The queen had never been so pleased in her self to here the news a storm crowed in she had took to the cliff were in the storm she sat and prayed for shazir to come home and in that a hurd of people were pulling off in the distence to grow close to the castle they were following a brave tall man and she new then her king was home
she ran to him as fast as her self would let him and as she listend to his words she whisperd to him
I hope i did you proud my king i hope you never leave again i love you
she bluterd it all out at once and forgot her self in the moment as the peasnts looked to there new queen wet through and like a child lost in a toy store her face in awe.
as she pulled her self back to the real word she looked to the men stood around whispering
Please stop your gossip men we all love one time in our life but for now we return to the hall and feast for the king is home
with that she looked up to him and proudely said
Welcome home my king my love