Sometimes in the darkest nights, under the bright veil of stars, a dim lamp shone in the room of the gem-studded marble palace. While the Palace slept in silence, no one noticed the gems on the walls, designed to be trees, flowers and shrubs, shine in the light of the lamp like the trees of heaven. It is then that the magic worked in her heart. She would stare at them and imagine how slowly, in the flickering light, they seemed to come alive one by one, swaying in the breeze gently around her. The flowers smelled of a mixture of jasmine, tuberose, and tulips. The shrubs whispered in the wind. In the palace of stones. The imagination made a garden of Eden for the Princess. She sat in a throne under the open sky, surrounded by flowers, forming a canopy over her head. The walls around her, the cold white marble, seemed to have fallen as the wind brought the freshness of the open gardens with it. Once again, the Captive Princess felt free of her chains. Her chains of reality. Somewhere far off in the hills, perhaps she heard a horse neigh. The dream of gardens and fountains broke in dismay. She stared at dawn with a sigh, for the walls rose like a fortress around her again. But this time, someone came running to tell her it wasn't just a dream after all.
"He is here."
Her heart skipped a beat." He is at the vineyards."
The Princess now closed her eyes. In the Eden of her dreams, under the fountain, she found herself sitting on the throne. Beside Him. It was time to finally meet.
© Suranya
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