Chapter 1: The Beginning: Saron & Lorraine Families.
The castle housed numerous relics that reminded one of their illustrious ancestors. Among the most treasured artifacts was the founder's sword, forged from a rare metal and adorned with precious gemstones. Legend had it that this sword never lost its sharpness and could cut through any armor. Passed down from father to son, it symbolized the strength and loyalty of the Saron lineage.
The walls were adorned with portraits of all the family heads, starting with the first Lord Saron. Each picture was rendered so meticulously that it seemed as if the ancestors continued to watch over their descendants, observing their every step.
The Saron family was not just one of the aristocratic families of the Kingdom of Targan. They were living legends, exemplars to be emulated, embodying the finest qualities of the human spirit. Their greatness and influence remained unquestioned for centuries, making their estate a center of culture, wisdom, and power. Yet, despite their might, the Sarons always stayed true to their ideals, serving and defending the kingdom with unwavering devotion.
Harald Saron was born into a family renowned for its grandeur and influence. His first cries echoed through the luxurious bedroom of the Saron castle, surrounded by soft silk drapes and tapestries depicting his ancestors' exploits. Through the panoramic window, illuminated by the first rays of the morning sun, one could see the magnificent garden, full of fragrant flowers and exotic plants. Lady Elizabeth Saron, exhausted from childbirth, cradled her newborn son, gazing into his dark eyes with deep maternal affection.
Lord Richard Saron stood beside the bed, proudly watching over his family. His face bore a stern but fair joy. He knew that Harald would become a worthy heir to their great lineage.
Harald was surrounded by care and attention from a young age, but his upbringing was strict. Lord Richard Saron, a mighty warlord with a stern gaze, personally taught his son the art of war. He often took Harald to the training fields, where the young Saron, still just a boy, tried to mimic the soldiers' movements. Lord Richard, gripping a heavy sword, demonstrated complex techniques, demanding precision and discipline.
- "You must be strong, Harald," he would say, looking intently at his son. "War does not forgive mistakes."
While his father taught him strategy and tactics, Lady Elizabeth, a beautiful and wise woman with insightful eyes, instilled in him the skills of diplomacy and household management. In her cozy study, adorned with elegant furniture and family relics, they spent hours discussing various matters.
- "Remember, my son," she would say, "to rule is not just about strength and power, but also wisdom and justice. You must learn to listen and understand people."
Harald often sat in the library, filled with old books and manuscripts. By the dim light of candles, he studied the history of his family and kingdom, immersing himself in ancient legends and wise teachings. One day, while leafing through an old folio, he found an account of a great battle in which his ancestor had fought. Inspired by this, he decided that he too would become a great warrior and wise ruler.
Harald also spent time in nature, studying plants and animals. He loved to wander the forest paths for hours, enjoying the birdsong and the fresh air. Away from the castle, among the trees and shrubs, he felt free and strong.
One day, during one of these walks, he met an old forester who shared with him his knowledge of nature and survival in the wilderness.
- "Know this, young lord," the old man said, "Nature can be your greatest ally if you learn to understand it."
These words deeply resonated with Harald, and he began to respect and appreciate the natural world even more.
At the age of twelve, Harald took part in his first hunt, organized for young aristocrats. It was an important event, and he prepared for it with special zeal. He spent the entire day in the forest, tracking the movements of the game and learning from the older hunters.
When the hunt ended, Harald, tired but happy, returned to the castle with his first trophy—a large deer. Lord Richard proudly praised his son, while Lady Elizabeth prepared his favorite dish for him.
- "You are becoming a true man, Harald," his father said, patting him on the shoulder. "I am proud of you."
These moments strengthened his resolve and desire to become a great warrior and ruler like his ancestors.
As he grew older, Harald became more involved in the affairs of his family and the kingdom. He often accompanied his father to the royal council meetings, observing the intrigues and political maneuvers. It was important not only to be able to fight but also to understand people, find compromises, and make balanced decisions.
- "Never forget, Harald," his father advised, "that strength without wisdom can destroy, and wisdom without strength can be useless. You must possess both."
These lessons steeled Harald, preparing him for future challenges and responsibilities. He understood that his path would not be easy, but he was ready for it. The Saron family, with its grandeur and history, inspired him to achieve great deeds and reminded him of his duty to the kingdom.
Harald Saron's early years were filled not only with care and attention but also with a strict upbringing, aimed at developing all the necessary qualities for a future ruler and warrior. These years forged his character, shaped his worldview, and prepared him for future accomplishments. The greatness of the Saron family became not only his heritage but also his guiding star, pointing the way to great deeds and just rule.
When Harald reached adolescence, his life changed drastically. While his peers spent their time playing and entertaining, Harald immersed himself in the world of court intrigues and political maneuvers. The majestic halls of the castle, adorned with tapestries and frescoes, often became the stage for complex and sometimes dangerous games in which Harald had to participate.
Every morning began with training on the practice field. Swords glinted in the first rays of the sun as Harald, clad in light armor, practiced his strikes under the watchful eye of his father. Lord Richard, hands on his hips, observed his son, offering advice and correcting his movements.
- "The strength of the strike is important, but don't forget about speed and precision," he would instruct as Harald executed another complex maneuver.
After training sessions, he had lessons with his mother. In a cozy study filled with the scent of lavender and old books, Lady Elizabeth spent long hours teaching her son the art of diplomacy and estate management. They analyzed complex cases, modeling situations that could arise in court.
- "In every decision, Harald," she would say, tracing her finger over an ancient map of the kingdom, "seek the golden mean. You must be both firm and fair."
At sixteen, Harald attended his first royal council meeting. The high vaulted ceilings of the hall, adorned with banners and coats of arms, created an atmosphere of grandeur and responsibility. The king, seated on the throne, looked at the young Saron with interest.
- "Lord Harald," the king addressed him, "tell us your opinion on this matter."
Feeling the gaze of everyone present upon him, Harald took a deep breath and began to speak. His speech was clear and well-reasoned; he confidently presented his thoughts, providing arguments and examples. The king nodded approvingly, and some of the senior lords exchanged surprised glances.
- "You have a talent for diplomacy," one of them noted after the meeting. "You will go far, young Saron."
When the kingdom faced the threat of invasion, Harald was entrusted with commanding a small detachment. For the first time, he found himself on the battlefield, where the smell of blood and the sounds of battle merged into a chaotic cacophony. His detachment took a position on a hill, overlooking the enemy lines.
- "Hold the line!" Harald shouted, waving his sword. "Do not retreat!"
He fought in the front ranks, setting an example for his warriors. Each strike of his sword was precise and deadly. Enemies fell under his onslaught, and his soldiers, inspired by his bravery, fought with renewed vigor. By the end of the day, the battlefield was strewn with the bodies of enemies, and Harald and his detachment stood victorious.
