L'Impératrice Charlotte et Les Idylles. Livre II [Paris]

Once upon a time, in the fountain of youth, there was the pink elixir. By chance, a bee passing by accidentally 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." Just before embracing the two loves, she tasted all the delights. That is how colors were born… And… Life is Beautiful.

Once upon a time, by the seaside, 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 this beautiful sunny day, just before dinner, the girl said to her parents: Can you give me a yellow notebook every year? This is how the tale came to life, splendors, gem of love and hope taking shelter in the promises of turquoise.

Once upon a time, in the pristine tundra, there was a white fox. Suddenly, the snow fell. A scientist in his fifties was passing by with his son. Intrigued, the good father took out his note pad and wrote down his word: supercooling. The fur sparkled in his mind, he was on the right track. The white fox addressed the boy: "Tell this story to your parents." Just before falling asleep, the son said to his father: "Can you tell this story to mom?" And that's how Christmas came to be...

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 sleepy woods, there was a turquoise river. It was then that a fine rain poured down… A torrent, a lake, or a sea? The gentleness of the wind transformed every trial into a sweet melody. If two stories harmonize: "I will do my best". Just before granting this royalty, each current said to the earth: "May I convey all these colors"? This is how marriages came to life, sources of all possibilities. Sarkara, found.

Once upon a time, in the garden of Empress Charlotte, there was an ivory glove; belonging to the De Vulci family. Curiosity is a wicked flaw, we all know this, which is why this lady wanted to pique the interest of her future celebration's guests, notably the bridesmaids, and wandered at her leisure through these blooming flower beds. Her beauty was only rivaled by her dress, entirely adorned with embroidered flowers, which suggested to her: "In the meantime, propriety must prevail"… Just before sending out the invitations, the ivory glove was enchanted and harmonized with her. Thus were born all the beautiful expressions, charming by nature.

Once upon a time, in a quiet room, there was a beige harp. A note so pure rose into the air that tenderness came to life. In a dark corner, a cravat lay there, shielded from prying eyes. The house was breathtakingly splendid... A distinguished woman suddenly entered this world, and the harp exclaimed: "Can you bring me the young man back?". Just before returning to the reception, the note reflected: "You are the betrothed, orchestrate the staging". This is how romance came to be...

Once upon a time, in a colorful wedding, there was a red tie. Victim of its success, it brought fame to a great house. The heavenly song was orchestrated by a harp so splendid that the tie asked itself a question; "Was this beautiful work of art the note of reverence?". When the young man gazed at his fiancée, she repeated: "Can you bring me the beige harp?". Thus, reciprocity brought this added soul, the one that gives the greatest love stories… Just before kissing, she looked into his eyes and the note sealed this union: having restored youth to the narrative.

Once upon a time, in the Visconti, a rich and prosperous region, there stood a purple house. By providence, its construction made a great noise. Day and night echoed, its Neo-Florentine style was radiant. Each day, a romanticism added to the plethora of ornaments... It spoke, it spoke, found again. Curved color; distant, proximity. In truth, syllable. Just before the many mirrors around the world, providence simply spoke: "Add a palmette to each of your works." Thus, truth became inspiration, and the image became an icon once more. From Vulci, my love.

Il était une fois, dans une clairière parsemée, un chapeau multicolore. Lorsque l'impératrice Charlotte s'asseya sur la chaise blanche posée là, le champ des possibles s'illumina des mille vertus du règne. Mais attendez une seconde ; une seconde chaise était disposée non loin de là et attendait son heure... Ayant aperçu le chapeau, elle décida de le ramasser et de le porter. En majesté, elle fut transportée dans un palais charmant où l'empire des couleurs avait façonné son œuvre : calèche, chevaux, bois et château endormi. Les couleurs étaient ternes et fades... Elle avait tout ce qu'elle voulait. Cependant, il lui manquait quelque chose. Le chapeau parla ainsi : "N'ayez crainte, il viendra vous épouser". Son visage morose se tissa d'une toge charmante. Juste avant de s'éveiller, elle découvrit un charmant jeune homme assis juste à côté. C'est ainsi que l'imperium regnum exista et inspira le chapeau multicolore à modeler leur réalité à leur seul bon vouloir. Ils avaient tout ce qu'il manquait. Et si nous nous dirigions vers le lac des offrandes ? Dit-elle. Son sourire illumina le monde...

