It had been a tough decision, for both Isa and her dear mother. Ever since the King Sicard had fallen in the line of battle, his wife, the queen, had fallen ill from grief. No matter what the healers and chemists did, no medicine can heal a broken heart. Isa, the only child of the king and queen, had to stand by and watch as both her parents slowly faded from her life.<br/><br/>As the queen lay on her death bed, she asked her child one thing: that she marry the nearby king of a different country. It would save Isa from the struggle of keeping the peace in her own kingdom, and she would have someone to help her after her mother had passed on.<br/><br/>It was over. Her childhood, her life as she knew it. After her mother's burial, the white-haired woman left the castle, slipping outside and riding out on her white horse. 'At least the scenery will give me some peace' she thought, riding near where a certain man was hiding. She, of course, didn't notice him in her deep thoughts. After all, she had much to think about. Her husband to be would be arriving on the morrow, but part of her didn't want to meet with him. She didn't love him. She didn't even know him! Letting out a little sigh, she slipped off the horse and landed gently on the green green grass, her violet gown brushing against the ground ever so slightly.<br/><br/>With a small sigh, she laid on her back, staring up at the cloudy sky, watching the birds fly free and wishing, truly wishing she could be like them.