Annabelle walked down the halls of the castle, her mind somewhere else. His eyes stared at the beautiful ornaments and paintings that were installed, lined up along the hallway. Not to admire her beauty, because only a blank look can be seen from her eyes.
Her silk dress fluttered in the wind, her hair fell beautifully like golden threads growing on her head. Everyone admired her beauty, but Annabelle doubted her if she had to compete with a royal princess. Only one hold, if she had to trust her husband.
Her feet stepped up the stairs of the tower, her favorite place. From there she could gaze at everything he wanted. The beautiful scenery, the forest that stretched out, the river that coiled like a snake and the appearance of the castle where she lived, she could see. It was there that he seemed powerful, able to keep an eye on everything from above.
