Underneath a huge willow tree just outside the fence of the castle that had always been prepared for the visiting royalty of Trago, Neriah sat in the arms of her husband. His back pressed upon the tree and hers upon his chest. It was a calm afternoon, it even seemed like a blessed one.
Everything in nature seemed to acknowledge and accept their love for each other. The sun was shining for them, not too hot, just the right temperature. The wind blew, not too strong or too soft, it was just right. The birds that nestled on the willow tree even sang sweet songs, not too loud, or too low, it was just the right volume.
And as they sat together, he teased her and she pouted, then he would appease her with sweet words and she would blush. They kissed, and they laughed, and they loved and they seemed blessed.
