We left them and went back to bed. Marie met us at the top of the stairs. I whispered to her:

"Marie, did you hear? The Swedish people want Jean and me to be their next king and queen. The people chose us, Marie. We shant be like Joseph and Julie."

A big tear rolled down her face. Then Marie, my sweet old Marie, curtseyed deeply in front of me.

I lay down and shut my eyes, but I couldnt sleep. Nor could Jean.

"Why did they call you Charles?" I asked him.

"Charles is a royal Swedish name," he explained. "One day I shall be King Charles the fourteenth. And you are now the Crown Princess Desideria."

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