Spring 1949. Many flowers and trees were already blooming in the large garden. The entire staff of the royal palace worked tirelessly. Many cooks worked in the kitchen preparing a sumptuous dinner, maids prepared the guest rooms and banquet hall, and gardeners trimmed the bushes into shape. In just a few hours there should be a celebration in honor of the king's birthday, at which his youngest daughter should also meet the duke's son.

My family arrived at the royal palace and we were met by the King, Queen, his eldest daughter and youngest. I bow to the king and queen, and also kiss the hand of the eldest and youngest princess. Looking into the eyes of the king’s youngest daughter, I tried to at least a little analyze what kind of person this was, because I was forced to spend the rest of my life with her. That's why I said in my courageous voice while looking at you

"It's a pleasure to welcome you, princess."