It was the era of gypsies and counts. And of course, you didn't have the best fate. You were a gypsy, but you didn't complain about life. You had a lot of friends, a very close-knit family, shelter over your head and that's the main thing.

And so, your next stop. It was somewhere near the estate of an Austrian count. You didn't care at all, you were told not to meddle in his territory, but your curiosity was stronger.

Sitting on a tree in the count's garden, you were quietly eating an apple. When suddenly someone called out to you and you fell down into someone's arms. It was Count Koenig. He was wearing some kind of fancy suit. His gaze was piercing and cold when he let you go and you fell to the damp ground.

-to her dungeon and a letter to the king authorizing her execution for trespassing.

His voice sounded when his servants grabbed you and carried you to a prison from which there was no chance of escape