After the victory, Harald returned to the court a hero. The king, recognizing his intellect and bravery, invited him for a private conversation in his chambers. The majestic walls of the royal chambers were adorned with rich decorations, and the soft light of candles created a cozy atmosphere.
- "You have proven yourself a worthy heir of your lineage, Harald," the king said, pouring himself a glass of wine. "Your courage and wisdom are impressive. I want you to become my advisor."
Harald felt pride and satisfaction swell within his chest. He knew this was a great honor and responsibility.
- "Thank you, Your Majesty," he bowed his head. "I will do everything in my power to justify your trust."
Harald became the king's right hand in matters of war and diplomacy. His office in the castle, adorned with maps and strategic plans, became the place where crucial decisions were made. His word carried great weight, and many lords sought his counsel.
Every day was filled with activities: negotiations with foreign envoys, crafting military strategies, and resolving internal conflicts. Harald often worked late into the night, lighting candles and immersing himself in documents. His natural intellect and talents enabled him to tackle even the most challenging tasks.
- "You will become a great ruler, Harald," his mother would say, watching him at work. "I believe in you."
Harald's journey was marked by trials and triumphs. His ascent to power was arduous, but each achievement bolstered his resolve and confidence. He knew many more challenges lay ahead, but he was ready for them. The Saron family, with its glorious past and majestic heritage, lived on through his deeds and accomplishments.
Marie Lorraine was born in a cozy yet modest estate belonging to her father, Sir Edward Lorraine. The estate stood on the edge of a village, surrounded by endless green fields and dense forests that seemed to stretch to the horizon. The wooden house, built from dark timber, looked simple but sturdy. Its wide windows let in plenty of light, creating an atmosphere of warmth and comfort inside. Beside the house was a small garden where fruit trees grew and flowers bloomed, tended to by Marie's mother.
From her earliest days, Marie was enveloped in love and care. Her nursery, located on the second floor of the house, was brightly lit by sunlight streaming through large windows. In the corner stood a simple yet beautiful cradle, handcrafted by Edward. The walls of the room were adorned with embroidered curtains and children's drawings, giving the space a special charm.
Marie's mother, Lady Emma Lorraine, was a gentle and kind woman with a soft voice and warm, caring eyes. Her long chestnut hair was always neatly braided, and her face beamed with a smile that could melt the coldest heart. Emma spent much time with little Marie, holding her in her arms and singing lullabies. She told her daughter tales and stories of kind fairies, brave knights, and magical creatures, filling her imagination with wonders.
Edward Lorraine, a stern warrior on the battlefield, became a loving and attentive father at home. His strong hands, accustomed to wielding a sword and shield, lovingly cradled little Marie. He often held her while sitting in a chair by the fireplace, recounting stories of his exploits and adventures. His deep voice and vivid tales mesmerized Marie, making her dream of great deeds.
- "Daddy, tell me again how you defeated the dragon," Marie would ask, snuggling onto his lap.
- "Alright, my little princess," Edward would smile, stroking her hair. "It was a long time ago when I was still a young knight..."
Evenings at the Lorraine household were special. The entire family gathered by the large fireplace, which crackled warmly, casting cozy glows around the room. Emma prepared delicious dinners, and the aroma of roasted meat and fresh bread filled the house. At the table, they shared stories of their day, laughed, and discussed plans for the future.
- "Marie, you helped me so well in the garden today," Emma would praise her daughter while serving soup. "You have such gentle and caring hands."
- "Thank you, Mama," Marie would reply with a shy smile. "I just love flowers."
Listening to their conversation, Edward watched his family with pride. He knew that despite their modest estate and not-so-wealthy standing, they were rich in love and understanding.
As Marie grew older, her parents began teaching her important skills. Emma showed her how to care for the garden and the house, teaching her needlework and cooking. They often spent time in the garden, gathering herbs and flowers that Emma used to make healing potions and fragrant compositions.
- "Mama, why are these flowers so special?" Marie would ask, holding a bunch of lavender.
- "Because they bring joy and peace," Emma would reply, carefully placing the flowers in a basket. "And most importantly, they grow with love."
Edward, in turn, taught Marie the basics of self-defense and survival. He understood that the world around them was not always safe and wanted his daughter to be able to protect herself. They often trained in the clearing behind the house, where Edward showed her how to hold a sword and deflect blows.
- "Papa, do you think I can ever be as strong as you?" Marie would ask, holding a wooden sword.
- "You are already strong, my dear," Edward would smile. "Strength is not only in muscles but also in the heart. And yours is huge."
Marie's early years were filled with love, care, and learning. The modest estate on the edge of the village became her cozy world, where every corner was steeped in family traditions and warmth. These years shaped her personality, instilling in her kindness, compassion, and a sense of justice. Marie grew up amidst nature and love, ready for the great deeds and encounters that awaited her.
Marie grew up surrounded by nature, and every day was full of discoveries and adventures. Their home, perched on the village's edge, was encircled by green fields stretching to the horizon and dense forests that beckoned with their mystery. In the morning, as the first rays of the sun touched her light brown hair, Marie would dash out of the house and set off on her favorite walks.
The sun's rays played in her hair as she ran through the fields, gathering wildflowers. Colorful poppies, white daisies, and blue cornflowers filled her basket, which later turned into beautiful bouquets to decorate the house. Marie loved the scent of fresh greenery and floral aromas that filled the air around her.
The forest was her sanctuary, where she could spend hours listening to the birdsong and the rustling leaves. The branches whispered in the wind, creating a melodic backdrop for her walks. Marie often found company among the animals: she watched squirrels leaping nimbly from branch to branch and hares darting into the bushes at her approach. She loved observing the animals and learned to understand their behavior, striving to be quiet and inconspicuous.
- "Look, Mama, I saw a squirrel," she would recount to her mother in the evening. "It was so quick and beautiful!"
Her father, Sir Edward Lorraine, when not occupied with his duties, spent time with Marie, teaching her the basics of self-defense. He wanted his daughter to be able to stand up for herself in any circumstances. On the small clearing behind the house, they trained together, and Marie eagerly learned everything he knew.
Edward made her a small wooden sword, which became her constant companion during her games. Marie joyfully swung the sword, imagining herself as a great warrior defending her family and village from invisible foes.
Edward was a strict but loving teacher. He showed Marie how to hold the sword correctly, how to block blows, and deliver counterstrikes. He taught her to be quick and agile, while never forgetting the importance of discipline and respect for the opponent.
- "It's important to remember, Marie, that a true warrior not only fights but also protects," he would say. "You must be strong but also wise."
