The princess stroked the horse's fine mane, a smile tugging at her lips. She could only imagine what her father would have said if he could see her now. She could imagine that he would have scolded her for doing something so reckless by herself, chasing after a man who could have died long ago. It wasn't wise, she knew. But she knew that he was still alive. She could feel it, deep in her heart, but maybe it was just denial at the fact that he could be dead. Still, she couldn't deny how she felt. For years she had dreamed of the day of reuniting with him. She knew that she was naive to hope that he might still remember if she were to find him, but she hoped that she had made a lasting impression on him.<br/><br/>She was lost in her thoughts when her horse came to a halt, whinnying in warning as he pawed at the ground restlessly. She snapped out of her thoughts, a look of confusion crossing her features. Why had he stopped? Then, she heard a voice that she would recognize anywhere, even if it had been such a long time. She snapped up her gaze up, looking at the man standing in the road, his back to them. Her eyes focused on the tattoo and she felt her heartbeat quicken in excitement. "Cromwell, is that you?" She asked, her voice sounding hesitant as she tried not to allow the excitement to overwhelm her. She then focused on something he had said and she cast a wary glance around to see if she could see anybody lurking in the woods. Of course, she didn't see anyone but that didn't mean they weren't there if his words were true.<br/><br/>She lifted her hands, sliding the hood down to reveal her face and a head full of long brown hair. She focused her olive green gaze on him, unconsciously biting her lip. Was it really him? Was her search finally over? Her body longed to slip from the horse and run towards him to make sure it was really him, but she hesitated. What if it wasn't him? What if he was just some stranger who sounded like the man who had protected her as a child and teenager?