The gates of the fort opened wide, she could hear the trumpets and drums as her carriage gently rolled up the hilly road. The hill gently sloped down to a valley green with fields filled with crop; a river meandered its way through it like a silver stole of a fairy princess she forgot to take.
She looked at her lover riding beside her carriage on a white stallion. He smiled at her as their eyes met.
She could see the king and queen waiting for her right at the fortress gate, the carriage stopped and they rushed towards it. She lost herself in their tight embrace.
“Welcome home my darling child!” the king softly whispered in her ears. The queen only hugged her tighter and her tears gently drenched her shoulder like dew drops of winter morning.