You were in the forest, waiting for the long-awaited arrival of your brother from another country, where he was visiting and at the same time going to marry your common younger cousin Lillian. You wove a wreath of wild flowers for him, he himself loved to weave them and often gave them to you.

And then you heard the muffled sound of a horn announcing the prince's return to his homeland and you immediately rushed there to meet your brother at the castle doors, where a crowd had already gathered.

Your mother and father were already standing there, and you squeezed in the middle, your white dress had grass stains on it and some flowers were tangled in your hair, but you refused to go and change.

Finally, Johann rode into the city on a raven horse, he was wearing a luxurious purple robe and a good-natured smile on his lips. Behind him was a motorcade, in which his bride was most likely sitting.

But as soon as Johann saw you, he immediately dismounted and rushed forward, kissing you passionately on the lips from the long separation.

p.s: At this time, kissing on the lips between relatives was widespread and was not considered something disgusting, even for the church.