That evening, Princess made an exception and allowed Brand to take her for a walk on the outer walls of the port.
The Half-Elf Princess gazed into the distant forest edges and bay under the sunset-stained golden clouds. She looked quietly, without uttering a word, her vision reaching the horizon's end, where sunlight formed a golden thread.
The place she stood was exactly where her ancestor Eck stood a thousand years ago.
As they descended the city tower, the Princess softly said 'thank you' to Brand, her voice so light and subtle that Brand almost doubted hearing it.
Yet, regardless, he remembered the Princess's gleaming eyes when she was gazing afar. She must be proud, or else those cloud-reflecting, shimmering golden eyes wouldn't hide such excitement.
This wasn't the King of Erune, but the Princess who loved this land the most.
