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"What have you heard about that youngest prince?” Constanze dared to ask Lisl who was quietly combing her hair.
“It´s kitchen rumors, but they say that he faked his engagement to that princess just to gain access to the throne. Who knows what´s true about it. Still, apparently, he must be very handsome.” Lisl smiled kindly, and Constanze felt her heart sink as she wished she had the guts to riot against her father´s will. She nervously kneaded her hands in her lap.
“Father denies me a portrait so that I meet the prince without any preconceptions.”