Rain washes away everything right?
The pane of the window was splattered with water as the rain fell.
A young woman stared out of the window to the shadowed grey of the sky.
Marching through the rain was a man and his army.
The king ordered his death.
Who was she to argue with a king?
They marched on.
It was his fault and now he would regret it.
They kept marching.
A shout echoed through the castle.
A scream followed.
They breached the gates.
How could the king stop them?
Blood dyed the ground.
The cries of the dying echoed.
Slaughter.
The king dethroned.
She sat waiting at the window.
The door opened.
Shadows banished with the light.
A sigh echoed.
A gentle embrace.
They were reunited.
The reflection in the window pane showed a crimson haired queen and a crimson eyed king.
And the rain fell down.