An anguished mournful sound came from Margareta's throat as she put her hands over her face and lamented. Vivid memories and thoughts about the last few months both titillated and tortured her mind simultaneously. As she sat in the beautiful surroundings of her quarters in the St Andre castle, she asked herself, "how can a person be enraptured in love and altogether demoralized at the very same time? How can love still live here in my turmoil inflicted heart? Yet it does, because love rules my soul! Love brought me to absolute euphoria and life has knocked me back into the pandemonium of perceptive reality. The extraordinarily powerful joy of joining spiritual and physical love has forced me to face its human consequences." How can she tell Christoph, and worse yet, how can she tell her parents? Will she and her unborn child be in danger? She knows they will be, but, how much danger?