Once upon a time, there was a hidden legacy from the eyes of all, written by a young woman wearing an Aqua-Marine sweater. She approaches, coming from nowhere, revealed, her wonderful kisses. Bus, subway; bike, sleep... She comes closer; takes my hand; wonderful kisses. We drift away... We can now imagine our wonderful future kisses... This fresco and the hopes synchronized by the iconic red K6 phone booth give all the savings of perfection. Cherished by its broadcasts in the newspaper; from the royal wedding; her honeymoon appears: "Experience the 31 frescoes of the complete work and join colors and dates." Just before accepting the two rings, Charlotte completes my pointillism. Thus 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 to the diaphanous light by the gem; a splendid glow that embellished the jewelry and set the tone for every conversation. The precision of its outline had to be respected. Each facet evoked a possible reality that needed to be detailed. During its interviews, the crystal told the time. With each oscillation or impromptu movement, the course of the story changed towards a happy ending... Empress Charlotte, having noticed that her vocabulary enriched itself each time she wore it, the crystal sang: "If every word can heal even the deepest wounds, please build its shelter." Just before leaving for the ceremony at the offering lake, she took these fifty-two new realities with her. Thus, each element of the Palace was to contain hope; the very object of this legend, passed down from generation to generation.

Once upon a time, the expression Good Havens! Scallywag. This pearly smile is visible in every portrait, on every face admiring its features. This complex yet so sweet know-how is a cherished subtlety. On the sixth day, when the profanities disappeared, the content made up of the atmosphere perfuming these places gave rise to a loving correspondence: First letter, first smile. Every time; pure silver. Come closer and you will see: We are now everywhere. Skies, colors, rediscovered curves. Just before smiling, the mother-of-pearl erased all baseness of these humanities. This is how 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 on the clay horizon, where the clay merges into a statue. Each ending was and has now become: mauve of a vow... Should we see all these colors as the appropriation of an imitation? With each contemplation, the soothing uniqueness reminded us that the duty of the fur was to safeguard common sense, which underlies: Etruscan translation of the Fibula of Praeneste "He loves me, DekAos (I did it for him by paragon), Eos, Dem (I did it according to the principle), I love you. Just before understanding that Eoris (by paragon) allows Amarī; syllable and skies agree. This is how Sarkara was found. However ⁝

Once upon a time, in a bustling museum, there was a Goldilocks. When Empress Charlotte approached the showcase visible to all, a voice resounded. Her conscience, like a supreme rose, did not wish to pillage the treasure of this temple but desired an accolade from Sir Nicholas. In addition to her fur or any attire, her femininity was 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 completed her hair, it was love at first sight: "Love lantern, guide me to the palace of vermilion; I implore you." Just before reading all the wishes, countless sincere; they conducted their affairs: daily ritual. Thus, 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 in all directions to help their parents. They must have been seven and ten years old respectively. The strawberry pie and the poire belle-hélène? Quite an art. Long before this episode, the whole family had gone to gather each ingredient from the best shops in town. The starter, the main course, and the desserts had to meet everyone's expectations. One word resonated in every ear: the surprise was total. Each development had the allure of new emotions, which everyone shared in joy. Just before planning a weekly menu by color; Empress Charlotte and Stéphane were bewildered; they must have been seventeen and twenty... respectively.

Il était une fois, dans le Hall U1, une dentelle noire. Charlotte. Quelque chose, de signifiant, Mon cœur. Quelque chose, de signifiant, Pour moi. Quelque chose, de signifiant, Ton cœur, Quelque chose, de signifiant, Charlotte. Des oiseaux bleus chantant cette mélodie, ne sont jamais les mêmes. Le soleil couchant éclairait chaque pli, adjonction d'un monde naissant : figure. Lointain, proximité ; en vérité syllabe. Croire que tout est possible, dans les hauteurs. Azuré intense, se dessine au trait fin, sincère. Le rêve prend vie, au travers ses notes fleuries. Enfin dans ton lit, coule éternellement. Dans les ruines du décor, je te couvres de cœur. Juste avant de donner la chance à tous d'encadrer leurs promesses, le monde lui sourit et réciproquement. Œuvres d'art.

