The long grass was trampled under Racheal's shoes as she walked through the meadow field just outside the castle back gates.
She was wearing a blue dress, her brown curly hair draping down her shoulders, and her green emerald eyes were fixed ahead of her as the evening wind blew and caressed her cheekbones.
The field stretched endlessly, and at its edge, the cliff dropped away into the restless sea—its waves catching glimmers of the rays from the setting sun.
The evening sun, glowing with a golden ray, leaned over the field, which drifted up to a cliff up ahead. The lily flowers swayed from side to side, dancing to the wind.
Racheal's gown brushed past the grasses as she slowly raised her gaze, and it rested on a lady standing some distance away, almost close to the cliff, the rays of
