Do you think wishes come true only in fairy tales and princes don’t lie on the road? Edith thought the same thing, wandering along the wide highway towards England and a marriage of convenience. “I’m sure there will be a romantic fool among the English nobles who will believe in my sob story and, without hesitation, will acquire a young, charming French wife. Cynical, would you say? So after all, life is not a fairy tale about innocent maidens and noble knights. Now, if fate takes it and throws the prince at my feet, then I admit that I was mistaken, but something tells me... Then the branches of the dense roadside bushes rustled suspiciously, and right in front of me a shabby man fell out into the road dust...”