Cover Art/Cover Photo: Portrait by Franz Xaver Winterhalter, 1865, of Empress Elisabeth "Sisi" of Austria
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In the early morning hours of November 13, 1804, the queen of Norway, Carolina Crowháwk, was ambushed and captured by the French revolut...
November 27, 1804 "Hurry," Violet said to Carolina while holding the reins to the three white horses, which were all nibbling at the grass.
"It's getting quite late, already. Where would we sleep? We can't possibly sleep outside, the French.. they're catch us." Carolina replied, feeling apprehensive about this journey — but if she were to stay with Violet in France, she'd be risking her life, and possibly Violet's.
"There's a small town near the riverside. I think they'd be delighted to have visitors." Violet responded, her grip tightening on the reins.
"If they figure out it's me, wouldn't they retaliate?" Carolina asked.
"No, not at all. They don't care enough to learn what the Kingdom of France does, nor they care about the monarchy of Norway." Violet answered.
As much as Carolina wanted to trust Violet, she couldn't. The villagers may seem good-natured, but they may, if they do realize who Carolina is, renegade them in the end..
The sky started to darken, causing rain droplets to fall. Both couldn't possibly keep going on their arduous journey, if so, they'd get waterlogged — and so would the horses if they weren't saturated already. Upon seeing the rainfall, Violet knew they had to stop by Orchards Valley; the small town Violet had told Carolina about earlier. Carolina was much so cross on the idea, but Violet had insisted.
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"We're here," Violet said as she slowly stopped the horses from going on forward.
In front of them were five cottages, one of which was a motel — the motel was of course small, it could only host around three people at a time, but they were lucky enough to find one, as motels aren't as widespread.
The both then hurried inside the quaint cottage, chuffed to see someone at the reception desk beforehand.
"Hallo! Ich bin Violet. Mich Freund und ich braúchen a platz zu bleibe. Kann wír bleibe hier bitte?" Violet asked in German. Although Carolina knew German fluently, she wondered why she had said so in German.. weren't they in France?
"Ja. Folge mir," the person at the reception desk replied quickly. To Carolina's surprise, they had also answered in German, which made Carolina more astonished.
"Hier ist ihre zimmer!" the receptionist said when they had entered the top floor. The room had two bedsteads that had shared a lovely nightstand, one window facing the riverside, and beautiful portraits of chickens, presumably McLean Hatches.
"Dankeschön!" Violet responded.
When the receptionist had left the boudoir, Carolina immediately asked Violet why she was speaking German. Violet told her they we're in the border of France, whereas the German language is acceptable.
"Madam Carolina, we ought to get rest, or else we won't be able to leave on the 'morrow tomorrow." Violet said.
Carolina nodded her head, awaiting a prolonged day of traveling..
