Empress Charlotte and The Idylles. Book II [Paris]

Once upon a time, in the Fountain of Youth, there was the pink elixir. By chance, a bee passing by inadvertently spilled its honey. The fountain wondered why its color had changed… Egeria, passing by on her wedding day, decided to fill a cup. The pink elixir spoke thus: "Now that you know the gem of Eos, shine forth." Just before embracing the two lovers, she tasted all its delights. And so, colors were born… And… Life is Beautiful.

Once upon a time, by the sea, there was a yellow notebook. Suddenly, a young girl approached, accompanied by her parents and a very, very cute white cat. Fascinated by their daughter's admiration, they decided to buy her a beautiful fountain pen to write wonderful stories. Summer whispered, "Find the boy." After that beautiful sunny day, just before going to dinner, the girl said to her parents, "Can you give me a yellow notebook every year?" And so the tale began, a splendor, a gem of love and hope nestled in the promises of turquoise.

Once upon a time, in the pristine tundra, there lived a white fox. Suddenly, the snow began to fall. A scientist in his fifties was passing by, accompanied by his son. Intrigued, the kind father took out his notebook and wrote down his word: supercooling. The fox's fur sparkled in his mind; he was on the right track. The white fox spoke to the boy: "Tell this story to your parents." Just before falling asleep, the son asked his father, "Can you tell this story to Mom?" And so, Christmas was born…

Santil : Lat malem it nale | Larer : Corio itu. Sime. | Motue || Werme : Lesta ot motoe. Coalit | Cieper : Nostraniocri nala tropa | Gheel : Istemi mat matem | Olymohl. Livre de la Poésie des 3 Vertus

Once upon a time, near a sleeping forest, there was a turquoise river. Then a light rain began to fall… A torrent, a lake, or a sea? The gentle wind transformed each hardship into a sweet melody. If two stories align: "I will do everything in my power." Just before granting this royal wish, each current asked the earth: "May I transmit all these colors?" And so, marriages came to life, the source of all possibilities. Sarkara, found again.

Once upon a time, in Empress Charlotte's garden, there was an ivory glove that had belonged to the De Vulci family. Curiosity killed the cat, as we all know, which is why this lady wanted to entice the guests at her upcoming celebration, especially the bridesmaids, and strolled at her leisure through the flowerbeds. Her beauty was unmatched except for her dress, entirely embroidered with flowers, which suggested to her: "In the meantime, decorum is paramount." Just before sending out the invitations, the ivory glove was seduced and perfectly matched them. And so, all the beautiful expressions, charming by nature, were born.

Once upon a time, in a hushed room, there was a beige harp. A note so pure rose into the air that tenderness stirred within. In a dark corner, a tie lay there, hidden from prying eyes. The house was breathtakingly splendid… A distinguished woman suddenly entered this world, and the harp exclaimed, "Can you return the young man to me?" Just before returning to the reception, the note reflected, "You are the bride-to-be; orchestrate the scene." And so, romance came into being…

Once upon a time, at a colorful wedding, there was a red tie. A victim of its own success, it brought renown to a grand house. The idyllic song was orchestrated by a harp so magnificent that the tie wondered, "Was this beautiful work of art the note of reverence?" When the young man gazed at his bride, she repeated to herself, "Could you bring me back the beige harp?" And so, reciprocity brought that extra spark, the one that gives rise to the greatest love stories… Just before kissing him, she looked into his eyes, and the note sealed their union, restoring youth to the scene.

Once upon a time, in the Visconti, a rich and prosperous region, there stood a purple house. By providence, its construction caused a great stir. Day and night echoed each other, its Neo-Florentine style radiant. Each day, a touch of romanticism was added to the plethora of ornaments… It spoke, it spoke, rediscovered. Curved color; distant, near. In truth, a syllable. Just before the many mirrors throughout the world, providence spoke simply: "Add a palmette to each of your works." Thus, truth became inspiration, and the image became an icon once more. De Vulci, Mi Amore.