Once upon a time, in a secret room, there was a blue-charlotte tailor. He was custom-made and refined the silhouette of the empress. A great power inhabited him: the power to rewrite each story according to each ambition. Upstream, the dye had to be indelible and enhance beauty beyond anything that existed in this world. During his appointments and outings, this extraordinary tailor designed possible interactions. One look and you fell under the charm expressing the sensitivities and true nature of your relationships. It had to be worn at least once a week. It was then that one day, Sir Nicholas decided to write a verse of poetry about him: "How sweet it is to love without expecting anything in return." At this point in the story; everything is possible. Just before removing a button, the tailor spoke up and talked to Charlotte, "Yes, you cannot refute this conversation." This is how each color is magnified with its name: The ink of our respective pens.

Once upon a time, in the lands of the blue-bird gem, there was a dream of chalk. This magical object activates its lace, companion of its happy days. She thought of receiving and wanted to give. They were there, both looking at each other, long and wide, joy for two... Every detail of her face, her clothes, her ways of moving and moving me, in words; provoked in me: the dream of chalk. Translucent virtue, indescribable yet palpable comfort, distills little by little... Finally, without hesitation, I kiss you and snuggle up against you; and we drift away. I have prepared a room just for you. I have so much to tell you. Just before continuing every wonderful moment, he sings heartily his song: in the depths of my desires, until growing old. This is how hope is kept safe by the simplicity of finding you again. Charlotte

Once upon a time in a fragrant bazaar, there was a silver chair. A woman, after putting on her makeup in the most beautiful way, slid the chair very lightly. Sometimes, God manifests and the subtlety of romance is so deep, tinged with illumination. Just before returning to its original position, she gave a kiss... This is how perfection was born, nuanced with a certain 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 nine baskets, then 10, 11, 12 will all be red. First prose. Now if 19, 20 or 21 evokes the sea spray, the scent or the jasmine: the nursery rhyme becomes a fable for adults. The rose petal, in these flowery times, passion without bruise. Caravaggio, Grand Tourism, frantic race, Saint Germain: Two Loves... Calm was the pure water. Epigees. Just before establishing the right network, a note of piano just in Monaco. This is how the girl with the blue dream protects each word: Bacchus loves Venus. 12.07.2026. ROME: "The Infinite Murmurs of Their History avert all dangers. Rhyme that finds its rhythm through the practice of perfection. We both heard, the angel's hair laying the silks on this bench. The bookmark presented itself this way, flowered by the baskets. Crystal, half-full glass that announces the start of summer."

Once upon a time at Clos Lucé, the last residence of Leonardo da Vinci located near the royal buildings of the Loire Valley, there was a mauve idyll. Almost inadvertently, an invention that would change everyone's life came to light... The wild mallow uttered a phrase so adorable that nature sang: "Please write a word that will serve as an invention, an innovation within your ecosystem." Then, it added in a gentle breeze to the welcome poetry: "When the great oath is represented again, the world will build you an empire, or even more, Sir..." Just before creating this brilliant word, our genius inventor exclaimed: "Idylle". Thus, every beautiful story is an angelic stone in the royal edifice.

When Legends Unite, the exhilaration is palpable in the hollow of the valley of sensitive seas. To unite is to assort, to reconcile, to merge, to solidify. Unite the matched direction by reconciling the principle that merges the law of solidarities. Through assortment, a simple reconciliation of merging notes, the 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 dance of the phoenix, you start to dance. Sir Nicholas III maintains the marriage through bespoke symphonies and an ideal playlist. Success, success, success. A refrain stirs in the East, joy of a nascent prosody. The duration in index might also benefit your entire table. The menu is laid out, not without redundancy. To encourage is to approve, to comfort, to help, and to favor. Encourage your song and approve its era that comforts the bouquet water. Assisting 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 parcel comes back to us, just as from fertile lands the hearts of the procession sing out loud, forming a jovial tapestry of feelings. I dream of immense joy capable of healing all the ills of the earth. Love would not be replaced in any way. Please accept these pearls of love and leave with a light heart. A radiant future awaits you...

In the vibrant heart of Montmartre, where the cobblestones still resonate with echoes of laughter and forbidden melodies, a star shone with a unique brilliance: Léopoldine de Valois. Born under the sign of creativity in 1928, this artist with smoldering eyes ignited the Parisian nights of the late 1950s, leaving an indelible mark in the history of art and fashion. Léopoldine was not just a painter; she was a muse, an enigma, an embodiment of the free and bold woman. Her studio, nestled in a discreet alley, was a sanctuary where the scents of turpentine, tobacco, and mystery mingled.

Absolute art has been art since you understood it. This inspiration is yours and makes this world a little brighter. While you write, the lyrical rise that sleeps within you is just waiting to express itself. Let this clean world write a page of your story.

