I did notice the goose, the way it waddled like it knew it belonged somewhere more than a set. History and romance usually feel like heavy wood, but a little forest magic can make the whole thing breathe, like a leaf catching wind. I’ve watched a few films where the quiet moments with animals carry the whole story, and I keep those memories tucked like moss on a stone. It’s not so much a romance as a gentle reminder that we’re all just part of a bigger, quieter tale.