After a while;
The white peaks of Camelot's mountains shimmered under the golden afternoon sun.
Clouds drifted like soft veils, casting fleeting shadows over the pristine snow and glistening rock.
As Azzy stepped onto the familiar path that wound through the royal retreat, he felt a familiar warmth, peaceful yet nostalgic.
And then he saw her, his friend whom he trusts the most.
Leah stood a few steps ahead, wearing a white fur cloak lined with golden embroidery.
Her eyes widened as she met his, and without a word, she rushed forward and wrapped her arms around him.
The hug was tight, trembling slightly, but after a moment, she pulled back with restraint, composing herself like a noble princess once more.
"You're back, Azzy," she whispered. "I missed you a lot."
Azzy gave a small smile. "Still as beautiful as ever."
Leah blushed faintly and looked away. "You haven't changed either. Not even a little." She let out a soft laugh. "You could pass for seventeen."
