Charlotte

"...if you had opened your window that night from the castle, you would have enjoyed a true spectacle. She was standing beneath the vastness of the sky, just a sliver above the grass, brushing against it with a generous thin dress, barefoot. Swinging her hips and putting her arms up, she was getting into a tender dance, caressing the flower buds, brushing the ground, the tree barks and the wet leaves of the night."