FELICIA AND THE POT OF PINKS
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‘It is yours already, lovely Princess!’ he cried, taking her hand in his; ‘but for the horrible enchantment which kept me silent I should have told you long ago how dearly I love you.’
This made the Princess very happy, and the Queen, who could not bear to see her dressed like a poor shepherdess, touched her with her wand, saying:
‘I wish you to be attired as befits your rank and beauty.’ And immediately the Princess’s cotton dress became a magnificent robe of silver brocade embroidered with carbuncles, and her soft dark hair was encircled by a crown of diamonds, from which floated a clear white veil. With her bright eyes, and the charming colour in her cheeks, she was altogether such a dazzling sight that the Prince could hardly bear it.
