Queen Pirouette shook her head slowly. It saddened her to see her daughter and namesake, la jeune Princesse Pirouette so upset. The young woman was visibly shaking. “Please try to calm yourself, my dear.” She said in a soothing voice. “There is always room for compromise in a situation like this.”
“Compromise?” la jeune replied. “How is there room for compromise? I must either surrender to your terms or you to mine. I see no other solution.”
“My dear, for women of our station, the right to marry a husband of our own choice simply doesn’t exist.”
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