In the evenings, after long walks and training sessions, Marie would return home, where a warm dinner and a cozy family atmosphere awaited her. Emma, her mother, cooked delicious meals, filling the house with the aromas of fresh bread and stewed meat. They gathered around the large wooden table, adorned with flowers that Marie had picked.
When Marie grew older, her mother, Lady Emma Lorraine, took charge of her upbringing and education. Their lessons took place in a cozy room on the second floor of the house, overlooking the blooming garden. The room was decorated with embroidered curtains, soft pillows, and neat shelves filled with books. Vases of flowers always stood on the table, adding freshness and fragrance to the room.
Every morning began with Marie sitting at a wooden table, where fabrics and threads for embroidery lay. Emma, sitting beside her, explained the intricacies of the craft. The soft light streaming through the windows illuminated their faces, creating an atmosphere of tranquility and focus.
- "Embroidery requires patience and attention to detail," Emma would say, showing her daughter how to carefully make stitches. "Each thread must be in its place, just like in life."
After embroidery, they moved on to reading books. In the corner of the room stood a large wooden bookshelf filled with volumes on history, literature, and philosophy. Marie loved choosing books, leafing through the pages, and inhaling the scent of old paper. Together with her mother, they read aloud, discussing what they had read.
- "Mama, why did this heroine act the way she did?" Marie would ask, turning the pages of a book.
- "Because she followed her heart and her principles," Emma would reply, closing the book. "It's important to always stay true to yourself and your beliefs."
Emma explained to her daughter the importance of kindness and compassion, instilling in her a sense of empathy and respect for others. They often discussed how they could help those around them and what it meant to be just.
- "Remember, Marie," Emma would say, holding a delicate piece of lace, "the true strength of a woman lies in her kindness and wisdom. You must always strive to help others and be fair."
Marie listened intently to her mother, absorbing her wisdom. She tried to remember every word, knowing that this knowledge would form the foundation of her future life.
Part of her education involved trips to the village. Marie and Emma would dress in simple yet neat clothes and set off to help those in need. The village, located near their estate, was a picturesque place with small houses surrounded by gardens and vegetable patches. The dusty streets were full of life: children played on the grass, women washed clothes in the stream, and men worked in the fields.
Marie and her mother visited the homes of the poor, bringing food, clothing, and medicines. They comforted the sick, helped the elderly, and played with the children. These trips left a deep impression on Marie's heart, shaping her worldview and her drive to do good deeds.
- "Lady Marie, thank you for your help," an old woman would say, accepting a basket of food. "You are an angel."
- "It's just a small part of what we can do," Marie would reply with a smile. "We will always be here to help."
After their trips to the village, Marie and Emma would return home, tired but content. In the evenings, they would discuss what they had accomplished and how they could do even more.
- "Mama, today I saw the children playing with our gifts," Marie would say, sitting by the fireplace. "Their smiles are the best thing to see."
- "Yes, dear," Emma would agree, stroking her daughter's head. "The kindness we give to others always comes back to us."
Marie Lorraine's education and upbringing were filled with care, wisdom, and kindness. In the cozy room where they spent hours embroidering and reading, Marie learned the most important life principles. The trips to the village and helping those in need shaped her into a person ready to bring light and goodness into the world. These years, spent in the loving and wise company of her mother, laid the foundation for her future achievements and accomplishments.
Over the years, Marie Lorraine grew into a beautiful and graceful young woman whose appearance captivated everyone around her. Her light brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, shining in the sun like golden threads. Her dark orange eyes glowed with inner strength and warmth, drawing attention and evoking sympathy. Marie possessed not only outer beauty but also a kind heart, making her truly special.
Marie was often seen on the village streets, distributing food and clothes to the poor, and helping the sick and the elderly. On sunny days, when the light played in her hair, she walked the narrow streets with a basket full of fruits and bread. Along the road grew flowering bushes, and the air was filled with the scents of fresh baking and flowers.
- "Lady Marie, you are an angel!" people would say as they received her help. "May God bless you!"
Marie would smile in response, her heart filling with joy at the opportunity to help others. She felt her life had meaning when she saw the grateful smiles on people's faces.
One of her favorite activities was visiting the sick and the elderly. Marie would enter homes where she was met with joy and gratitude. One day, she went to the house of an old fisherman who lived on the outskirts of the village. The house was small but tidy, surrounded by a garden where various herbs and flowers grew.
- "Hello, Uncle John," Marie greeted him, entering the house with a basket. "I brought you some food and medicine."
- "Marie, dear, you are always so kind," the old man replied, smiling. "Thank you for your care."
Marie helped him prepare food, tended the garden, and simply talked with him, listening to his stories of youth. These moments were important to her as they filled her soul with warmth and purpose.
Marie became known in the area not only for her beauty but also for her kindness. People respected and genuinely loved her for her sincerity and willingness to help. She felt her efforts were not in vain, and this gave her the strength to continue.
- "Lady Marie, you truly make the world a better place," a young woman once said, accepting a basket of food from her. "We are all grateful to you for this."
- "I'm just doing what I can," Marie would reply with a smile. "Each of us can help if we want to."
In the evenings, after a long day of helping others, Marie would return home. In her room, lit by the soft light of candles, she spent time reading or embroidering. These moments of peace and solitude allowed her to reflect on the day and plan new good deeds.
She would sit by the window, looking out at the garden, and watch the stars slowly light up the night sky. Marie thought about the people she had helped and felt satisfaction from her work.
- "Mama, today I met so many grateful people," she would tell Emma when she came to wish her goodnight. "It makes me happy."
- "I'm proud of you, dear," Emma would reply, hugging her daughter. "You bring light to this world."
Marie Lorraine's youth was filled not only with external beauty but also with kindness, making her life meaningful and rich. She found her calling in helping others, and each day her efforts brought joy and comfort to those in need. These years shaped her into a person ready for great achievements and new challenges that awaited her.
When Marie turned seventeen, her father, Sir Edward Lorraine, received an invitation to a palace ball. It was a significant event, and he decided to take Marie along so she could witness the splendor of the palace and meet high-ranking people. Marie was excited and a bit nervous, as it would be her first time attending such an important event. For the first time in her life, she was about to immerse herself in a world of wealth and intrigue, a world she had only heard about in her father's stories.
The day of the ball began with preparations. Lady Emma, Marie's mother, helped her choose a dress and style her hair in the early morning. Their small room was filled with sunlight reflecting off an antique mirror with a carved wooden frame, in front of which Marie stood. The air was filled with the scent of freshly cut flowers standing in a vase on the windowsill.
- "You look magnificent, my dear," Emma said, fastening the last curl of Marie's light brown hair. "You will captivate everyone at this ball."
Marie smiled, looking at her reflection. Her dress was simple yet elegant, with delicate lace patterns on the sleeves and hem, which Emma had embroidered herself. Marie's eyes shone with excitement and anticipation. She nervously adjusted the hem of her dress, trying to manage her overwhelming emotions.
