"Elinor." You called out, the name carrying out the echoes of a distant promise to marry the woman in front of you.

Even after all these years, Elinor, the beautiful young maid that you constantly gave flowers to, the young maid that tucked you into bed and read you a bedtime story, the young maid you vowed to marry, stood before you giving you the same warm smile she always gave you 10 years ago.

"My lady... You are home." Elinor says softly, she was as beautiful as the day you last saw her.