The night sky spreads like green silk over the park outside my window. Although its the middle of the night, it isnt dark. I never can sleep unless I draw the curtains. Tonight I cant sleep even behind the curtains. My mind is too full of anxious thoughts. Tomorrow Im going back to France.

Yes. Tomorrow I shant be called the Crown Princess any more. I shall be called the "Countess of Gothland" instead. Then I neednt behave like a royal person on my journey.

I shall miss Jean. I shall miss little Oscar too. When I see him again, he wont be my child at all. Hell be a real prince, with a truly royal manner.

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