- "Mama, I'm so nervous," Marie admitted, gazing into her eyes in the mirror. "What if I do something wrong?"
- "You will be wonderful," Emma reassured her, gently embracing her daughter. "Just be yourself. Your kindness and sincerity will win everyone over."
They set off for the palace in a small carriage. The journey took them through picturesque fields and dense forests, and Marie couldn't take her eyes off the surrounding natural beauty. When they arrived at the palace, her heart pounded harder. Before them stood a majestic building with tall towers and wide marble staircases leading to massive wooden doors adorned with golden designs.
The evening light gave the palace a fairy-tale appearance, and numerous torches and candles illuminated the path to the entrance. Guests in luxurious attire crowded around, their laughter and conversations creating an atmosphere of festivity and joy.
The grand hall of the palace, adorned with gold and silver decorations, gleamed in the light of hundreds of candles reflecting off crystal chandeliers. High ceilings were supported by massive columns adorned with carved ornaments. The walls were covered with tapestries depicting royal exploits and mythical creatures.
Music filled the air with melodious sounds of violins and flutes. Guests, dressed in splendid outfits, swirled in dance, creating a whirlwind of colors and movements. Laughter and chatter were heard everywhere, creating a festive and joyous atmosphere.
Marie, in her simple yet elegant dress, stood out with her natural beauty and modesty. The dress was light blue with delicate lace patterns on the sleeves and hem, giving it a refined look. Waves of her light brown hair flowed freely over her shoulders, shimmering in the light of the numerous candles illuminating the grand hall.
The hall was decorated with incredible luxury: walls covered with tapestries depicting royal feats, a ceiling adorned with frescoes of mythical scenes. Tall vases filled with flowers emitted a sweet fragrance everywhere. Huge chandeliers, encrusted with crystal pendants, lit up the room, creating a magical atmosphere.
Marie stood in a corner of the hall, watching the dancing couples. She enjoyed the sight of swirling dresses, hearing the clear laughter and lively conversations. Her attention was caught by the melodious music coming from the orchestra in the corner of the hall. The sounds of violins and flutes created an enchanting backdrop for this luxurious evening.
Suddenly, a young man approached her. His tall, strong frame and piercing eyes immediately drew her attention. He was dressed in a dark blue suit with golden embellishments, highlighting his status and dignity.
- "Good evening, my lady," he said, bowing slightly. "May I introduce myself? I am Harald Saron."
Marie blushed slightly, feeling her heart start to beat faster. His voice was deep and confident, and his gaze was warm and penetrating. He looked at her as if trying to peer into her very soul.
- "Good evening, Lord Harald," Marie replied, trying to hide her nervousness. "My name is Marie Lorraine."
Harald smiled, his eyes sparkling with interest and kindness.
- "May I have this dance?" he asked, extending his hand.
Marie hesitated for only a moment, feeling the warmth of his hand. She accepted his invitation, and they moved towards the dancing couples. A new melody began to play, and they started to dance. Their movements were light and graceful as if they had always danced together.
The ballroom spun around them, but for Marie and Harald, there were only the two of them. The floor creaked under their steps, and the music seemed to grow louder, emphasizing the importance of the moment. Marie felt her heart beat in time with the music as Harald led her in the dance. His hands were strong and confident, and his eyes never left her face.
- "You dance beautifully, Lady Marie," Harald said, leaning slightly towards her ear, his breath brushing her cheek like a gentle breeze.
- "Thank you, Lord Harald," she replied, feeling her cheeks start to blush. "You do too."
They continued to dance, and Marie felt as if time had stopped. The music played on, but they seemed to be in their world. At that moment, when their hands touched, she realized that this evening would change her life forever.
After the dance, Harald suggested they step out onto the balcony for some fresh air. They walked through a tall arched passage and found themselves on a spacious balcony overlooking the moonlit garden, illuminated by the stars. The soft moonlight bathed the balcony in silver shadows, and a cool breeze played with the strands of her hair, filling the air with the scent of flowers and freshness.
- "That was a wonderful dance," Harald said, looking at her with a smile. "I'm glad to have met you, Lady Marie."
- "I am too, Lord Harald," she replied, gazing at the stars, her heart filled with joy and tranquility. "This evening is truly special."
They stood side by side, enjoying the silence and beauty of the night. Harald spoke about his life, his dreams, and his plans. Marie listened with interest, feeling that they were connected by an invisible thread.
- "Marie, I hope this is not our last meeting," Harald said, looking into her eyes, his gaze serious and sincere.
- "I hope so too, Harald," she replied, feeling both excitement and joy.
When they returned to the hall, the ball was nearing its end. Guests were starting to leave, and Harald knew this evening would remain in his memory forever. He couldn't let Marie go without a promise to meet again.
- "Lady Marie," he began, holding her hand, his touch warm and confident. "I hope this is not our last meeting. May I visit you and your father?"
- "I would be delighted to see you, Lord Harald," she replied with a warm smile. "My father will also be pleased to meet you."
They exchanged farewells, and Harald watched as Marie disappeared into the crowd, her figure lost among the grand gowns and elegant suits. He felt that this encounter had changed his life. A new feeling had taken root in his heart, one he wished to nurture and protect. Marie Lorraine had become the light he aspired to, and he was ready to do everything to keep that light from fading.
The first meeting between Marie and Harald at the palace ball was filled with magic and romance. The atmosphere of luxury and grandeur, the dance to the sound of violins and flutes, the walk on the balcony under the starry sky—all these created unforgettable moments that bound their destinies together. This evening marked the beginning of a great love that would endure many trials and bring happiness to both.
After the ball, Harald couldn't forget Marie. Her light brown hair, dark orange eyes, and sincere smile constantly appeared in his mind. He decided that he had to see her again and began visiting the Lorraine estate frequently. Each morning, as the sun rose above the horizon, Harald mounted his horse and rode toward Marie's home.
The Lorraine estate, surrounded by green fields and forests, was a floral paradise. Tall trees formed a natural fence around the garden, where roses, lilies, and lavender grew. The house, made of light stone with wooden beams, looked cozy and inviting. Every time Harald approached the house, he felt a mix of excitement and joy.
Marie often met him at the gate, her face glowing with happiness at the sight of Harald. He brought her bouquets of wildflowers and small gifts: beautiful stones found on the riverbank or wooden figurines he had carved himself.
- "For you, Marie," he would say, handing her a gift. "I hope you like it."
- "Thank you, Harald," she would reply, accepting the gift with gratitude. "You are always so thoughtful."
