Siegfried's footsteps echoed down the castle hallway. The place was still cold; it would take a few more months before human presence could warm it up again. Letting his eyes drift along the wall, he viewed the woven tapestries that decorated his home. He had been gone for several years, and they all seemed new to him. Each one told a different story, the elegant thread weaving a picture of some time long past or of an event that never occurred.

Slowing, he stopped in front of one, steadily gazing at it, the cloth wavering slightly from the draft of the hall. Unlike most of the other hangings, this one was far more abstract, not having a clear timeline or idea. It was a soft golden color which shimmered each time it moved; the edges were lined in an elaborate design of swirls and loops, which seemed to form hundreds of tiny wings. As for the picture it's self, it was organized chaos. In it's center was a woman in a white dress and watery blue eyes, her arms melting into outstretched wings. Around her were three others; a knight in tattered armor to her right, a dark haired maiden in black to her left, and a prince with a fair face above her. More abstract designs connected them in bright green, blue, and purple. Everything else in the design consisted of smaller versions of these characters interacting, though it never seemed clear what their relationships were with each other. Siegfried got a different story each time.

And every time, it was his story. Their story.

"...her story," he whispered, his eyes never leaving the gentle gaze of the winged maiden at the tapestry's heart. Somehow he always ended up like this; frozen in place, staring at her as he passed by.

"Mytho, there you are. I was wondering where you were."

His wife's voice breaking Siegfriend's trance, he turned to look at her; she really was lovely, even now, when he wasn't dressed up. Her wild hair that normally framed her soft featured face was pulled up into a pony tail and her curves were hidden by an outfit that he suspected she had stolen from his wardrobe. A gentle smile formed on his face.

"Sorry, Rue."

Moving next to him, her hand intertwined with his and she brushed her lips against his.

"Staring at the picture again, hm?"

Crimson eyes dancing playfully, she looked up at the woven hanging as well. The two remained silent for a moment before Rue spoke again in a hushed tone.

"...I miss them too."

Smiling sadly, Siegfried, or Mytho as he had been called the years he went missing, casted his gaze to the side. Letting out a sigh, he looked at her again, his smile now cheery.

"Come, let's go before Nathan sends out a search party for us."

Rolling her eyes in response, Rue tugged on Mytho's hand.

"If you say so; I think a little excitement would be good for the old coot." Chuckling, Mytho followed after her with a shake of his head.

"I think having you around is excitement enough for him."

His queen's own laughter bouncing off the walls, the once prince, now king, glanced back at the tapestry. The blue eyes seemed to be following him, looking as if they might cry. Tearing his eyes away he thought, 'It's not her. Just a picture.' And yet the orbs remained in his mind, tears of forced happiness spilling from their gentle gaze.

Mytho gripped Rue's hand tighter. Blinking, she looked back at him, a small smile on her lips.

"I love you, darling."

There was a small jab at his heart as he smiled back.

"...I love you too."