"Oh! I'm so sorry,my dear. I know that was your mother's favourite". Her father said." It's... alright. What's done is done ".she said. ( I know I've never stopped a vision from happening before, but I had to try. For mother's sake. If only I could tell father... But if words of my vision s ever get out, I'd likely be branded a witch.) She thought. Despite being king of all of Carmelide, her father kneels to pick up the pieces of the vase himself, carefully setting them aside." I will see if I can find a glassblower to repair it. But I still owe you a gift."her father said.
He opens the wardrobe and pulls out a beautiful gown covered in lush embroidery. "Oh, father, that must have taken the tailors weeks to make." "You deserve to impress your betrothed,my dear. And all of Camelot, when they meet the woman who is to become their queen!"he said." I fear it will get muddied on the rideto Camelot...but thank you for thinking of me. I will take it along with me on my ride." She pulls her father into a hug, and he holds you for a moment, gently parting your back. "Then I suppose there is no putting it off any longer. Would you allow an old man to walk you to the gates one last time?" her father asked . I would insist on it, she replied.
Servants, nobles and commoners gather around the gates of Carmelide's keep as her father escorts her to a cluster of mounted guards. "Travel safely,my dear. And whatever you face in your new home.. Never forget that you the princess of Carmelide. And never let them forget it ."he said. "I won't ". I replied back. With her guards beside her,she ride for days down dusty roads,more peaceful than they have been since your childhood,and bustling with other riders.