In the courtyard.
It's where they met, the beginning and the end of it all. This time, once again, blue eyes interlocked. Young childhood memories of the bright spring day overshadowing the dark past. They had been through so much, yet still had a lifetime ahead of them.
They shared their first kiss in the courtyard, illuminated by the half-moon on a starry night as they whispered loving words into the pointed ears of the other whilst leaves fell about them. A fall breeze blew, taking with it the innocence of childhood and bringing something more.
He had proposed. In the courtyard on a cool winter's eve, snow lightly falling, frozen water reflecting their smiles and tears; the happiness and love exchanged between the two. She accepted, hugging him for warmth and affection.
A summer's day, warm and sweet in the courtyard. For this is where they wed, the kiss of their union bringing back memories shared from long ago. Here their childhood turned to young love, and then bloomed like the flowers around them into a deeper meaning.
They decided in the courtyard: Sheik would be the name of their first child, reminding them of times only they experienced. The darkness that never existed in this era made way for a pure place, one that would be shared with a new life.
It was their final resting place, the courtyard. Together they slept, under the sun and stars, through the seasons and beneath the soil. They had loved here, and had learned to be loved, for it was their cradle and grave: the courtyard.
Their courtyard.