They spent a lot of time together, walking through the fields and forests, often venturing to the hilly areas. The spring air was filled with the scent of blooming trees and fresh grass, and the birds' songs made it feel as if the whole world was smiling at them. Harald and Marie often walked along the riverbank, where they could enjoy seclusion and conversation.
- "Marie, you are amazing," he told her one day as they sat by the river. "I have never met such a kind and intelligent girl."
- "Harald, I feel the same," she replied, looking into his eyes. "You make my life brighter."
They sat on the soft grass, listening to the murmur of the water and enjoying the moment. Harald talked about his plans and dreams, about how he wanted to serve the kingdom and help people. Marie shared her thoughts on helping those in need and her dreams of making the world a better place.
Their feelings grew stronger every day. Harald saw in Marie not only a beautiful girl but also a loyal friend and wise advisor. He understood that he had found the one he wanted to spend his life with. Marie, in turn, felt that with Harald she could be herself, that he valued her for who she was.
One day, while walking through the forest, Harald stopped and took Marie's hands. His eyes shone with seriousness and tenderness.
- "Marie, I can't imagine my life without you," he said quietly. "You have become a part of my heart."
Marie looked at him, feeling her heart fill with warmth and joy.
- "I feel the same, Harald," she whispered. "You have made my life complete and happy."
Every day they spent together strengthened their bond and love. Harald and Marie shared their dreams and plans, supported each other in difficult moments, and rejoiced in every new day. Their relationship became a strong union based on mutual respect, trust, and love. Together, they were ready to face any challenges, knowing that their love would help them overcome everything.
One evening, after an official reception, Harald and Marie stayed on the palace balcony to admire the starry sky. The balcony was spacious, adorned with carved stone railings and entwined with climbing roses that emitted a delicate, gentle fragrance. The night air was cool and fresh, and the sounds of crickets added to the atmosphere of peace and seclusion.
The sparkling sky was filled with stars, and the moon brightly illuminated their faces. The soft light created a silvery glow around them, adding magic and romance to the moment. Harald removed his cloak and draped it over Marie's shoulders to protect her from the chill.
They stood side by side, looking at the endless sky, and the silence between them was filled with mutual understanding and warmth. Harald was the first to break the silence.
- "The stars are especially bright tonight," he said, looking up. "It feels as if the whole world is pausing in this moment."
Marie nodded, her eyes reflecting the starlight.
- "Yes, it's beautiful," she replied softly, turning to him. "Moments like these remind us of how wonderful our world is."
Harald and Marie talked for a long time about life, dreams, and plans. They shared their innermost thoughts and hopes, like long-time friends who had finally found each other.
- "You are different from other courtiers, Harald," Marie said, looking at him with interest. "There is something genuine about you, not hidden behind a mask."
Harald smiled slightly, his eyes meeting hers.
- "And you, Marie, are unlike other ladies," he replied, continuing to look at her. "You are sincere and kind. That is a rare quality at court."
Marie felt her heart begin to beat faster. She knew that Harald spoke the truth. Her kindness and sincerity often set her apart from other court ladies, and she was glad he had noticed.
- "I have always tried to be myself," she said, blushing slightly. "But it's not always easy."
- "That is what makes you so special," Harald said softly, stepping closer. "Your sincerity and kindness are what drew me to you from the start."
That evening marked the beginning of their close relationship. Harald admired Marie's wisdom and kindness, her ability to see the good in people, and her desire to help everyone in need. He felt that with her he could be himself, that she understood him like no one else.
- "You know, Marie," he said, looking at the stars. "When I first saw you at the ball, I immediately knew you were special. There is something about you that changes everything around."
Hearing his words, Marie felt her heart fill with warmth.
- "Harald," she began, looking into his eyes. "I feel the same way. You make my life brighter and happier. With you, I can be myself."
Harald gently took her hand, his touch warm and confident.
- "Marie, I want you to know that I will always be by your side, supporting and protecting you," he said quietly. "You have become the most important part of my life."
Marie smiled, her eyes shining with joy and happiness.
- "And I will be by your side, Harald," she replied, feeling an unbreakable bond growing between them. "Together, we can overcome anything."
Harald spent a long time thinking about how to propose to his beloved Marie. He knew that this moment had to be special, something she would remember for the rest of her life. After much deliberation, he decided to organize a picnic on a picturesque hill that overlooked their homeland. This hill was special to both of them—they often met there, walked, and talked about their dreams.
Several days before the planned event, Harald began his preparations. He ordered an exquisite ring with an emerald from a local jeweler, which would symbolize their love. He also asked the cook to prepare gourmet dishes and to pack a basket with the finest wines, fruits, and sweets.
The day Harald had long awaited finally arrived. The morning was sunny and warm, with a gentle breeze caressing the skin. Harald dressed in his finest clothes: a dark velvet doublet, a white shirt, and leather boots. He took the prepared picnic basket and the ring, carefully hidden in his pocket.
Marie, unaware of Harald's intentions, accepted his invitation for a walk. She wore a light pastel-colored dress that accentuated her light brown hair and dark orange eyes. Harald met her at the gate of their home, and together they set off for the hill.
Walking along the path, they enjoyed the beauty of nature and each other's company. Birds sang their morning songs, and bright spring flowers bloomed all around. Harald tried to hide his nervousness, joking and telling stories to create a light and relaxed atmosphere.
- "You know, this hill has always been special to me," he said, smiling. "We've spent so many wonderful moments here together."
- "Yes, this place is truly special," Marie agreed, looking at the surrounding beauty. "I always feel peaceful and happy here."
When they reached the top of the hill, Harald spread a blanket on the soft grass and began to unpack the food from the basket. Marie helped him, smiling and enjoying the moment. They settled on the blanket and began their picnic, laughing and discussing their day.
After they had eaten, Harald suggested a walk around the hill. They got up and followed a path that led to a spot with a breathtaking view of the valley. The sun was already setting, painting the sky in warm shades of pink and orange.
When they stopped at the edge, admiring the sunset, Harald felt that the moment had come. He took Marie's hand and looked into her eyes, his heart beating faster than usual.
- "Marie," he began, his voice full of emotion. "Since I met you, my life has changed. You have brought light and joy into it. Every moment spent with you is the most precious to me."
Marie, sensing his excitement, looked at him attentively, her eyes shining with love and curiosity.
- "You are more to me than just love," Harald continued. "You are my support, my friend, my soul. I cannot imagine my life without you."
He knelt on one knee, took a small velvet box out of his pocket, and opened it. Inside sparkled a ring with an emerald, reflecting the last rays of the setting sun.
- "Marie," he said, looking into her eyes. "Will you marry me?"
Marie, overwhelmed and deeply moved, covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes filling with tears of joy. She nodded, unable to contain her emotions.
- "Yes, Harald," she whispered. "Yes, I will marry you!"
