mind off her troubles.
