a mother at the palace of versailles

The pains are only told to yourself ...

You ask why ?

It has brewed like a tea in the heart

Knots from the scalding to your throat

If you sigh and move your mouth every breath

If you don't say it's a narrow tree of moral judgment

Happiness is not explained but lived.

There is no time to lose by telling

Flying around like a butterfly

Maybe you can fit a whole life into one day

And everything ends again

Like the life of a butterfly

Pain is spoken, not flapping wings

Amanda got up from the bed where she was curled with pain in her heart and leaned her forehead to the window. it was again a mystery.

Karl and Anna had disappeared like a secret and still nobody had any news.

"Six months" he said

"How come nobody can find a trace or a clue, they didn't evaporate and disappear"

Trying to swallow a lump up to his throat, he ran down his eyes and away the tears from his cheeks with his fingers.

He had to look at the road preparations, they would set out tomorrow for the trip to Constantinople, which they planned after the engagement of Jane and Ian.Although he seems to have shelved everything in order not to leave the girl, whom he called a friend, alone in these happy days, a glimmer of hope began to appear in his heart. It had begun after a word from the iron duke.

To him at the iron duke's engagement celebrations

Didn't he say “My lady's longing will end.” So there was hope and it was too early to say everything was over.