The Princess yawned and stretched her back. Elisabeth looked at her sleepy face and chuckled. Poor Markus set up the fabric stall all by himself. Elisabeth's talent for weaving clothes was astonishing. She wove several batches of fabric in just a week, all by hand. The Princess embroidered the fabrics, giving them a unique beauty.
Markus frequently visited the city to sell fabric with the ladies, as he was a merchant. He would buy goods or sell goods along the way.
The money Heinrich had bestowed them went a long way and helped them settle down. If Heinrich had abandoned them, they would be starving right now.
Customers walked by, bought the goods, and left a few compliments. As the Princess occupied herself, Elisabeth observed her.
"You look happy," Elisabeth smiled, "What makes your lips connect the ends of your jaw?" She asked playfully.
The Princess looked back at her after attending to a customer, "Me?"