Once upon a time, in a scattered clearing, there was a multicolored hat. When Empress Charlotte sat down on the white chair placed there, the realm of possibilities was illuminated by the thousand virtues of the reign. But wait a moment; a second chair was placed nearby, awaiting its moment... Having spotted the hat, she decided to pick it up and put it on. In all her majesty, she was transported to a charming palace where the empire of colors had shaped its work: a carriage, horses, woods, and a sleeping castle. The colors were dull and faded... She had everything she wanted. However, something was missing. The hat spoke thus: "Have no fear, he will come to marry you." Her gloomy face was woven into a charming toga. Just before waking, she discovered a charming young man sitting right beside her. And so the empire of the realm came into being and inspired the multicolored hat to mold its reality according to its own will. They had everything they needed. "What if we headed towards the Lake of Offerings?" she said. Her smile lit up the world...

Once upon a time, there was a hidden legacy, unseen by all, written by a young woman wearing an Aquamarine knit. She approaches, seemingly from nowhere, revealing her wonderful kisses. Bus, subway; bike, sleep... She draws closer; takes my hand; wonderful kisses. We move apart... Now we can imagine our future wonderful kisses... This fresco and the hopes synchronized by the iconic red K6 booth offer every saving of perfection. Prized by its broadcasts in the newspaper; of the royal wedding; her honeymoon appears: "Experience the 31 frescoes of the complete work and add colors and dates." Just before accepting the two rings, Charlotte completes my pointillism. And so they lived happily ever after, that is to say, forever: the colors are infinite, just like their promises, too. Passirié, Motue.

Once upon a time, on a graceful bust, there was a crystal pendant. It was engraved with diaphanous light by the gem; a splendid glow that embellished the adornment and set the tone for every conversation. The precision of its outline had to be respected. Each facet evoked a possible reality that had to be explored in detail. During its interviews, the crystal told the time. With each unexpected oscillation or movement, the course of history shifted toward a happy ending... Empress Charlotte, having noticed that her vocabulary grew richer each time she wore it, the crystal sang: "If each word heals even the deepest wounds, please build its shelter." Just before leaving for the ceremony at the Lake of Offerings, she carried these fifty-two new realities with her. Thus, every element of the Palace would hold a hope; the very essence of this legend, passed down from generation to generation.

Once upon a time, there was the expression Good Havens! Scallywag. This pearly smile is visible on every portrait, on every face admiring its features. This complex yet so gentle craftsmanship is a prized subtlety. On the sixth day, when the profanities disappeared, the compound content of the atom framing these places gave rise to a love correspondence: First letter, first smile. Each time; pure silver. Come closer and you will see: We are now everywhere. Skies, colors, curves rediscovered. Just before smiling, the mother-of-pearl erased all baseness from these humanities. And so, every day, I gaze into your eyes in the ocean of life's refrains. Certainty

Once upon a time, in a well-guarded sanctuary, there was an ochre fur. The hairs and reflections shimmered against the clay horizon, where clay merges into statue. Each end was and now became: mauve with an oath... Should all its colors be seen as the appropriation of an imitation? With each contemplation, the soothing uniqueness reminded us that the fur's duty was to safeguard common sense, which underlies: Etruscan translation of the Praeneste Fibula "He loves me, DekAos (I made it for him paragon), Eos, Dem (I made it according to the principle), I love you. Just before understanding that Eoris (paragon) allows Amarī; syllable and heavens agree. This is how Sarkara was found. However ⁝

Once upon a time, in a bustling museum, there was a golden curl. When Empress Charlotte approached the display case, a voice rang out. Her conscience, like a supreme rose, wished not to plunder the treasure of this temple, but rather to receive praise from Sir Nicholas. As a complement to her fur or any other attire, her femininity would be able to emerge. Every day, she went to this space adorned with all the hopes of the world. When he discovered the missing clue that curled her hair, it was love at first sight: "Lantern of love, guide me to the vermeil palace; I implore you." Just before reading all the countless sincere wishes, they did their business: a daily ritual. And so, the curl inspired time and its sphere.

