She was still reluctant to use the Mirror much then, having it warning her repeatedly about the danger of using too much of its magic.

No suitor was suitable. She wanted more money and title, not to marry beneath her! Unfortunately, it appeared her latest husband's title wasn't enough to grant the attention that she wanted.

Several years passed. She had turned twenty-six and would soon be completely broke. It wasn't a situation she enjoyed at all. She had had her fun, but enough was enough.

Just when she was about to give up the good old way and go back to the Mirror though, she met him. Her third husband. He was a fool. And ugly. Seventeen years old and he trembled like a sickly old man, red hair and freckles all over his gaunt face, protuberant nose and claw-like fingers tightening in anxious fists over his chicken-like legs.

He was also rich and one of the most priced bachelor there was. It was whispered that as the only heir of the Duchy, he was also a competitor for the throne since the king and queen had no heir thus far.

It was easy to sweep him off his feet. Clementianna only had to mention how she knew what it was like to be bullied because of one's hair color and he was practically begging for her to marry him. She played the innocent and blushed prettily, assured him that she felt as in love with him as he was with her and the deed was done.

The wedding was finally something that was appropriate for her person. The little rich boy lavished her with the attention she deserved, and Clementianna couldn't be happier. She had not one, but three maids fussing around her to prepare her hair and make-up on her wedding day. Everything was as it should be; she was the most beautiful she ever was.

As she walked down the aisle, clutching tightly her bouquet, her smile was as radiant as her dress, and the eyes of all the assemble were on her. A soft breeze was blowing through her veil, the sun made her red hair glow and even a bird seemed fit to sing at the exact right time for it to feel even more magical.

Then her husband-to-be turn back to her, revealing his smiling face and unequal teeth. He looked as happy as she was about five seconds before. Her own smile was caught in her throat. So, maybe not everything was perfect. She still had to marry this hideous boy, but she'd had it worse. Still, she hoped that her fourth wedding would happen with a man she would actually be attracted to, not someone she just wanted for his money and nobility. A handsome man with looks matching her own for example.

The ceremony was a grandiose affair, something she could even remember fondly if she erased any memory of the grasshopper that was standing next to her. They even had had a banquet afterwards during which she managed to have fun, far away from her third husband who didn't attend after an unfortunate spoiled chicken ended up in his plate.

Yes, it was a rather good wedding. The only problem was that with such a young husband, finding a way to get rid of him became problematic. He didn't enjoy hunting, preferring his books to the outside, and as sickly as he looked he was healthy like a horse. What was she supposed to do, make a bookcase fall on him?

It must have been a pretty good idea since no one questioned it when it inopportunely happened.

Clementianna figured asking the Mirror for another little push really wasn't much.