In the heart of a kingdom where perfumes wove melodies, lived Aurore, guardian of the Collection Serenades. These enchanted dipper biscuits, heritage of the Haute Mouillette and the Muses, captured the purest emotions and the sweetest memories. Her palace, a suspended 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 echoing with an unfinished note. One evening, as the moon poured its silver over the gardens, a young man, Élias, appeared. He was a traveler of the senses, an alchemist of emotions, able to decipher the secrets of perfumes. He was captivated by Aurore's collection, recognizing in her a soulmate. Their hearts, like two complementary notes, harmonized into a melody of love. Together they discovered forgotten Serenades{

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

The dew cradles me and the rivers brush against me, mutual understanding. Thus blows autumn on our loving desire. The wishes spoken today will animate the sweetness of every moment spent with you. I was subjected to fate, but here comes a fine day, a good morning, my dream comes true. We are going to marry, my love, and I will love you, without concession. The Allégloria unites beings daily in supreme happiness. A unique promise including your marriage with the chosen one of your heart, all in simplicity. To guide you, follow the furniture and decoration, the jewelry, as well as the suggestions for wedding dresses. Get ready to be surprised! When the famous verse of Poetry is within your reach, the living spaces will be opened to you: 52 weeks.

Once, a hundred times. Without realizing it. Clear. The legacy of the wish has been passed down for generations. Thus reborn from the confines, each superb initial that animates gives perfect life and begets the other times. Please proceed to the postal service of cuts, where awaits the one who is.

Once, a hundred times. Without realizing. Shining. The Triumph of Royal Love in its box surprises with its high solubility in every being. The subjects are also entitled to victory since the triumph has led them here, in front of the highest step of the pedestrian. Do not break your habits, as we are generous and good subjects for your conversations.

Once, a hundred times. Without realizing it. Wild. Taking every direction and joining in the woods its principle by the law, we were up there listening to each other. Simply, you listen and you do not take notes because the unison grows by your growth.

Once, a hundred times. Without realizing. Calm. The vow of pure magic, the brides wait in the frame of past lives and idealized futures. The royal adage says that when this great vow reappears, one must believe in oneself for the other to receive this gift of true prophecy, not birthed by anything other than true love, king. You listen and you approve, you have no choice.

Once, a hundred times. Without realizing it. Bouquet. Symphony that captivated the kings and queens of old, here are the wishes placed in this inspired notebook that dictate our conduct. Written in the invisible ink of the heavens, the shades of the holy anointing are just a gear that gives time, the time to wait for you.

A royal basket. For the first time. Granted. To enchant is to charm, captivate, seduce, conquer. It enchants the charming sincerity to captivate the two ribbons of conquest of the charmed wood. Through the captivation of pure crystal, seduction presents a code conquering the connivance of these skies and enchants this daily fervor.

A Basket of Inspirations. First time. Granted. The Sacre takes place in this hall, with reflections of sunsets upon a hypostatic prose, fever healed. Alambic trickles in Cordélia's dial and gives this viol no reason to languish forever because the virtues of the ancient diaphanes are pale like the dew.

A Basket of Stories. First time. Granted. To be enthusiastic is to marvel, to be enchanted, to delight and to charm. Royal enthusiasm that astonishes all the synonyms and ecstasies of delightful freedom through the escapist charm. Confused amazement of the gleaming ecstasy, host who delights our brand charms. Ideal enthusiastic whisper...

A Basket of the leading lights. First time. Granted. Echoes of a Wish. To cherish the moment, to cherish the present held, infinite in our spaces. Reverberating in each, They are made to measure that no one can take, grasp its substantiality. Immortal, lace, the echoes are made of the most beautiful surroundings, intimate confection that inhibits, that gives true meaning to its eponymous serenity.

A Basket of Dreams. First time. Granted. Whispers of Infinitum are infinite through tenderness, cryptograms outlining their mutual tendencies. Mutual tendencies transforming into desire, into pleasure outline a royal cryptogram. A saying protecting valuable things in this world. Its fame is only initiated by its tenderness and vice versa, undefeated since always.

A Wicker Basket of Vermeil. A hundred times Spirit, Grant the Accord. The Court of Royal Wishes wishes them well and returns it kindly to all, prompt and loyal service letters. Born from the simple order of royal wishes, the court is also in the intimate circle a string of victories, only to be commanded. You stroll in the conclave and you cannot be lost.

