The second time I saw him was by chance...
I had snuck away again...
My bare feet deep in the snow. My trembling legs trying to reach the gates.
Beyond them, four horsemen rode by without even sparing me a glance.
He was the last. Riding on an ashen mount that possessed curved ears resembling horns.
A lance at his side.
I wanted so badly to call out to him.
I wanted him to turn around and take me with him...
My throat closed up.
My voice caught.
When they disappeared from
my sight,...
All I could do was weep.