Chapter 4
Time passed by so fast as Oscar and Carl adjusted their new life. Even though many things had changed, Oscar was very happy. She knew that Carl was the one for her. He had being so great all the time they had known. He knew her throughout, and he knew what would make her happy. And he never seemed to surprise…
One night Oscar was sitting comfortably under a warm and thick blanket sipping hot chocolate. She was astonished by the sight in front of her. She wasn´t that kind of a type to stop to look around and admire the beautiful surroundings, but this was just something…
"You´re warm?" he asked.
"Yes"
It was Christmas 1793 and her birthday. She had never experienced such a birthday before. This was something very different. This was her first time being outside France, she had never imagined going anywhere, but when her husband wanted to show her something amazing, she agreed to go on a trip with him. They would spend the Christmas and New Year here before returning home to France. And how she had thought she had seen everything…
Right in front of her opened a view so very beautiful; the night sky reflected different colors: red, violet, green and blue, that seemed to dance together. The sight was just like in a curtain in a gentle wind. And the snow under the sky was so abundant and so white. The night was so cold that when she exhaled it turned into fume. This truly was the edge of the world.
The reindeers in front of her sleigh stood all quiet. She had never sat on a sleigh sledged by reindeers. This was all new to her, but her husband Carl had experienced this already when he was growing up. His family had taken him far away from Stockholm, the city he had born in, to the quietness of the wilderness in the North of the realm. And he had fall in love with its beauty, and never quite forgotten about it. And now he wanted to share this with Oscar, his beloved wife and soul mate.
"We should head back " he said. He spoke fluent French, as he had learned it along with other nobles, and he was no worse than Fersen. Speaking French was only natural, since it was the language.
"Alright" Oscar agreed. Then she smiled as she touched her stomach…