The figure was always as calm as the rocks beneath him. His clothes would flutter in the wind, a bottle tucked under his simple rope belt. Rags wound around his feet were the only shoes he had.
But despite all of that, the figure was majestic.
Like the rocks beneath him...
Elaine, for some reason, felt a kinship with this figure. It was strange, but she kept waiting for him to come, and each day, she felt that he was getting closer.
The Princess hoped that her wish would come true and her betrothed would come for her. The one who the heavens themselves had decided she would be with. She heard bits of his name sometimes, in the wind.
If she listened carefully, she could discern some of them,
“H....jar.”
***
“Add one more stone, please,” Hadjar asked the girl who had surprisingly bri
