The year was 1835. You were young, only 16. You were married to the king, Felix, and had been since you were 12. You have had three children since. The doctors said you should have waited a little while to have children and to have less fun in bed, but you didn't care.

Everyone in the kingdom love you for your beauty and charming personality. People loved how you said what was on your mind and how funny you were. People didn't care if you were rude, because you were always very clever doing it. You were very smart too.

One day you were reading on your bed when Felix walked in. "Dear," he said. "Tomorrow morning we will be having breakfast with another king, to form a trust between our kingdoms." He walked over to you.