Once upon a time, in a beautiful house, there was a vermilion coat. Emily and Aphrodite were running around trying to help their parents. They must have been seven and ten years old, respectively. Strawberry tart and pear Belle-Hélène? Quite an art. Long before this episode, the whole family had gone to find each ingredient in the best shops in town. The starter, the main course, and the desserts had to meet everyone's requirements. One word resonated in everyone's ears: the surprise was complete. Each development felt like a new emotion, which everyone shared in joy. Just before planning a menu for each week and for each color; Empress Charlotte and Stefan were bewildered; They must have been seventeen and twenty years old... Respectively.

Once upon a time, in Hall U1, there was black lace. Charlotte. Something, Meaningful, My heart. Something, Meaningful, To me. Something, Meaningful, Your heart. Something, Meaningful, Charlotte. Blue birds singing this melody are never the same. The setting sun illuminated each fold, adding a nascent world: figure. Distant, near; in truth, a syllable. To believe that everything is possible, in the heights. Intense azure, drawn with a fine, sincere line. The dream comes to life, through its flowery notes. Finally in your bed, it flows eternally. In the ruins of the set, I cover you with my heart. Just before giving everyone the chance to frame their brides, the world smiles at her and vice versa. Artworks

Once upon a time, in a secret chamber, there was a Charlotte-blue suit. It was custom-made and flattered the Empress's figure. A great power resided within it: the power to rewrite every story to match every ambition. The dye had to be indelible and enhance beauty beyond anything else in the world. During her meetings and outings, this extraordinary suit foreshadowed the possible interactions. One glance and you would fall under its spell, revealing the sensitivities and true nature of your relationship. It had to be worn at least once a week. Then one day, Sir Nicholas decided to write a line of poetry about it: "How sweet it is to love without expecting anything in return." At this point in the story, anything is possible. Just before unbuttoning a button, the suit spoke to Charlotte, "Yes, you cannot deny this conversation." This is how each color is magnified by its name: The ink of our respective pens.

Once upon a time, in the lands of the bluebird gem, there was a chalk dream. This magical object activated her lace, companion of her happy days. She thought of receiving and wanted to give. They were there, the two of them, gazing at each other, their joy shared... Every detail of her face, her clothes, her way of moving and moving me, in words, evoked in me: the chalk dream. Translucent virtue, indescribable yet palpable comfort, gradually distills... Finally, without hesitation, I kiss you and snuggle against you; and we drift apart. I have prepared a room just for you. I have so much to tell you. Just before continuing each wonderful moment, it sings its song wholeheartedly: in the depths of my desires, until I grow old. And so hope remains, kept alive by the simplicity of finding you again. Charlotte

Once upon a time, in a fragrant bazaar, there was a silver chair. A woman, having made herself up to look her best, gently slid the chair back. Sometimes, God intervenes, and the subtlety of romance is so profound, tinged with illumination. Just before returning to its original position, she gave it a kiss... And so, perfection was born, imbued with an indefinable something.

Once upon a time; 1, 2, 3, we will go to the woods: 4, 5, 6 to pick cherries. And if 7, 8, 9 are in my new basket, then 10, 11, 12 will all be red. First prose. Now if 19, 20 or 21 evokes sea spray, perfume or jasmine: the nursery rhyme becomes a fable for adults. The rose petal, in these flowery times, passion without bruise. Caravaggio, Grand Touring, frenzied race, Saint Germain: Two Loves... Calm was the pure water. Epigeic. Just before establishing the right network, a piano note just in Monaco. This is how the girl with the blue dream protects each word: Bacchus amat venerem. 12.07.2026. ROMA: "The Infinite Murmurs of Their History dispel all dangers. Rhythm that is punctuated by the practice of a perfect. We both heard, the angel's hair settling the silks on this bench. The bookmark appeared thus, adorned with baskets. Crystal, a glass half full that announces the beginning of summer."

Once upon a time at Clos Lucé, Leonardo da Vinci's final residence near the royal palaces of the Loire Valley, a mauve idyll blossomed. Almost by chance, an invention that would change everyone's lives was born… The wild mallow uttered a phrase so delightful that nature itself seemed to sing: "Please write a word that will serve as an invention, an innovation within your ecosystem." Then, in a gentle breeze, she added, with welcome poetry: "When the great oath is spoken again, the world will build you an empire, perhaps even more, Sir…" Just before creating this brilliant word, our ingenious inventor exclaimed: "Idyll!" And so, every beautiful story is an angelic stone in the royal edifice.

