My new university is a renovated medieval monastery in Slovakia called ÔDux DucisÕ (leader of leaders in Latin). The university is run by professors from all over the world.
Monks abandoned it many years ago, not exactly the place an eighteen-year-old girl wants to be, except I donÕt have a choice. I am SwedenÕs Crown Princess Paola Katarina. My best friends are Crown Princess Sofia Eleonora from Finland and Crown Prince Oskar Niklas from Norway. The sixth day in the monastery, a soft knock on the door woke me up. I glanced at the clock, and it was 1 a.m. No one was there, but I saw a boy wearing pajamas walking across the garden barefooted. The rigid, slow way he was walking made me think he was sleepwalking. I followed him and a few minutes later he initiated a chilling conversation.