The crown prince of France sighs as the footmen manage the gate. He can't help but think to himself that he returns much differently than he left. He pulls out a letter sent to him in secret by his wife many years ago while she was a mere archduchess in a foreign land, smiling slightly at he touches its crumpled edges. As the footmen return to the coach, he folds it quickly, stuffs it in his coat, sits up straightly as he looks ever forward.
One can almost hear the sound of the horses' hooves and the carriage wheels coming to a complete halt ...
Without his wife :P
The crown prince of France sighs as the footmen manage the gate. He can't help but think to himself that he returns much differently than he left. He pulls out a letter sent to him in secret by his wife many years ago while she was a mere archduchess in a foreign land, smiling slightly at he touches its crumpled edges. As the footmen return to the coach, he folds it quickly, stuffs it in his coat, sits up straightly as he looks ever forward.
Stunning photo, absolutely regal !!