After the events of this week, it only seems appropriate to share this one again… In 1848, I was living in Hungary—or what was then Hungary. That was the year people across Europe finally imagined […]

After the events of this week, it only seems appropriate to share this one again… In 1848, I was living in Hungary—or what was then Hungary. That was the year people across Europe finally imagined […]
“I was a very spoiled girl,” I told her. By the time I was 13, I had already noticed how the men looked at me differently. It bothered me at first—that they dared be […]
There once was a girl of grace and beauty who lived in a grand old house full of marble and gold with an army of servants who dressed her and fed her and shooed her […]
I’m not sure I could impress upon you the effect this nameless boy had on me. After being flung by tragedy from all that I had known, from high nobility and a life without care, […]