Too late
The Prince Henrick was young, kind, deeply in love and equally unhappy. His own brother – the one who made Henrick part his lady – wanted to kill him, erase him from the face of Earth. Being a coward, he ordered other people did the dirty job for him. In spite of the fact that Henrick was loved by people, those men had to oblige. The shot the Prince, but didn’t have a heart to kill him. “He shall not die,” they said. The irony of the situation was that they had shot him first and then decided to let him be. It is better to think before doing something.
Like a queen
Miranda’s beauty was the main reason why “men of quality” paid her visits on a daily basis. To look at her was a refined type of pleasure and there was no one who would refuse to spend at least several minutes in her company. There would be no need to mention that flattery and constant attention did her no good, for was such a powerful ego boost that she failed to handle it. Her apartment was “like the presence-chamber of a queen, always filled with greatest people.” The irony was that Miranda – though nominally – was a nun.
A line between love and hate
Miranda thought that she was in love. She couldn’t stop thinking about Henrick, he became a center of her universe and her mind was occupied only by him. Miranda dreamt, suffered, tried to find a way to express the variety of feelings she had. The irony was that Miranda’s love wasn’t love at all, she confused it with obsession. As soon as she understood that Henrick wasn’t going to succumb to her charms, she decided to ruin his life. She was ready “either force” him to lover her or make him “die.” His unwillingness to “answer” her “flame” kindled hatred in her heart.
