The royals were trysting high on the castle battlements on the very day the first breath of southern desert winds fulfilled the promise of spring at last."They want to see you, you know. They miss their queen."
"Yes." Sadness lingered in the trembling twist of her brave, sweet smile.
His hand rose to frame her cheek, gentle and hesitant. "A village stroll, then?" he asked. "I'll be there, right beside you."
Her slow, upward gaze was a revelation of eyes brilliant with unshed tears. "Yes."
A fresh beginning, perhaps, but the memory of winter anguish would not soon fade.
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