When Legends Unite, the exultation is palpable in the heart of the valley of sensitive seas. To unite is to match, reconcile, merge, and solidify. To unite the matched direction by reconciling the principle that merges the law of solidarities. Through matching, a simple reconciliation of fused notes, unison solidifies the combination that increases the joint of growth and binds you to associative listening; beautiful Ebony of the three virtues.

When you encounter the phoenix's dance, you begin to dance. Sir Nicholas III nurtures the marriage through bespoke symphonies and an ideal playlist. Success, success, success. A refrain stirs in the East, the joy of a nascent prosody. The duration, as a clue, could also benefit your entire table. The menu is laid out, not without redundancy. To encourage is to approve, comfort, help, and favor. Encourage your song and approve its era, which comforts the bouquet water. Aiding the invitation, favoring the marriage, approving its vision, the comfort of the golden age helps the memory of promise to foster this elegance.

Bound by divine love, the plot of land returns to us; thus, from fertile lands, the hearts of the procession sing aloud, forming a joyful tapestry of feelings. I dream of an immense joy capable of healing all the world's ills. Love could not be replaced, in any way. Please accept these pearls of love and depart with a light heart. A radiant future awaits you…

In the vibrant heart of Montmartre, where the cobblestones still echo with laughter and forbidden melodies, a star shone with singular brilliance: Léopoldine de Valois. Born under the sign of creativity in 1928, this artist with the fiery gaze set Parisian nights ablaze in the late 1950s, leaving an indelible mark on the history of art and fashion. Léopoldine was not only a painter; she was a muse, an enigma, an embodiment of the free and audacious woman. Her studio, tucked away in a discreet alley, was a sanctuary where the scents of turpentine, tobacco, and mystery mingled.

Absolute art has been art ever since you understood it. This inspiration is yours and allows you to make this world a little brighter. As you write, the lyrical surge that lies dormant within you yearns to express itself. Let this pristine world write a page of your story.

In the heart of a realm where perfumes wove melodies, lived Aurore, guardian of the Collection Serenades. These enchanted blotters, heirs to the High Mouillette and the Muses, captured the purest emotions, the sweetest memories. Her palace, a hanging garden of scents, housed thousands of these olfactory treasures. Each Serenade, a symphony of essences, told a unique love story, a fragment of eternal happiness. Aurore, however, felt alone, her heart resonating with an unfinished note. One evening, as the moon poured its silver upon the gardens, a young man, Elias, appeared. He was a traveler of the senses, an alchemist of emotions, capable of deciphering the secrets of perfumes. He was captivated by Aurore's collection, recognizing in her a kindred spirit. Their hearts, like two complementary notes, harmonized in a melody of love. Together they rediscovered forgotten serenades, buried emotions, and created a symphony of love so powerful that it filled the kingdom with happiness.

In a realm where dreams took shape, lived Iris, a collector of inspirations. Her studio, a kaleidoscope of colors and forms, housed fragments of shooting stars, crystallized bursts of laughter, and whispers of nature. Each inspiration, a spark of creativity, told a unique story, an infinite potential. Iris, however, felt a void, an unfinished canvas in her own symphony of the heart. One evening, a comet, brighter than the others, crashed into her garden, revealing a young man with azure eyes named Leo. He was the guardian of lost ideas, a traveler of creative souls. Leo, captivated by Iris's collection, recognized in her a kindred spirit. Their hearts, like two brushes on a canvas, joined in a creative dance. Together they rediscovered forgotten inspirations, buried emotions, and wove a tapestry of love so powerful it illuminated the entire kingdom. Their love was a unique collection, a priceless treasure that grew each day. They learned that memories never truly fade, that they transform, enrich themselves, and become the stars that guide our lives.

The dew cradles me and the rivers caress me, mutual understanding. Thus autumn breathes upon our loving desire. The vows spoken today will enliven the sweetness of every moment spent with you. I was subject to fate, but now, one fine day, one fine morning, my dream comes true. We will be married, my love, and I will love you, without reservation. The Allegloria unites beings daily in supreme bliss. A unique promise encompassing your marriage to the chosen one of your heart, in all its simplicity. To guide you, follow the furniture and decorations, the jewelry, as well as the wedding dress suggestions. Prepare to be surprised! When the famous verse of Poetry is within your reach, the living spaces will be open to you: 52 weeks.

