So much to see

"Sorry, I'm late-"

Just out after practice- heading to the garden-

The smell of sweat- masked by the evergreen winter garden-

As usual-

To meet her-

"Surely you jest your highness-" Beautiful smile- Chuckle- giggle-

And idle talk.

'I'm dreaming?'

Our garden-

Winter flowers-

Just the two of us-

Drinking tea-

Talking-

Smiling-

Giggling-

Bliss…

'Oh, that day-'

This was the day-

I got rejected….

Or rather- the woman of my dreams had left me for my brother- just so she could be queen-

"I'm sorry but I'm getting engaged with prince Juerd-"

One after another-

"This is good bye-"

The barrage-

"I hope you can find happiness- without me…"

And yet- 

Her image slowly faded-

Replaced by ink-

Her voices warped- 

Replaced by naught-

I didn't fault her-

I didn't hate her-

Not anymore.