In the waters of the North Sea, between England and Denmark, there is the Sun Island. Its territory has long been divided into twelve kingdoms. The island is rich in fertile lands, clean waters and a variety of minerals. The people who inhabit it do not know what hunger and poverty are. In any case, foreign guests saw the island as a place of prosperity. Unfortunately, the central lands belonging to the kingdom of Tartarus, accurately cursed, have long suffered from adverse weather conditions and lack of proper alliances. They do not even have access to the sea. The proud king and his frivolous wife recklessly wasted food supplies and treasury, ruined relations with every kingdom of the Sun Island. They have rejected the timely help offered by the rulers and are now reaping the fruits of their stupidity. The people of the kingdom of Tartarus have been subjected to godless extortion, oppression, pressure and the birth of hatred. At first, the poor people mourned the king, but he cleverly turned the truth inside out, threw away the guilt and made the people turn against the fragrant kingdoms. He planned to declare war on everyone and swallow the whole island. But the story is not about a shaky tyrant who chose cruelty, dared to believe in the victory and rightness of his rotten soul, but about the beautiful and true love.
The tall white doors, covered with intricately tangled monograms, opened, and the threshold was crossed by a young girl. Loud calling sweet and sound music, which filled the wide and light ballroom of the palace, wrapped her skin goosebumps of genuine delight, like a silk cape. Cornflower eyes happily opened in the raging in the heart of euphoria before the festivities unfolded. Light, restrained, but eager to escape in open admiration, a gentle smile drew charming dimples on the girl's porcelain face. In the gold of long hair played with mother-of-pearl thread of pearl beads that cried them gracefully and unobtrusively. The girl stepped forward. The magnificent dress shone with the luxury of gemstones, which fully, but without excess, decorated the corset of light peach dress.
- Her Highness, Princess Madeleine, heiress of the kingdom of Vesper, loudly announced the appearance of the belated beauty of herald.
The girl sat down in an elegant curtain. The guests, who were filling the hall, were blurred in courteous smiles and bows of greeting. Having ceased to be an object of attention of the society, Madeleine breathed air deeply and joyfully, having made her chest clutched with a tight corset to rise and fall up seductively, and finally smiled sincerely and broadly. After a couple of moments, a butterfly fluttered to her in a light, seemingly weightless dress embroidered with silk flowers, because of the splendor of the skirts. She was the mistress of the palace where the celebration took place, Princess Ursula, heiress of the Kingdom of Trivia. The girls made friends at an early age. Princesses adored visiting each other, especially on holidays, when everything around was plunged into a joyful round dance of smiles and bright guests. As we got older, balls allowed us to make new acquaintances, immerse ourselves in dancing, which filled us with amazing emotions, and learn new funny gossip. Princesses have long reached the age when they were supposed to elect a husband. Ursula, a lover of French novels, believed in unearthly love, waited for her like thunder from a clear sky and waited. She fell in love once and for all with Prince Maximilian, heir to the kingdom of Tellus. But Madeleine, though she dreamed of a deep feeling, like any young lady, could not choose her fate among those who were represented in the future husband's concerned parents. One nose seemed too long, the other buttons were torn by nature on a round stomach, the third and the neck sparkled brighter than the sun. Of course, the rulers were looking for their daughter's party based on their interests did not dare to pressure her to make a final choice. To confess, Madeleine liked the endless matchmaking not only because the countless compliments made her blossom from the inside, and a series of kisses and sweet speeches over and over again circled the head of a dope, but also because she never felt what with such delight told Ursula. Her heart couldn't open up to any of the men, and it was burdensome and doubtful.