"Cry for yourself, Simone. Weep for the girl who is no one. Weep for the woman who dared to love a prince . . ." Rudolph Nikolaivich His was a golden beauty, masking an inner darkness. His was a tormented soul that was Russia itself and the glint of sunlight dancing across the spires of St. Petersburg. And she loved him beyond all reason!
Simone Montpellier Ravishing in her ebony-haired beauty. Unbridled in her passion. Suffering her own secret anguish.
Their lives, their love. Forever entwined though they might be continents apart. In his arms Simone discovered ecstasy. But it was not enough. She must discover the lost secret of her birth. Only then could she come to her prince as a wife. Only then would she know who she truly was!