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Herbert  was happy. Reason for this happiness was a young  Frenchman named Enjolras. He was blonde and  pretty,  with fair cheeks and blue eyes, and he had ended in their magnificent castle  after some badly ended June rebellion.  Herbert didn´t really care  - he spoke perfect French like all Transylvanian aristocrats,  but he was not interested  about politics.  He smiled when Enjolras wandered to the library, took the ancient books from the shelves and read them in bed, but he loved to decorate Enjolras´blonde hair with pink satin ribbons and fake flowers  and think how beautiful Enjolras would be in the midnight ball.  Wonderful  Sabena R