Two hands together like before. Fire behind us. Gazes that crossed each other. Eye to eye, side by side. As we slowly walked backward. Farther from each other. I glanced back one last time and caught a glimpse of your sword as you disappeared into the darkness. It was almost impossible to believe that just last week we were betrothed. That week was dreadful until I got lost in your brown eyes, and my blue dress flew over the ground as the world around us blurred. It was a moment of you and me where no one could intrude. I was a broken princess, and you were a broken prince. We were two pieces colliding. After that one day, everything changed. We got married, and I became the queen of your kingdom. Your people were wonderful and embraced me warmly. A few months later, I turned 21, and everything I loved crumbled. A civil war erupted in the kingdom to the left of yours, and we had to fight. It didn't make it any better that I fought for our family because the little being in my belly was growing by the day. You fought with a sharp sword in the foreground while I stood at the back with a bow and arrow on a strong steed. Your army split and went to battle while you gave me one last kiss. Two hands together, fire behind us, and gazes that crossed each other. Eye to eye... side by side as the wind whispered my name.
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