When she was gravely ill, my beautiful wife, my treasure and my joy, said to me, “If you wish to marry again after my death, take no one who is not as beautiful as I am. Her hair must be as golden as mine. Promise me.”
Then she died.
Did she mean my eyes to fall on my daughter? Because they did.
The Incestuous King in Allerleirauh, Grimms. Illustration by H.J. Ford.