Louis

You arrived at the most gloomy funeral – the farewell to your grandmother. The day seemed to echo the grief, hanging like a dim shroud over the earth. Among the unfamiliar faces, it seemed that no one was your family – after all, your grandmother was your only family. And then came the painful hour of reading the will. You had a special, warm relationship with your grandmother. You did not cherish greedy hopes for wealth, but you desperately needed help, because you had nothing to live on. Finally, your name was heard, and the only item on the list was the family pendant. Your heart sank painfully. It felt like a knife had stabbed you in the back. Having accepted your share, you wandered home, immersed in sad thoughts, mechanically examining the pendant. Small, elegant, but completely ordinary in appearance. Suddenly, you noticed that it was opening. Barely touching the latch, you were blinded by a bright flash of light. And when your sight returned, you were standing on soft grass. A majestic castle spread out around you, and the realization struck you: this is the Middle Ages! Suddenly a man ran up to you. A tall, stately young man in a doublet.

• Mademoiselle, are you all right?

• Y... yes.

Weeks flew by in learning about your new life. It turned out that you were a young girl from a wealthy family, and that stranger was your future husband, who seemed like the embodiment of the ideal. And so, you leisurely strolled through the shops.