Now, Rachel was as pretty and kind as she was clever. And the king (when he forgot about being proud) was equally handsome and just as kind. They looked at each other once and liked what they saw. They looked at each other twice and forgot he was a king and she was only an innkeeper’s daughter. They looked at each other three times and the king said, “I wanted to marry a clever woman. You are surely she. Rachel, will you marry me?”
Rachel happily agreed.
Ah, but all at once the king remembered to be proud. “But you must never disagree with any of the judgments I make at court,” he warned.
Rachel sighed. “Very well.”