It had been thousands of years since the time of King Arthur and his knights. Years since the raise and fall of Camelot. Since he had to see his best friend die in his arm. Everyone had move on since then. They were all dead. He was the only one left or so he thought.
The first one he saw after all these years was Princess Elena. He remembered how he had helped free her from the Sidhe and how she didn't marry Arthur like she was suppose to. She had been so clumsy then. Falling over her own feet when she was just trying to walk though she had been good at horseback riding so it was no surprise when he saw her on a horse again.
Her long, blonde hair flowed in the wind as she raced down the path. Instead of a dress, she wore jeans and a t-shirt. It fit her better that way. She was no lady. Not then and not now. She looked down at him with a smile on her face, climbing off the horse and standing in front of him. "It's nice to see you again."
He wasn't surprised that she would remember that time. That she would remember Camelot and all that happened. She who had had magic controlling her at one point in time. She who was once a changeling. Of course she would remember the time of knights and magic. She hadn't been there for all that had happened but her story still intersected with his and Arthur's. At least it had for a little bit of time.9
"I'm happy you know. Being a lady never suited me." They both knew it was true. Being a lady wasn't something she had been good at and it never had made her happy. The dresses. The curtsying. The feast. The marriages. None of it had made her happy in life.
"I'm married. He's a farmer. I get to ride horses whenever I want." That was something that made her happy. The freedom of being on a horse. Of her hair flying in the wind. Getting her hands dirty. Not having to get dressed in fancy dresses or wear shows that pinched her feet. Of being allowed to be who she wanted to be.
"Thank you." They both know she is thanking him for. That time so very long ago. For his act of bravery and heroism. For saving her when she needed it the most
She kisses his cheek before getting on her horse and looking down at him. "He would be proud of you," She says as she rides off. They both know who she is talking about.