The Ceremony of Shared Wishes is the moment to take the palm to the king. Since time immemorial, the reverse cannot tarnish, for here the perfection of form breeds such joy that it is shared subtly, with a delicacy appropriate to an unchosen subtlety. This takes place in four times, without asking why.

Become the Wedding Bard and sing the praises that ask to reveal their potential in the procession. A sublime refrain, a few lines thrown out, and the contests are only fine, amateurish seven times better than one. We are all waiting for them, these bards, these refreshed cupbearers by the real potential of the verb that acts.

The Promises in the Night are made at all hours, delivering each moment from any bad faith. To you. When you say what should not be said, the other will know that the real promise has thus become in its nature of good alloy. Always believing is anchored, no pressing need, and yet all these promises are there, waiting for their hours in the Fabularia.

The Dawn of a Union announces the new announcement, a tradition by month for the dawn to rise on this. The times when we were very young, it was enough to think about it. Tired of bohemia, the union announces itself through the accumulation of tirades left to chance that Providence will catch. That these eyes inhabit the body leaves me speechless. To no longer think and yet live as if it were long overdue, I cannot then I accept to live in you.

The Festival of Hearts, this famous carnival, these eminent connivances allow one to find the true self. We arrived at this conducive place and you were in the Oracle's wings, witnessing what cannot be grasped. What were you doing to surprise the thread of Ariadne when it should not have been? And yet, your family will thank you because it is under these conditions that hegemony can find subalterns, vectors of law.

The gifts from the newlyweds are drawn randomly and announced at the end of the banquet. A sacred draw, a suspended moment where magic happens. The gifts slipped in by your guests come to life in a moment of shared excitement. Mystery invites itself to 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 spark of generosity coming from the heart. But the lucky recipient does not know their treasure until the final reveal. Chance becomes an enchanted game, mixing joy, laughter, and emotion in a festive ritual. An extraordinary announcement at the end of the banquet. Reserved for celebrations where conviviality and complicity reign. A precious vermeil urn collects the wishes and gifts from guests, ready to amaze. Simple, elegant, and surprising, to create a shared memory among 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 race. The draw seals a joyful, funny, and tender moment, at the heart of your royal banquet.

The Troubadours of the Royal Heart sound the alarm. Be assured that all is well that ends well and begins! And here we lighten all fear to its negligible degree by the royal heart inviting the guests to come and gather. What more could there be than to be able to feel even more. To say what is necessary, to embrace.

Share Your Harmony. How? With What? Maintain your manners and you can make it happen. Knowing that it may be possible for this to happen can allow harmony to be shared in all its forms. What will you do when I'm no longer here? Will you wait for me until my grand return down here? Great is only he who carries, so without delay, come to me, for the moment is already engraved on this wall.

With a perfect invitation, everyone will be delighted to party. The proposed clues are plentiful and fulfilled. Writing this story is above all an act of authentic faith. The parties are thus linked by the global connivance now become and everyone has found the right person as provided by providence. Their eternal love is made of wonderful adventures and passion. You must help them in their quests, be imaginative, propose, let them live, give them all your gifts so that they shine with glory.

Through a poem, a neat little story, and any other benevolent saying, eternal union guides humanity. Calm, with wise hands and a light heart, you have a quest to accomplish, a royal seal to deliver before you. A dance, a prose that stirs with virtue, inspiration comes to you naturally. You know you are in cahoots, so express the inspiration that will guide the eternal union. Humanity is Written.

The court of wishes is a fair reward made up of very varied hymns on royal ideals, virtues of the kingdom. The court is beautiful with people we like, carefully selected even if they all inspire the wishes of the court as such. The sails rise on the idea that one day, all this will perpetuate from generation to generation like a time-honored tradition, anchored in time, valid in everyone's eyes.

Your royal dreams, dawn that rises over joy, that of receiving these echoes that grow, patiently. Once, now all these dreams, day and night, dream of the perfect idyll, glides on purity, undulations of tenderness between our united hearts. Your royal dreams, merge into the own reality; holiness, you owe a reverence.

I make the wish, the one of the Dawn. I make the wish, as at every moment. I make the wish in this mirror. The turn is accomplished by a wish formulated. The eminent ballad gives health and strength, bravery, courage, and the words of fabular are an oracle that gives everything automatically to the idyll like a wish formulated. Wedding in the silver sun illuminates its gem with an unbreakable depth; without grandiloquence, only in majesty for eternity.