When I was eighteen years old my father, King Andrew Reginald of Scotland; my sixteen-year-old sister, Princess Stephanie Christine; and I, Princess Aleida Eleonora, were travelling from Melrose to Edinburgh. Our carriage was pulled by six horses from the royal stable; eight soldiers were riding in front and eight behind it. Night arrived, and a beautiful full moon appeared in the sky. While my father and sister were sleeping, I moved the red curtains...