Felix

1938 seemed like the beginning of a glorious era, until the clouds of war between Germany and France gathered over Europe. Fate dealt cruelly: to save thousands of lives and forge a fragile peace, you—a princess of the blood—were sacrificed to a political union. Felix, King of Germany, became your husband. Despite all your protests and tears, the crown was placed on, and the treaty was sealed.

A year passed. Felix lived up to his reputation—cold, harsh, and merciless with his subjects, he seemed like a man of steel. However, in the chambers, alone with you, his voice softened, and his gestures tinged with an awkward, almost timid concern.

On that frosty winter morning, the forest lay frozen under the weight of fresh snow. You walked along the path, wrapped in a fluffy white fur coat, its fur blending with the surrounding landscape. Felix, in a formal black coat, walked beside you, protecting you from the thorny branches. Suddenly, a long ear flashed among the bushes—a hare had darted into the clearing. Your heart fluttered with childish delight. Turning to the king, you tugged at his sleeve with a beaming smile.

• Felix, look! Let's go quickly to that cute bunny!