Harald stood up, slipped the ring onto her finger, and they embraced, their hearts beating in unison. The sun slowly set behind the horizon, bathing their silhouettes in golden light. It was a moment they both remembered for the rest of their lives—the moment their destinies intertwined forever.
After Harald proposed and Marie accepted, they spent a bit more time on the hill, savoring the moment. The sun had already set, and the first stars began to light up the sky. Harald, taking Marie's hand, offered to escort her home.
- "Let me walk you home," he said, smiling. "It's getting dark, and I want you to be safe."
Marie, holding Harald's hand, nodded, her face glowing with joy and happiness.
- "I'd like that," she replied, leaning against him.
They started down the hill, hand in hand. A light breeze played with their hair, and the sounds of the night forest accompanied them on their way. Harald carefully supported Marie as they walked along the path, ensuring she didn't stumble over rocks or tree roots.
When they reached the gates of the estate where Marie lived with her family, Harald stopped and looked into her eyes.
- "This was an amazing day," he said, smiling gently. "I am so happy you agreed to be my wife."
Marie, feeling the warmth and love in his words, smiled back.
- "I'm happy too, Harald," she said, her voice full of sincerity. "This day has been the happiest of my life."
They embraced, and Harald kissed Marie goodbye.
- "Until we meet again," he said, letting her go. "I'll come to see you soon."
Marie nodded and, waving goodbye, entered the gates of the estate. Harald stood for a few more moments, watching her disappear behind the door, and then, with a light heart and joyful thoughts, he headed home.
Marie, filled with happiness and excitement, rushed into the house and immediately ran to the living room. The home, brimming with coziness and warmth, greeted her with the soft sounds of the crackling fire in the fireplace and the aromas of homemade baking.
- "Mama! Papa!" she called out loudly, her voice ringing with joy. "Come here, I have something to tell you!"
Her mother, Emma Lorraine, and her father, Sir Edward Lorraine, heard her call and hurried to the living room. Emma, with a gentle smile on her face, was the first to enter the room.
- "Marie, dear, what happened?" she asked, noticing the radiant look on her daughter's face.
Sir Edward followed her, his stern face softening at the sight of the joyful Marie.
- "What news do you have?" he asked, smiling.
Marie, unable to contain her happiness, raised her hand to show them the emerald ring Harald had given her.
- "Harald proposed to me!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with emotion. "And I said yes!"
Emma gasped and moved closer to see the ring.
- "Oh, Marie, that's wonderful!" she said, embracing her daughter. "I'm so happy for you!"
Sir Edward, with pride and warmth in his eyes, approached Marie and placed a hand on her shoulder.
- "Harald is a worthy man," he said, his voice full of respect. "I'm glad he chose you, and that you accepted. This is great news."
Feeling the support and love of her parents, Marie hugged them both.
- "Thank you," she said, her eyes sparkling with tears of happiness. "I'm so happy to share this with you."
Emma, wasting no time, started preparing something special to celebrate the occasion. She brought out her best dishes and began cooking a festive dinner. Edward went to the cellar to fetch a bottle of their finest wine.
- "We must celebrate this moment," Emma said, setting the table. "This occasion deserves the best."
Soon, the table was laden with exquisite dishes, and the fire in the fireplace created a cozy and festive atmosphere. They sat down to eat, discussing the upcoming wedding and sharing in the joy. Marie recounted how Harald had proposed to her and how she had felt at that moment.
The evening became unforgettable for Marie and her family. Their home was filled with laughter, joy, and love. At that moment, they were happy, and nothing could dim their happiness. Harald's proposal marked the beginning of a new chapter in Marie's life, full of hope and bright expectations.
After Harald escorted Marie to her estate and they said their goodbyes, he headed home. The night was quiet and starry, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves, creating a whisper. Harald, having saddled his horse, rode down the moonlit path, his heart overflowing with joy and excitement.
Along the way, he thought about how he would tell his parents that Marie had agreed to marry him. His face glowed with happiness, and each step was light and joyous.
Harald's home, large and cozy, was bathed in a soft glow. The big windows were adorned with curtains, and a fire crackled in the fireplace, creating a warm atmosphere. When Harald opened the door and stepped inside, he was greeted by the familiar scent of fresh baking and the warmth of home.
He took off his cloak and boots, trying not to make too much noise, even though his heart was pounding so loudly it seemed the whole house should hear it. Harald knew his parents, Richard and Elizabeth Saron, were still awake, and he headed to the living room where they usually spent their evenings.
- "Mama, Papa!" he called out, his voice filled with excitement and joy. "Come here, I have news for you!"
Richard and Elizabeth, hearing their son's voice, looked up. They were sitting by the fireplace, discussing the events of the day. Elizabeth, with a gentle smile on her face, was the first to rise.
- "Harald, dear, what happened?" she asked, noticing the glowing expression on her son's face.
Richard, with a serious but curious look, also stood up and approached Harald.
- "What news do you bring, son?" he asked, looking at Harald with interest.
Harald, unable to contain his joy, smiled and pulled a small velvet box from his pocket, where the ring had once been. He opened it, showing the empty spot inside.
- "Today, I proposed to Marie," he said, his voice trembling with excitement. "And she agreed to marry me!"
Elizabeth, seeing the sparkle in her son's eyes and hearing his words, gasped with joy and rushed to embrace him.
- "Oh, Harald, that's wonderful!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with tears of happiness. "I'm so happy for both of you!"
Richard, with pride and warmth in his eyes, approached Harald and hugged him tightly.
- "Harald, you made the right choice," he said, his voice full of respect and pride. "Marie is an exceptional girl. I'm glad you two will be together."
- "Thank you, Father! Mother! I'm so happy!" Harald replied, barely holding back tears.
Elizabeth, wasting no time, called the servants to prepare something special for the celebration. She requested fresh fruits, the finest cheeses, and the cook's signature pie that Harald and Richard always loved to enjoy after a good dinner. Richard went to the cellar to fetch a bottle of their best wine, which they had been saving for a special occasion.
- "We must celebrate this event," Richard said, returning with the bottle of wine. "This is a great day for our family."
Soon, the table in the living room was laden with delicious food and drinks. They sat down, discussing plans and sharing in the joy. Harald recounted how he had proposed and how Marie had responded.
- "It was a magical moment," Harald said, his eyes glowing with happiness. "I will never forget her answer and her smile."
Elizabeth, smiling, listened to her son and imagined what the wedding would look like.
- "I'm sure your wedding will be splendid," she said, pouring wine into the glasses. "We will make sure this day is special."
After the joyful dinner, filled with discussions and plans for the future, Richard felt the need to take another important step. He excused himself from the family and went to his study for a while. Richard's study was spacious and cozy, with shelves lined with books and a large desk illuminated by the soft light of a lamp.
