The stepmother and the daughter
The growing daughter
(Years later, after the good queen had died and the stepmother had moved into the castle...)
- Liliana! Where are you?! Where are you again??
- Here I am, mother!
In front of her, a tall young woman stood a little breathlessly, becoming more and more beautiful. A female body began to form above her long legs. Her thick, black hair was tied carelessly at the nape of her neck, one strand falling cheekily into her face. Heated red cheeks shone on her delicate, fair skin, her steel-blue eyes flashed, while her radiant smile stiffened at the sight of her mother.
The stepmother asked with a cold, threatening undertone in her voice:
- Where have you been ?
Liliana stared at the floor. The mother now spoke even more slowly:
- Again? Have you left the castle again??? You know I won't tolerate you hanging around with these servants - and the way you look again... I'll have these clothes burnt...!
Liliana wore Junker dresses, bloomers tucked into boots, and an oversized shirt knotted around her waist.
The urge for freedom and the hunter
She had once again persuaded the hunter, even begged him to take her with him on horseback on his tour through the forest. Finally, he had reluctantly agreed, because he knew that it could get him into trouble and even cost him his job. But she had promised him not to tell anyone. Years ago, when she was still a girl, he had taught her to ride. She loved horses, she loved galloping across the plains and feeling the fresh wind in her face!
- But mother...
- Nothing there! You should be ashamed of yourself! Go to your room and stay there! Do you understand? You will not eat with us tonight when your father comes with the entourage! You may only greet him briefly. I will have the dress you are to wear sent up. Afterwards you will immediately return to your room...!
- But Mother...!
- Don't argue! Go now!