Iris.
We quickly made our way to the gates of york. Andor did not come alone; he came with at least twenty men, scattered in different directions to stop any surprise attack.
"You look more beautiful than ever," said Andor.
I looked up and smiled at him. His hands were intertwined with mine as he urged me to move faster with his movements. I was glad that I never gave up. I knew that this day would come, and he would find me. Technically, I found him, but it did not matter as long as I was in his arms.
He had two guard everyone's horses. I counted, and if it were every man to his horse, there would not be anyone left for me to ride.
"Did you not bring an extra horse for me?" I asked Andor. "Or did you not have faith that you would find me?"
Andor laughed. "You are riding with me. I never want to let you out of my sight."
