Running up the hill to the castle Helen brightened as the sun gleamed on the blue rooftops. Early in the morning dewdrops sprinkled on the face of the woman destined to be married in four days. If true love were real and if true love were fair they would together in more than one air.

Atriums of hallways led to the main hall. Inside Helen walked towards the portrait of the family, out of breath and deep in thought she stared at the great grey eyes of Jope the Son of the King.

In the Kingdom there were plenty of places that could serve as the meeting place for the Prince and his wife to be.