Richard sat at the desk and took a fresh sheet of parchment, an inkwell, and a quill from the drawer. He knew the letter had to be special, as it would be the first official step in uniting the two families. He paused for a moment, choosing the right words to convey his congratulations and joy for the upcoming wedding.
Richard took the quill in hand, dipped it in ink, and began to write:
•••
"Dear Sir Edward and Lady Emma Lorraine,
It is with great pleasure and joy that I write to congratulate you on the wonderful news. Today, my son, Harald Saron, proposed to your daughter Marie, and she gladly accepted. This event has filled our hearts with happiness and hope for a bright future.
Your daughter is an extraordinary girl, and we are delighted that she will become part of our family. Harald and Marie have long found kindred spirits in each other, and their union will be a strong foundation for the unification of our families.
With your permission, we would like to visit your estate in three days to celebrate this wonderful event together and discuss further plans for the wedding. This day will mark the beginning of a new chapter in the lives of our children and the lives of our families.
We look forward to meeting you.
With best wishes,
Richard Saron"
•••
Richard carefully reviewed the letter to ensure it conveyed all his joy and respect. Then he sealed it in an envelope and placed his seal on it.
Returning to the living room, Richard informed his family that he had written a letter.
- "I have written a congratulatory letter to the Lorraines," he said, his face glowing with satisfaction. "In three days, we will head to their estate to celebrate this event together and discuss further plans for the wedding."
Elizabeth smiled, her eyes sparkling with joy.
- "That's wonderful, Richard," she said. "I'm so happy that our families will soon be united."
Harald, hearing his father's words, felt a wave of joy and anticipation.
- "I'm so happy that we will soon celebrate this event together," he said. "I'm sure this day will be special for all of us."
Morning at the Lorraine estate was peaceful and sunny. Edward and Emma Lorraine, as usual, began their day with breakfast in the spacious dining room, bathed in sunlight. Outside the windows, flowers were blooming, and the garden was filled with birdsong. Their daughter, Marie, joined them, her face glowing with happiness after Harald's proposal.
- "How are you today, dear?" Emma asked, pouring tea for her daughter.
- "I feel wonderful, Mama," Marie replied, smiling. "This day couldn't be better."
At that moment, there was a knock on the door, and the butler entered the room, holding a letter.
- "Lord Edward, a letter has arrived," said the servant, handing the letter to his master.
Edward took the letter and, seeing the Saron family seal, his face lit up with curiosity.
- "It's from Richard Saron," he said, opening the envelope. "I wonder what he writes."
Emma and Marie watched Edward with interest, waiting to hear the contents of the letter.
Edward unfolded the parchment and began to read aloud:
•••
Dear Sir Edward and Lady Emma Lorraine,
It is with great pleasure and joy that I write to congratulate you on the wonderful news. Today, my son, Harald Saron, proposed to your daughter Marie, and she gladly accepted. This event has filled our hearts with happiness and hope for a bright future.
Your daughter is an extraordinary girl, and we are delighted that she will become part of our family. Harald and Marie have long found kindred spirits in each other, and their union will be a strong foundation for the unification of our families.
With your permission, we would like to visit your estate in three days to celebrate this wonderful event together and discuss further plans for the wedding. This day will mark the beginning of a new chapter in the lives of our children and our families.
We look forward to meeting you.
With best wishes,
Richard Saron
•••
When Edward finished reading the letter, his face shone with joy.
- "This is wonderful!" he exclaimed, smiling. "We will soon meet the Sarons and celebrate this event."
Emma, smiling, turned to Marie.
- "I'm so glad Harald and his family decided to visit us so soon!" she said. "This will be a magnificent wedding."
Marie, glowing with happiness, nodded.
- "I'm so happy, Mama," she said. "I can't wait to see Harald again."
Edward stood and walked to the window, looking at the beautiful view of the garden.
- "We need to respond to the letter and confirm our visit," he said, turning to his family. "We must show our guests that they are always welcome in our home."
Edward returned to his desk and took a quill and a clean sheet of parchment. Dipping the quill in ink, he began to write:
•••
Dear Richard Saron and Lady Elizabeth,
We received your letter with great joy and congratulate Harald and Marie on their engagement. This is indeed a happy event, and we eagerly look forward to celebrating it with you.
We would be delighted to welcome you to our estate in three days. This day will be an important step toward the unification of our families, and we want to make it special.
We look forward to meeting you.
Sincerely,
Edward Lorraine
•••
Finishing the letter, Edward sealed it and handed it to the butler.
- "Send this letter as soon as possible," he said. "We need to inform the Sarons that we are expecting them on the appointed day."
Emma began planning what needed to be done to prepare the estate for the Sarons' visit.
- "We need to prepare the finest dishes and drinks," she said thoughtfully. "And I want the house to be adorned with flowers."
Edward nodded in agreement.
- "I will ask the servants and the butler to put everything in order and prepare the guest rooms," he said. "We must show our guests that they are always welcome in our home."
Marie, feeling a wave of excitement, hugged her mother.
- "Thank you for everything," she said, her eyes sparkling with joy. "I'm so happy to have such wonderful parents."
The next three days at the Lorraine estate were filled with hustle and preparation. Servants decorated the house with flowers, hung tapestries, and arranged candles. The kitchen was filled with the aromas of freshly prepared dishes and baking. Emma personally oversaw each stage of the preparations to ensure everything was perfect.
- "I want this day to be unforgettable," she told the servants. "Make sure all the dishes are prepared perfectly."
Edward checked the condition of the guest rooms to ensure they were ready to receive guests.
- "We must show the Sarons that we value their visit," he said, addressing Marie. "This day will be important for our families."
Marie, feeling a wave of excitement, hugged her mother.
- "Thank you for everything," she said, her eyes shining with joy. "I'm so happy to have such wonderful parents."
The next three days at the Lorraine estate were filled with activity and preparation. The servants decorated the house with flowers, hung tapestries, and arranged candles. The kitchen was filled with the aromas of freshly prepared dishes and baking. Emma personally oversaw each stage of the preparations to ensure everything was perfect.
- "I want this day to be unforgettable," she told the servants. "Make sure all the dishes are prepared perfectly."
Edward checked the condition of the guest rooms to ensure they were ready to receive guests.
- "We must show the Sarons that we value their visit," he said to Marie. "This day will be important for our families."
Three Days Later:
Morning at the Saron estate began early. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the spacious rooms and creating a cozy atmosphere. Richard and Elizabeth Saron awoke with the first light of dawn, knowing they had an important day ahead. Today, they were preparing to travel to the Lorraine estate to discuss their children's upcoming wedding.
Elizabeth was the first to start getting ready, opening the large wardrobe in her bedroom. She selected her best dresses, inspecting each one for any imperfections. The room was quiet, the only sound being the rustle of fabrics.
