3″I stand up when the royal assistant opens the carriage door, carefully stepping out of the carriage and into the cobblestone road. I look before me, observing a rather small cottage with smoke puffing out of a small chimney. A woman is laughing and giggling with younger children in the grass yard of the property, making flower crowns for the kids. That must be my future wife. I step forward, clearing my throat. Good Lady, where is your father?
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