Once upon a time, a man and woman fell in love. But such things cannot last. For the heart is a treacherous thing. And love, love is nothing more than a fairy tale.
I kneel before you not as a prince but as a man in love. But I would feel like a king if you, Danielle de Barbarac, would be my wife.
A cultivated woman, a woman of breeding and intelligence, can enrich a man’s life immeasurably. I have those things to offer and time doesn’t take them away. Physical beauty is a passing transitory possession but beauty of mind, richness of spirit, tenderness of the heart, I have all those things.
A husband being protective of his wife is one thing. A husband almost killing another man for touching his wife’s feet is something else.