It was part of their family heritage ever since her relatives remembered. But she was around to see it refurbished. The stone walls were whitened and reinforced and the interior completely renovated.
As a child, she pretended it was her castle and she was longing for her prince to come riding along on a white stallion.
Over the years, she stopped being so demanding though. He didn’t have to have a horse. And he didn’t have to be royal.
When she saw him approach, she realised that all that mattered was him being a decent person. And to love her.
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