Once. A hundred times. Without explanation. Crystal clear. The legacy of the vow has been passed down through generations. Thus reborn from the depths, each magnificent initial letter that animates it gives perfect life and engenders the next. Please go to the post office of the cups, where He who is awaits.

Once, a hundred times. Without giving an account. Brilliant. The Triumph of Royal Love, in its setting, surprises with its profound solubility in all beings. The subjects are also within their rights to victory, since triumph has led them here, before the highest step of the pedestal. Do not break with your habits, for we are generous and good subjects for your conversations.

Once, a hundred times. Without giving an account. Wild. Taking every direction and joining its principle in the woods through the law, we were up there understanding each other. Simply, you listen and you don't take notes because the unison grows with your growth.

Once. A hundred times. Without a word. Peacefully. A vow of pure magic, the couple waits within the framework of past lives and idealized futures. The royal adage says that when this great vow is repeated, one must believe in it so that the other receives this gift of true prophecy, born of nothing but true love, king. You listen and you agree; you have no choice.

Once, a hundred times. Without giving an account. Bouquet. A symphony that held the kings and queens of old spellbound, now the vows written on this inspired notebook dictate our conduct. Written in the invisible ink of heaven, the nuances of the holy anointing are but a cog that gives time, time to wait for you.

A royal basket. First time. Granted. To bewitch is to charm, captivate, seduce, conquer. Bewitch charming sincerity to captivate the two ribbons of conquest of the enchanted wood. Through the captivation of pure crystal, seduction presents a conquering code, the complicity of these heavens, and bewitches this daily fervor.

A Basket of Inspirations. First time. Granted. The Coronation takes place in this room, in the reflections of sunsets on a hypostatic prose, fever cured. The alembic trickles in Cordelia's dial and grants this viol not to languish forever, for the virtues of the ancient diaphanous ones are pale as dew.

A Basket of Stories. First time. Granted. To be enthusiastic is to marvel, to be ecstatic, to delight and to charm. Royal enthusiasm that amazes all synonyms and the ecstasies of ravishing freedom through the charm of escape. Confused wonder of the shining ecstasy, guest that delights our branded charms. Ideal enthusiastic murmur…

A Basket of Egeria. First time. Granted. Echoes of a Vow. The Vow to cherish the instant, to cherish the moment, to cherish the present, sustained, infinite within our spaces. Reverberating in each, they are tailor-made so that no one can take, grasp their substance. Immortal, lace-like, the echoes are made of the most beautiful surroundings, an intimate creation that inhibits, that gives true meaning to its eponymous serenity.

A Basket of Dreams. First time. Granted. Whispers of Infinitum are infinite in tenderness, cryptograms tracing their mutual tendencies. Mutual tendencies morphing into desire, into pleasure, drawing a royal cryptogram. An adage protecting things of value in this world. Its renown is only initiated by its tenderness and vice versa, undefeated since forever.

A Vermeil Basket. A hundred times Spirit, Grants Accord. The Court of Royal Wishes extends its best wishes to all, and returns them well, missives of prompt and loyal service. Born from the simple order of royal wishes, the court is also, within its inner circle, a string of victories, only to be commanded. You stroll through the conclave and you cannot be lost.

The Ceremony of Shared Vows is the perfect moment to embrace one another. From time immemorial, the reverse cannot tarnish, for here the perfection of form engenders such jubilation that the vows are shared subtly, with a delicacy born of an unchosen subtlety. This unfolds in four stages, without questioning why.

Become a Wedding Bard and sing the praises that yearn to reveal their full potential in the procession. A sublime refrain, a few verses delivered, and the contests are merely subtle, lovers of seven times better than one. We all await them, these bards, these cupbearers renewed by the true power of the spoken word.

