End of Exile

The cup of tea sat on the table losing more heat with each passing second. This was not the royal tea she had grown acustomed to. Instead it was a peasants tea in a dull small cup. A woman stood outside away from the cup. Her brown hair was down and and her green eyes were lifted towards the sky. Only a person of high rank or nobility would dare to bold enough to do something so mad. The clouds were coming in and the weather was cooling. The brown sleeveless sundress she wore blew in the oncoming wind. Soft brown dirt crunched under her barefeet.

"Come to me. You know you want to." She whispered.

"No." A defiant male voice responded. The wind whipped around her feet.

"Oh come now, we both know you are lying to yourself." Still she whispered and giggled to herself. A royal lady doesn't giggle in polite company. But her rank was no more and he was not polite.

"You have nothing left to offer. You gave me your right to rule. Then you gave up your wealth and finally your kingdom." The rumble of his response came with the rumble of the thunder.

"You have not taken my life, my soul or my heart. All three are still out of your reach." She said into the wind around her.

"They are only out of my reach because of your promise, dear one." A crack of lighting hit the top of a hill.

"How can you say you love me when all you do is take?" She screamed as tears fell down her face. Dignity had fallen from her stance. Her time in exile had loosened her rigidness.

"You still have a beauty I have not seen in ages. This is a beauty beyond your skin." A nearby branch fell off a tree onto the dirt.

"Please, you have to ..." And these were the last words she spoke. In an instant her soul was transported to her home realm. The realm where he was. She looked around in shock at what she saw. Surely none of what she was seeing was the truth.