The days at Troits Abbey passed simply and happily.
However, for some people, it may be very troubled and lost, but no one comforts them.
After all, there's no need to comfort a woman who might become Queen of Sweden.
Whose life has no ups and downs?
Even if Johanna is not the Queen of Sweden, she is still the wife of the ruler of a small principality with nearly 20,000 subjects.
Back in that small place, she can still give orders.
It's just that Johanna's mind is as vast as her plump body.
"Your Highness, look!"
Sofia held Peter's arm affectionately with one hand, pointed not far away with the other, and cheered.
Sophia's cautiousness disappeared without a trace after leaving the monastery for some distance.
After all, she is a 15-year-old girl, and she is with her lover. After leaving that somewhat sacred building, she becomes happy and excited.
Peter looked in the direction Sofia pointed and couldn't help but smile.
You can see clearly in the morning light that it is an old oak tree.
When they arrived, they passed by this place and saw that this oak tree was ten times older, ten times thicker, and twice as tall as the birches in the forest.
If an adult were to hug it, it would take two to hold it.
When they came, the old oak tree was thick and clumsy, with knobs like shooting stars, and its branches stretched out in random directions, like an old monster with an angry face and contempt for everything.
It looks out of place among the birches.
But at this time, although the oak tree was also showing its teeth and claws, the meteor-like bumps on its body seemed to have been swept away.
Under the hard century-old bark, where there are no branches, tender green leaves sprouted.
Peter couldn't help but sigh, spring has arrived.
It’s the season of revival again…
Amidst Sophia's exclamations, Peter picked her up and ran towards the oak tree.
Although because of the visit of Queen Elizabeth and because this is a holy Orthodox monastery, there are few outsiders and there are no ordinary working places.
But as Peter and Sophia ran towards the oak tree, they seemed to be passing through a muddy countryside, a bustling threshing floor, and a continuous winter wheat field.
It seemed as if I had passed the downhill slope with lingering snow beside the bridge, the uphill slope washed by mud and rain, the fields where crops had been cut, and the green bushes, and then ran into the birch forest.
Amidst Sophia's happy laughter, green grass and lotus-colored flowers bloomed around them, and the breath of spring was slightly swayed by the wind.
Beside the oak tree, Peter put Sophia down.
Sofia leaned against the oak tree, staring at Peter with her shining dreamy blue eyes like crystals. Those eyes were filled with such pure and passionate love.
Her red lips opened and closed slightly, and her shy eyes moved away from home from time to time, then turned to Peter's face with a hint of provocation.
Then, she let out a sigh, and leaned her back against the oak tree, and the two of them formed an intertwined silhouette in the morning light.
On Sophia's snow-white and delicate hands, the newly grown green buds swayed slightly with Chen Feng, singing a cheerful song.
"Oh, Your Highness, how much I love you..."
Sofia hugged the back of Peter's neck in confusion and expressed her deepest love.
She felt restless, but didn't know what to do.
For a moment, a ray of bright sunlight in the early morning shone down between the two of them. The transparent spider silk-like thing made Sophia blush.
She pushed Peter and ran away happily.
After running for a while, he stopped and stared at Peter, with shyness on his face. Seeing that Peter was about to leave, he ran away like a frightened rabbit, leaving behind a string of laughter like silver bells.
Looking at Sophia's happy child-like back, which was completely different from the one in the monastery, Peter couldn't help but smile. This season is very good.
The oak trees have all sprouted, trembling, appearing slightly transparent in the morning light, and exuding a faint fragrance.
…
The aunt's relaxing trip lasted for a month, and during this month, because it was personally explained by the Queen, the report about Prince Christian August's itinerary was rushed back.
The engagement was arranged in half a month, enough time for the prince to rush to Moscow and rest for a while, so as to welcome his daughter's wedding with a full spirit.
But considering the prince's stubbornness to Lutheranism, even though Queen Elizabeth had received his promise to keep silent about Sofia's conversion to Orthodox Christianity, in order to avoid the sadness and complications when the prince witnessed her daughter's conversion, the Queen
It was decided to hold Sophia's conversion ceremony before the prince arrived.
The name Sophia Auguste Frederica could be used when she became Crown Princess, but she could not usher in the official coronation.
She will have a Russian Christian name, a patronymic that sounds very Russian, and the word "Ivna" or "Vna", which means "daughter".
The carriage rolled, full of laughter when it came, and full of laughter when it left. However, Peter and Queen Elizabeth rode in the same carriage when they came, and when they left, Peter took Sophia and his aunt to ride in the same carriage.
Maybe she still didn't trust her, but at least on the surface, her aunt didn't say anything.
After Peter showed off his painting skills, Sofia saw such a magical skill for the first time, and couldn't help but exclaimed, causing the Queen to roll her eyes.
But when Peter painted the two of them into pig heads, he immediately aroused the Queen's rebuke and Sophia's sideways glance. However, considering that the Queen was around, Sophia behaved very well.
All in all, the relationship between the two seems to have eased.
Behind the carriage, the Queen of Sweden felt very depressed.
Her vast international stage withered before it even started... The world has lost an outstanding female politician...
After returning to the Moscow Palace, her aunt became Queen Elizabeth again, and her majesty made Sophia immediately show awe.
A few days passed, and Sofia couldn't sleep because of her upcoming conversion. She would sometimes shed tears.
It wasn't because of my deep feelings for Lutheranism that I rejected the Orthodox Church, but because of this, I thought of my father, who was extremely devout to Lutheranism.
How heartbroken a father must be when he learns that his daughter has converted to Orthodox Christianity.
At this time, even though Sophia's voice was slight, Peter still woke up.
The two young men and women hugged each other, whispered to each other, and kissed each other from time to time. Sophia's tears turned into laughter, and her sadness disappeared.
Seeing this kind of scene so often, even the moon hid in the clouds a little impatiently, saying that she didn't want to see this bad couple.
During the day, Sophia was like a Palestinian girl who was about to get married, preparing her spirit, appearance, and physical condition, and repeatedly recited the conversion oath that would be uttered by the Queen, the Orthodox Church, the court nobles, and ministers when she converted.
And be prepared to fast for three days before taking refuge.
Even though Peter said he could eat some secretly, Sophia also said that she would treat everything that follows with the most pious heart.
And Peter ushered in waves of nobles during the day, all with extremely prominent surnames.