When I returned to the palace, I spent the next few hours listening to the Queen’s speech about how my lewd behavior could cost me and the image and reputation of the royal family, which, thanks to the kindness of Commander Chase, I had returned without causing further harm. I could try to tell her that I had actually been kidnapped, but she was unlikely to believe it. I had no way of explaining what Dimitri Sidorov had done to me; it would look like witchcraft, which would only make it ...