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"When will he return?"
"Oh, someday when it is in his greatest thoughts. I believe he thinks of you whenever he has the chance."
"Are you sure? He seemed so distant the last time he was here. It was as if he had his mind on another?"
"You're wrong, my dear. His thoughts were on war and that alone. Listen to your grandmother and soon you will see the truth."
The girl twisted, wiping her hands down the thick scarlet dress she knew was his favorite color, laced with the color of gold she recognized to be the color of his beautiful eyes. She stared out at the countryside in hopes and dreams, there was a world out there, a cradled world she would have loved to have seen before her marriage. She wondered if there was still time, if maybe she could sneak away and dashingly go to the beautiful valley where she'd become so enthralled with. With a sigh, she nodded.
"Yes, Granny."