Those two damned months passed swiftly, but somehow Isabella managed to keep standing. She kept doing her routine with the local ladies, now having formed her own entourage of sorts; everyone recognised her as the 'mother of the knight' after the carriage incident. It was widely known that only high-ranked knights had the capacity to send a noble carriage over to the outskirts of the Kingdom.
She had somehow become the spiritual leader of this small town now.
...
When his silhouette departed the carriage. The world seemed to have stopped for her. Isabella was there wearing that white dress that she received as a gift.
"I'll come for you in a month, Mr Constantine."
"Alright, Mr John. Have a safe journey."
It wasn't only his mother receiving him... the entire group of memories, the entire town wanted to receive their hero. But she was at the front. Her steps dragged her forward little by little until she ran; Impacting against his chest.
