Then one day, only this man, gets lucky. But not lucky because he gambles or does it on purpose. Here, there is much reflection one can do, how does it happen, a little luck?
One day, this man, comes across a story. Unsuspecting, smiling and only dreaming of beauty, the story finds him. And then the story falls at his feet. This most beautiful princess, the most womanly woman ever invented accompanies her king to battle. Self-assured, handsome, confident, brave and rich the king was. He couldn’t lose his kingdom nor his queen. But only that he did. Outbraved and outwitted our king was killed, dead. In the lush battle tent on the hill, the queen receives the news. Tragedy as it was enfolding was met by the queen with the strength that only the most beautiful woman in the world can muster. She didn’t have a heart of ice. However, the queen was very intelligent too, she had to think, compellingly so. Not being able to stop pondering as to what she should do now, alone in her tent, she waited and thought, reflected, weighed, and considered as much as she could. Someone enters the tent. The victorious general who defeated her king stands in front of her. He looks at her, spellbound. She looks at him, kind of, lost. A handsome, half fierce man. For sure, a man! Silence descends between them. His heart starts to vibrate. Her dreams start coming back to her. Then she says: “I am all yours!” The man hears. He looks. He says nothing. He looks again. He knows he cannot stop loving her. Then he replies: “Until you’re not!”
(Inspired by a feeling first encountered while reading a passage of “The Enchantress of Florence”)