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She was on her balcony, watching the stars lightining at night, her beloved night, friend of so many thoughts, advice from herself and hidden emotions from the world, but not at her, not at her dear friend moon.
That night, different from the others, she weren't asking if she'd ever find true love, but if that was the love, what that was shown to her that impertinent young man, what made her smile so much. Was love so sunny? A heart beating in the madness of life was joyful.
She sighed dreaming. His golden hair, his beautiful green eyes, his cheerful brazen and enterprising, all gave her a smile that reached the ropes of her soul by vibrating her.
She didn't even know him, she didn't know his name, yet she felt tied to that unusual guy.
It was so romantic. She sighed again.
She knew how inappropriate it was for a princess to let go to those love fantasies with a stranger, she knew she was going to marry someone else soon, and yet she couldn't resist that smile, she couldn't say no.
Every Friday, when thanks to the help of her lady, she could escape from the building, she didn't expect to be seen by such a sharp, handsome young man.
Oh moon, love is so sudden and overwhelming, green as its eyes and as beautiful as its spirit. Why have to give up?
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She turned gracefully, in front of her she saw Bernadette's jovial face, her only friend and confidant.
She had a lot of company with her, but none of them were comparable to her trusted Bernadette. They were like sisters.
> She smiled Nostalgicly, she gently grabbed the large and bulky skirt and approached the girl with olivascular skin.
> She smiled gently in her eyes.
They started in the great hall of the throne, her father sat on the sumptuous chair, her mother was there.
> The father's kind face encouraged her, she could not have disobeyed his wants.
> She stood by his side and looked where his father's look.
She knew what, or who, would see us. Prince Luka.
> He took a deep bow.
My princess? She felt She haven't found her place in the world yet, should it have belonged to someone else?
She felt suffocating from that invisible prison.
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> He answered.
He came back with his back and met her eyes.
She was the most beautiful woman in France, and they were right about her, and she was not second to anyone because of elegance and refinement. She was spreading legiadries.
She was a great one.
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Antoinette was going to answer, but, of course, the father intervened earlier, reminding her that the decision would never be her.
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She turned away from the throne and waited for the prince to approach her by giving his arm.
Of course, no one could go up to the king's level, but she also had to make the prince feel indispensable somehow.
It was suffocating. She didn't need anyone to step up and walk down the aisle.
Luka left as well and with the princess under his arm he went to the lodge.
> the young man said looking around surprised.
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She was impressed with all that kindness. He didn't seem like a bad person. Maybe he was also obliged to that life of rules and commands. Maybe he felt trapped, too.
They kept walking quietly. She didn't want to talk, he was in awe, he didn't know how to get her attention. He was afraid to get her bored.
> He looked at the sky.
> She smiled before she looked at the starry turning.
> He seemed to be as embarrassed as she is.
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> Quickly he stood in front of her grabbing her hands. He looked her in the blue eyes.
The princess was impressed by that gesture
> She took her face down red.
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She managed to slip her hand off the grip and moved on a few steps by turning his back on him
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How could she tell him that she had given her heart to an infinitely better statement that morning than his?
> He looked at her with concern and spoke to her with fear and stood in front of her again.
> She justified regret.
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They smiled sincerely and went for a walk. At least from the appearance.
When she came back to her rooms, she found Bernadette waiting for her.
> Saied with gossip look.
Antoinette looked at her fun before she sat in her stuffed chair.
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She knew her very well.
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> She was in front of her in a flash, the aggravated eyes and the expression she used to reproach her.
Maybe she shouldn't have say that. Of course, she would have talked to her about it, maybe quietly and discretion.
The damage was done.
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> She asked suspiciously.
> She said smiling for the embarrassment of the memory.
She was alarmed
> She justified him.
> She went to laugh fun.
> The look of those who dream in the open eyes that can relive a moment, at least an infinity of other times.
> She put her hands on her hips, but she was amused by her friend's romantic fantasies.
Antoinette stood up from the patron and, as she turned light, she went to the balcony. She looked at the sky.
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> Bernadette pointed her out.
> She sighed on her cheek on the palm of her hand, elbows on the marble of the balcony.
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Now she panicked and woke up the princess who, looking at her, knew where she was going to take that conversation
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Maybe the last thing she shouldn't have told her.
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She grabbed her hands, with beggary eyes, to stop the sermon.
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She would never have been able to say no.
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