She is already forty and she's still as young and as full of life as when she was twenty! Her hair didn't change its color neither her skin had become even a bit flabby. Her same aged brother already has thick locks the same color of white snow as I have. I can see wrinkles drawn around his eyes and forehead. But she… It seems like Mielikki herd my prayers! She doesn't want to take my beloved of my side so soon. The years, the battles, the losses didn't blow out the bright fire in her eyes, didn't vanish the twinkle in her blue sky orbs. When she looks at me I feel like my soul is opening, like she breaks through my defenses and sees and feels all my wounds, all my worries… everything!
I feel so warm I feel so good…
I feel that I'm home.
Drizzt Do'Urden.

She was reading those lines. A single tear slipped of her eye, traveled through her cheek and fell down to her knees. Her auburn tresses with white lilies and violet lavenders tangled into them falling down to the beautiful nude shoulders. She had never (and would never) read Drizzt's diary but he left it opened laying in their bed. She obviously couldn't help a look through it. After all she was a daughter of a dwarf. And not any dwarf! King Bruenor Battlehammer! And as king her father was the most prominent representative of his kin known by their persistence and curiosity...

He loved her! He actually loved her! She always new that, and never doubted that but only now, that very day, that very second, just a few minutes before her wedding, she understood what it meant. Another tear followed her sister. The woman tossed her head (for the first time she is wearing make up she didn't want to spoil it).

"It's time, girl" a familiar voice came from the door "or ye want to mess up the wedding that I've been preparing since your voyage to Menzo!"

"No, Da. Of course not! Just a second…" She got up and put the diary in the nightstand by Drizzt's side of the bed.
"Ok, 'cmon" she said with a disarming smile.

Bruenor was about to ask her what in the Nine Hells she was reading which was more important than the wedding! But changed his mind as he saw his adoptive daughter turning around in front of the mirror. Her dress rising and descending as she was dancing with a happy smile. 'How I love her!' He thought, though the proud dwarf didn't tell that aloud. Instead he just mumbled

"You look like a little girl! For once, behave yourself!"

"Yea, you wish! All the more, is that so bad?" She said with an innocent grin.

The dwarf's heart made of the finest mithril finally melted completely. And he has done the only thing he could do in such a moment in order to not to show how he actually felt.

He firmly, yet without causing her any harm, grabbed her hand and slipped out of the room pulling her behind him…