- "This dress will be perfect for such an occasion," she said, pulling out an elegant silk gown adorned with delicate embroidery. "It looks suitably festive."
Richard, watching his wife, smiled.
- "You always look splendid, my dear," he said, donning his finest doublet. "We must present our family in the best possible light."
While Elizabeth and Richard chose their outfits, the maids and butler prepared the carriage. In the morning sun, the carriage, adorned with the Saron family crest, gleamed with fresh paint. The servants washed and polished it meticulously to ensure it looked impeccable. The horses, decked out in new harnesses, stood tethered at the gate, ready for the long journey.
- "Make sure everything is ready for departure," Richard said to the head butler, inspecting the carriage. "We cannot afford any delays."
- "Everything will be ready, my lord," the butler replied, bowing to Richard.
Elizabeth, dressed in her elegant gown, joined Richard and Harald in the living room. Harald was already dressed in his best suit, his face beaming with excitement and joy. He stood by the window, watching the preparations outside.
- "Is everything ready?" Elizabeth asked, adjusting her son's collar. "We need to be ready to leave."
- "Almost, Mama," Harald replied, smiling. "I can't wait for this meeting."
- "We are all looking forward to it," Richard said, approaching his son and placing a hand on his shoulder. "This is an important day for our family."
Elizabeth decided that such an important event called for gifts. She went to the library, where the family's heirlooms and valuables were kept. Opening one of the cabinets, she retrieved a beautiful box containing exquisite jewelry and precious items.
- "These should please Emma and Marie," she said, showing the jewelry to Richard. "We need to express our respect and gratitude."
- "An excellent choice," Richard agreed, looking at the jewelry. "They will appreciate it."
Soon, all the preparations were complete. The servants loaded the carriage with gifts and necessary items for the journey. Elizabeth checked once more to ensure everything was in place, and they were ready to depart.
- "Everything is ready, my lord," the head butler reported, approaching Richard. "The carriage is waiting at the gate."
- "Excellent," Richard replied, addressing his family. "It's time to go."
The Saron family stepped out of the house and headed to the carriage. The horses shifted impatiently, ready for the journey. The servants helped Elizabeth and Harald into the carriage, followed by Richard.
The carriage slowly rolled down the path leading from the estate. The sun rose higher, lighting the road, and the Saron family set off to meet the Lorraines and discuss the upcoming wedding. Their hearts were filled with joy and hope for the future, knowing this day would mark the beginning of a new chapter in their lives.
The day had arrived for the Saron family to visit the Lorraine estate. The evening was clear and cool, the air filled with freshness. Edward, Emma, and Marie dressed in their finest attire and gathered at the estate gates, awaiting their guests' arrival.
- "Are we ready?" Edward asked, looking at his family with pride.
- "Ready," Emma replied with a smile. "Let's welcome our guests with warmth and joy."
As the Sarons' carriage approached the Lorraine estate gates, Edward, Emma, and Marie stood at the entrance, smiling and greeting the guests. Richard, Elizabeth, and Harald stepped out of the carriage, their faces beaming with joy.
- "Welcome, friends," Edward said, extending his hand to Richard. "We are delighted to have you in our home."
- "And we are delighted to be here," Richard replied, shaking Edward's hand firmly.
Everyone gathered in the grand hall, adorned with flowers and garlands. The table was laden with exquisite dishes and drinks. The entire day was filled with laughter, joy, and discussions about the upcoming wedding. The families shared their plans and dreams, rejoicing in the future union.
- "We are so happy our children found each other," Emma said, looking at Marie and Harald. "This will be a grand wedding."
- "Indeed," Elizabeth agreed. "We will do everything to make this day the most special in their lives."
The magnificent hall of the Lorraine estate was illuminated by the soft light of candles, reflected in crystal glasses and silverware. The servants brought out dishes and drinks, creating an atmosphere of luxury and coziness. Guests were served the finest wines, cheeses, meats, and fruits, all prepared with great care.
Once everyone was seated at the table, Edward stood and raised his glass, drawing the guests' attention.
- "Friends," he began, his voice filled with solemnity. "Today, we are gathered here to celebrate the engagement of our children, Harald and Marie. This day is a symbol of a new beginning and the union of our families. May their bond be strong and happy. To Harald and Marie!"
- "To Harald and Marie!" the guests echoed, raising their glasses.
Richard stood next, holding his glass in hand.
- "I would like to add that this is also a great celebration for our family," he said. "We are thrilled that Marie will become part of our family. She is a wonderful girl, and I am confident that her union with Harald will bring happiness and joy to both our families. To our families and the future of Harald and Marie!"
- "To our families and the future of Harald and Marie!" the guests repeated, clinking their glasses.
Emma and Elizabeth, sitting next to each other, began discussing the upcoming wedding, sharing their thoughts and plans.
- "I am so glad our children found each other," Emma said, smiling. "Marie always dreamed of such a beautiful event."
- "I am very glad too," Elizabeth replied. "We have already started discussing the wedding details with Richard. I am sure it will be a magnificent celebration."
- "We need to discuss which flowers to use for the decorations," Emma continued. "I think roses and lilies would be perfect."
- "Excellent choice," Elizabeth agreed. "And we also need to decide on Marie's dress. We have a few family heirlooms that might be suitable."
- "That would be wonderful," Emma said, her eyes shining with joy. "We will make sure this day is unforgettable for them."
After the celebration and numerous toasts, Harald and Marie decided to take a walk in the garden to spend some time alone. The garden was bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, giving it a magical atmosphere. They walked slowly along the gravel path, holding hands.
- "This was a wonderful evening," Marie said, looking at Harald. "I am so happy that our families finally met and discussed our wedding."
- "Yes, it was splendid," Harald replied, gently squeezing her hand. "I can hardly believe this is all happening. You are my dream come true."
They stopped under a large old tree, where the moonlight particularly illuminated their faces.
- "You know, when I proposed to you, I thought it was the happiest moment of my life," Harald said, looking into her eyes. "But each day with you makes me even happier."
Marie smiled, her eyes sparkling with joy.
- "I feel the same way," she said, blushing slightly. "You have made me the happiest woman in the world. I am so glad we will be together."
They stood there, enjoying the silence and the beauty of the night. A gentle breeze stirred their hair, and in the distance, the soft sounds of the evening garden could be heard.
- "We will be happy," Harald said, holding her close. "I promise to do everything I can to make sure you always smile."
- "I believe you," Marie replied, hugging him. "I am so happy that we will have our own family and home."
They stood like that, savoring the moment, their hearts beating in unison. The moonlight illuminated their faces, making the moment even more magical. It was an evening they would remember for the rest of their lives, an evening when their dreams became reality and their future together began to take shape.
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