Promises in the Night are made at all hours, freeing each moment from all bad faith. To you. When you say what shouldn't be said, the other will know that the true promise has thus become, in its very nature, of sound quality. Believing always is ingrained, no pressing need, and yet all these promises are there, awaiting their time in the Fabularia.

The Dawn of a Union heralds the new annunciation, one tradition per month so that dawn may break upon it. When we were very young, it was enough to think about it. Weary of bohemianism, union is heralded by the accumulation of random tirades that providence will catch up with. That these eyes inhabit the body leaves me speechless. No longer thinking and yet living as if it were long overdue, I cannot, so I accept to live in you.

The Festival of Hearts, that famous carnival, those distinguished alliances allow one to find their true self. We arrived in this propitious place, and you were in the Oracle's box, seeing what cannot be grasped. What were you doing, interrupting Ariadne's thread when you shouldn't have? And yet, your family will thank you, for it is under these conditions that hegemony can find subordinates, vectors of the law.

The newlyweds' gifts are drawn at random and announced at the end of the banquet. A sacred drawing, a suspended moment where magic happens. The gifts slipped in by your guests come to life in a moment of shared excitement. Mystery joins your banquet, for a surprise as joyful as it is unforgettable. Only unique wedding gifts, just like your guests. Each present is a unique offering, a burst of generosity from the heart. But the lucky recipient doesn't know their treasure until the final reveal. Chance becomes an enchanted game, blending joy, laughter, and emotion in a festive ritual. An extraordinary announcement at the end of the banquet. Reserved for celebrations where conviviality and shared moments reign. A precious vermeil urn collects the wishes and gifts from the guests, ready to amaze. Simple, elegant, and surprising, to create a memory shared by all. Vermeil Palace. Vermeil Urn. Offer the magic of mystery and the sweetness of the unexpected. Each gift becomes a treasure to discover, a surprise that makes hearts beat faster. The draw seals a joyful, funny, and tender moment at the heart of your royal banquet.

The Troubadours of the Royal Heart sound the chamade. Rest assured that all's well that ends well and begins well! And behold, we alleviate all fear to its very degree by the royal heart, calling the guests to come and gather. What more could there be than to be able to do more and to be moved by it? To say what needs to be said, to embrace.

Share Your Harmony. How? With What? Hold on to your ways and you can make it happen. Knowing that it's possible allows harmony to be shared in every way. What will you do when I'm no longer here? Will you wait for me until my grand return to this earth? Great is only he who bears it, so come to me without delay, for the moment is already engraved on this wall.

With the perfect invitation, everyone will be delighted to celebrate. The clues are numerous and are coming to fruition. Writing this story is, above all, an act of genuine faith. The parties are thus bound by the now-established understanding, and each has found the right person, just as providence intended. Their eternal love is made of wonderful adventures and passion. You must help them in their quests; be imaginative, make suggestions, bring them to life, and give them all your gifts so that they may shine with glory.

Through a poem, a personal anecdote, or any other benevolent adage, eternal unity guides humanity. Calm, with wise hands and a light heart, you have before you a quest to fulfill, a royal seal to deliver. A dance, prose that stirs with virtue, inspiration comes to you naturally. You know you are in league, so express the inspiration that will guide eternal unity. Humanity Writes Itself.

The Court of Wishes is a just reward, composed of diverse hymns celebrating royal ideals and the virtues of the kingdom. The court is filled with people we admire, carefully selected, even though all inspire the wishes thus formed within it. The veil is lifted on the idea that one day, all of this will be perpetuated from generation to generation like a centuries-old tradition, rooted in time, valid in the eyes of all.

Your royal dreams, dawn breaking on joy, the joy of receiving these echoes that grow, patiently. Once, now all these dreams, day and night, dream of the perfect idyll, glide on purity, ripples of tenderness between our united hearts. Your royal dreams, merge with reality itself; holiness, you owe a reverence.

I make the wish, the wish of Dawn. I make the wish, as I do at every moment. I make the wish in this mirror. The turn is accomplished by a wish made. The esteemed ballad bestows health and strength, bravery, courage, and the words of the fable are an oracle that automatically grants everything to the idyll, like a wish made. A wedding in the silver sun illuminates its gem with an unbreakable depth; without grandiloquence, only in majesty for eternity.