A past memorySummary: After Princess Anwen of Cebryn watches her lover Cefin marry another, she reflects on whether following duty or desire is better.
"It is better this way," said the handmaiden of Princess Anwen, as she placed a hand on the princess's shoulder.
Instead of allowing her comfort, the princess stood up and walked away. “Leave me.”
The handmaiden let go and bowed before leaving the Princess’s quarters.
Once the room retained a silence as similar inside the temple of Azur, tears rolled down Anwen’s cheek. She tasted misery. She pushed a strand of golden hair away from her face. I’ll never be with him. That is my fate, she thought.
She walked to her window with the curtains tied to the sides. She looked down below. The wedding feast within the town square had not ended even though the sun was beginning to set. The town square was covered with flyers of blue and yellow and white. Couples were laughing, dancing, and holding hands while the music