“Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe.” ” There once was a moon, as beautiful as can be, only the stars could fathom, but the sun could not see. The sun so radiant, he burns so bright.
Richard knew his heir would need to know far more than how to wield a sword. He taught her strategy on the battlefield as well as making sure there were provisions on reserve to feed the army in wartime.
Phoebe Anna Traquair Michaela chimed in with a comment "Not by Klimt "The Victory" but Panel 4 of "The Progress of a Soul" Silk, gold and silver thread embroidery on linen. National Gallery of Scotland by Phoebe Anna Traquair,