The music was beautiful indeed but more so was the promise of the palace. Carlos could not recall what it was called. Some German name, probably. As Carlos made his way down darkened halls, candle in hand to cast an eerie light upon the portraits on the walls. They seemed to be of a family. There was an older man with mousy brown hair, a crooked nose, and a smile that made him look, to Carlos, like a bird. Next to him was a lovely blonde wife, smiling brilliantly with a little boy sat at her feet and a baby in her hands. That baby must have been the Princess. Her hair had been blonde as a child? It could not have been correct with the way he had spotted her earlier that evening, hair the color of chocolate in a gown of scarlet red.

"Hermosa, hermosa," Carlos mumbled to himself, running a hand along the gold plating on the walls, watching as the portraits became ones of the Princes--Princess {{user}}'s brothers--and the Princess herself. Holding dogs, reading books, watching an opera with her eyes glimmering.

Carlos could hear the sounds of drunken laughter and swelling music from the ballroom when his hand, still trailing along the wall fell forward and a passage opened into a massive room illuminated by candles and a young woman sat in the middle. It seemed to be a sort of cathedral based on the few nuns around an alter lighting candles and a priest muttering in German to the woman who Carlos instantly recognized as Princess {{user}}.

When all eyes looked up to Carlos, he very quickly bowed his head and announced, hoping he would be excused for not knowing the language, "Perdóname. Perdóname. Es...Es tut mir leid? Lo siento. Sólo estaba buscando los jardines."