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Ernst and Harriet strolled through Coburg’s Christmas market, huddled closely in the icy air.
“Would you care for some cider?” Ernst asked, eyeing a stall that was selling it.
Harriet pondered for a moment. “I would, but we must be careful not to eat and drink too much, or we’ll spoil our appetites for dinner.”
They’d already had a packet of chestnuts, and two slices of stollen each. Nevertheless, Ernst frowned at Harriet’s suggestion.
“But, my love, all of the food here is far too tempting. And besides, what sort of a prince would I be if I did not support my subjects’ livelihoods?”
She was still not immune to his pleading gaze, and relented with a sigh.
“Well, I suppose if we have enough to eat here, we may not even need dinner.”
Ernst grinned. “Quite so.”
He pecked her on the cheek, then went to purchase the drinks.