Choice

The fresh breeze of the night caressed the princess' face and made her beautiful blonde hair flutter softly. From the tall balcony she stood on, she looked at the sea below, each gentle wave sending up foam that quickly disappeared from the shore.

The winds from the southern seas made the edges of her white gown dance in time with the twinkling stars above.

The sea of stars shining in myriad colors, accompanied by the song of the waves, used to calm her nerves.  But on this particular night, she did not find the serenity she sought.

In her hands, she held a wooden box with such a delicate grip. Even with a glance, it was clear the box was made with great craftsmanship, with beautiful, carved vines and leaf patterns.

"It's… It has been more than a year, why do I suddenly remember you again…?"