The star of King Boris E-Book

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• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Seitenzahl: 59

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An inexpressible emotion could be read on the king's face. Her gaze enveloped the young girl so pale, visibly weakened by many material deprivations and moral sufferings, but still retaining her delicate beauty, her patrician grace, and above all the incomparable charm, the admirable radiance of her gaze. "Why didn't you tell me?..." he murmured. The first duty of a sovereign is to help his subjects in embarrassment.... I'll talk to my mother about you, she'll come to you and you'll confide in her. You'll see how good it is! Certainly, she will soon find a way to fix all this.

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Through the wide open windows, the June sun entered the study room, large room with light curtains, the furniture made of pale yellow wood, veined with pink; he slipped on books and booklets covering the worktable and had light blond curly hair and beautiful face of the young king of Esthénie applied to solve a difficult math problem.

A quiet lay nearby. During his stay at Castle Volaïna, King Boris - the student the most studious of his kingdom, said the courtiers - always came to work in the pavilion placed at the edge of the park, near the forest he loved passionately. This young ruler of sixteen was already remarkably instructed and showed a serious early, which in no way undermined, however, to the gaiety of his age in the privacy of his family and his companions set.

In the next room, the Governor of His Majesty, General Doubrekto, immersed himself in reading a recent military tactics Treaty. All study a thrilling strategic issue, he forgot his royal pupil, the recreation time had come for a few moments.

But the young ruler had victoriously solve the given problem, and, looking up at the cartel hung in front of him, he gave notice that it was time to change clothes for the planned horse riding with friends .

He closed his notebook and rose quickly. The sun, bad courtier, struck him in the face, forcing him to drop his eyes, those big black eyes so beautiful and proud, but also so sweet when he wanted, who had the heart of his subjects and were tell an old soldier complimented by him on a share of state: "for a look of my little king, I will do much in the dozen! "

He stepped into the wooden gallery, garlanded with roses, overlooking a path bordering the forest, very little used outside the rangers and loggers. The sound of voices came to the king's ears: broken body, tremulous and childish tone, a gentle harmonious.

Boris leaned ... At the edge of a path stood a bent old woman, pathetic, dressed in rags. On land, near her, had slipped a heavily filled bag, judging by appearance. Opposite the poor woman had just stopped a little girl of about ten years, wearing a white coat well. His face ruddy delicious, beautiful brown curls framed, expressed a burning compassion, his voice trembled with emotion by asking:

- So, poor woman, you do nothing, nothing to feed your children?

- Nothing, absolutely, my little lady! A good soul, although not rich herself, handed me a paper entitling me to pick the city a potato sack. I come ... but it's too heavy for me, I can not go on! ... And yet, my grandchildren are waiting for me, they are hungry ... I'll try again ...

She bent, trying to lift the bag ... The small child's hands tried to help. But their united forces were not sufficient ...

The poor woman, with a heart-rending groan, dropped on the floor too heavy burden.

- It will therefore leave it there ... And eat my little helping ... O Virgin, have mercy on us!?! cried the unfortunate, clasping her hands.

Unconsciously, the child had made the same gesture ...

- Oh ! If I only had a little money! But I have nothing ... nothing! She said desolately.

His gaze, rising mechanically, fell on the gallery; he saw the young man leaning on the railing and seeming to listen and watch carefully ... The big dark blue eyes, which shone ravishing sweetness and the most delicious candor, shone under the impulse of a sudden idea. ..

The child came forward and held out her little apron of a spontaneous and charming movement.

- Charity, please! She said pleadingly, pleading accentuated the expression of her look irresistible.

The king smiled, his hand quickly slipped into his pocket and grabbed her purse. With skill, he began to run one by one, in the apron of the child, all the gold it contained ...

- Oh ! All this! ... all of it! stammered the little girl choked with joy.

She took the pieces and put them in the hands of the old woman who watched, amazed ...

- For me ... for me? murmured the poor woman.

- Yes, for you! Now your little ones will have bread with this man so good ...

And, rising again to his gallery radiant look, she said with a charming smile:

- Thank you, oh! Thank you sir ! God bless you.

Boris stretched out his hand, he plucked a purple roses that adorned the gallery and threw it, so deftly, she came to stand in the dark curls of the child.

- Pray for the king, little dove! he said with an excited smile.

The child had recoiled, his face flushed ...

- King ... Are you ...?

- Yes, the king himself, very happy to have been there to help one of his subject in trouble ... Well You émotionnée's all, little girl! You would I fear, by chance?

He laughed gaily, leaning between the foliage of roses.

The child clasped hands.

- Fear? Oh ! No, you are too good for that! ... And I'm so glad to know the king!

- Really ! Why, child?

- I heard it was so beautiful, so kind and so good ... And I see now that it's the truth!

The flattery of all kinds had never missed the young sovereign, but none had caused him pleasure comparable to naive compliment escaped sincere mouth of this child to look bright, shyly admiring.

- Thank you, little girl, he says, laughing. And you, who are you ?

- My name HELENI, I live on the edge of the forest, in a small house called Maison aux Lilas.

- Heleni ... Are you Greek race?

- Yes, my grandfather was Greek, and my uncle Hippias Lenio aunt too.

- You no longer have your parents?

- No, I'm an orphan long time, because I did not know them, she said wistfully.

- Poor little ... well! I will pass on horseback on the side of your house, I will stop and you introduce me to your family. My mother is Greek and I love his countrymen.

- I'm going to pray to Our Lady of Victorious to your Majesty, said the child momentum.

- Yes, pray for me! A king needs it more than any other ... And will you ask Our Lady, small HELENI?

Within seconds, the child thinks, his surprisingly deep look up to the young sovereign.

- Let her keep the king as it is now! She said a little grimly.

- It is also the prayer of my mother, the king said emotionally. Thank you, Heleni, and goodbye.

Before the ivy framed door was standing, the cigar in his mouth, a tall man, very handsome face despite the deep wrinkles digging, with long hair, deep black, strewn son of money.

As the child passed him, he lowered toward her dark eyes, very hard and of singular acuity. His gaze fell on the pink qu'Héléni carefully clutched between her fingers.

- Where does this flower? He asked in a brief tone.

Shyly, she looked up at him ...

- Grandfather, it is the king who gave it to me.

- The king !

Stephanos had jumped, a frightening fury upset expression his face. He suddenly grabbed between his nervous fingers frail wrist HELENI.

- Where did you see ... What did you tell him ...?