Chapter Thirty One

The photographer glared at her then walked over to pick up his shattered camera,

‘That’s criminal damage lady and you are going to pay’

She stormed over to him and grabbed his collar,

‘I warned you three time you fucking prick, that’s harassment and invasion of privacy, you want to go to head to head in court bring it fucking on.’

The other paparazzi men stood back surprised and impressed with her, she looked so tiny and fragile and the photographer she had tangled with was a huge bear of a man. He jumped to his feet towering over her,

‘You fucking bitch, who do you think you are?’

She stood her ground and without thinking she gave them what they wanted, lifting her head she stared at the whole Press pack and snapped

‘I am Lady Katrina Saxe-Coburg-Gotha, Countess of Saxony’

Everyone know her as Katrina Saxony, she had never used her full title and she knew instantly she had made a mistake telling them, it would not be difficult for them to trace her linage back to Prince Albert, the h