He swept her off her feet and spun in a circle, she was laughing when he set her back down on the ground; her cheeks rosy and her smile lighting up her eyes. It was the smile he had been waiting to see since he was away. Her smile was the one that kept him going, that smile kept him alive.
She stepped back as the others gathered around to greet him, he could feel her eyes on him. Those bright, curious eyes that were always searching for his. He met her eyes and she looked away, laughing.
She was forever laughing.
He gathered his bags and allowed himself to be swept into the Great Hall where his parents waited for him. She followed the group quietly, staying to the edges of the room, near the shadows.
"My Son," his father, Lord Mirchtan, was standing on the dais at the end of the Hall, his mother, Lady Finyala, standing beside him. "Edard, my son," Mirchtan continued, embracing him. "How was your journey home?"
Edard smiled, "Lady Fortune granted me a speedy return Father. Truly your great forces have changed the tide of the war in our favor."
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