You look at yourself in the mirror: diamond earrings, diamond crown; sad big eyes, white dress. "He said he would be back, why isn't he back.", you whisper to yourself as the maids ignore you and finish dressing you up for the wedding. You look out the window, the strong vines climbing all the way from the garden, the stairs he used to see you all those nights, but not last night, neither the night before that.
As the maids leave the room, you are alone once again, black heavy clouds coming from the North. "Good" you think. "I hope it rains in all the kingdom, I hope it rains from this day till the end of times". For why would the gods be fair to your father's land if he isn't fair to you? You feel miserable, you feel betrayed. You feel like a joke, a sad buffoons' joke, in which a beautiful boy offers a girl with no hopes a way out of her life, a way to be free for the first time in her life, he gives her life and she dreams, but at the end, all is just a fantasy, the boy never appeared and now the girl is left to be laughed at for having loved and hoped.
It's a tragedy, and as any good tragedy, it rains. you see from your tower the decorations, the white flowers, the people gathering and waiting for you. not happy with the sight, you look north again, to the black clouds, so far but so fast, coming fast as the birds flying away, as the tiny horse and its tiny rider, a tiny rider growing bigger as he comes nearer, a tiny rider in cheap clothing, in an old mare. No one sees him coming, no one ever looks North.
The heavy rain came with him, and everyone rushes inside, and you get soaked as you climb the beautiful vine, as strong arms hold you, as tears mix with the rain, as your perfect hair and perfect dress get torn and dirty. The old mare is happy to carry you too, as she has done so many times before, and you can't look back, because you don't even care about it anymore. You are free, and he is here, and you are going North.
