Just like the old ballad said, a wizard awakened a beautiful princess with a kiss. In gratitude, the king promised him many rewards, but the wizard said he wanted the princess to marry him.
Her father said, "No. Go away. One day, she will marry a king."
A cursed violin, a gorgeous "genuine" noblewoman's gown, a mansion, and a ball attended only by royalty and nobles—this was Mr. Lorraine's reward for the person who had saved his life.
Being dismissed like that made her very unhappy. It was not as if she had helped their family for money.
She could not bear to see children with broken families. If Mr. Lorraine died, his three children would have no father. How pitiful would that be?
Although the Venice Carnival had not yet ended and there were still people on the streets dressed in antique noble attire, Pomona decided to tour Venice like an ordinary tourist, wearing jeans and canvas shoes.
It was simple: they were convenient when using the toilet. Wearing that damned dress, even something so simple required someone's help. Such a life might be luxurious, but it offered no freedom at all. Keep someone confined for too long, and they would grow stupid.
After mealtime had passed, they ate lunch on the train. Southern Europeans loved rice. A plate of Italian risotto and a Linz cake—that was their lunch.
There was no steak with red wine, nor any truffle ice cream. It was so simple that after eating, they returned to their compartment for an afternoon nap.
Princess Cissy had not been very happy after marrying Franz. It was not Franz's fault, but his terrible mother's. Like the prince's mother in The Princess and the Pea, she insisted that her son marry a daughter-in-law she approved of. The queen